Redeeming Love by Shikha Mishra (books for men to read .txt) 📗

“I-It is." he replies. I don't question him. Maybe it's paining but he's not showing it on his face. My brain is saying that he's lying but I shut it off by not thinking about it.

He opens the wooden door. I follow him. He then knocks on the main door. While we wait I glance around the front yard and see that they have planted various type of veggies. My head swipes towards the door as it opens up. A old lady with wrinkles very visible on her face opens the door. Her white hair is in a bob cut  which is suiting her very much. She's wearing a loose white shirt with black pants.

“Hello." Vihaan greets her. I also do the same but with a sweet smile not like vihaan who didn't take any effort to hide his annoyance.

“Hello." she replies.

“Um aunty we where going somewhere but I think a storm is coming. So we thought to stop. And we found your house in our way. Would you please let us live here till the storm goes away?" I say before vihaan can say. I can't let him mess up. I am sure he will just demand like usual or offer a huge sum of money. And by her looks she will kick us out instantly.

“Um sure but could I just have a look at your ID's. You know these days people are not trusting enough." she says. I nod my head.

“Bu the way my name is Disha and this person here is vihaan. His my fr....." Before I can complete my sentence vihaan cuts me off.

“Husband. I am her husband." My eyes widens. I glare at him. After few seconds I bring up a smile as I found that lady watching us. And to vanish her suspicion I say “Yes his my...... husband." From my peripheral vision I see vihaan with a triumphant smile. Ignoring that smile I ask him “Where is your ID?"

“In the car." he replies. I turn around to retreat it from the car. But the very next second I swipe towards them in a lightning speed as I hear vihaan say to aunty very arrogantly “But don't you know me. I am vihaan Malhotra, heir of Malhotra enterprises."

Shit. I hope she doesn't gets offended by that.

“No mister. And don't you dare to talk to me like that. Don't you know how to talk to your elders, huh? Girl..." she glances at me “who did you end up marrying?" My eyes widens at her last statement. I instantly sprint towards them and in a lightning speed I put my hand on his lips blocking whatever he wanted to say.

“Mam he is in a very bad mood today. He doesn't acts like that everyday. I hope you will forget and forgive whatever he says. I beg of you." I plead. A thunder roars in the sky. From my peripheral vision I see vihaan glaring that lady.

This stupid vihaan doesn't understand that beggars can't be choosers.

“I will but tell him to not open his mouth infront of me. And I don't need to see your ID's. Come inside." She steps aside for us to go inside.

“Don't think of opening your damn mouth." I whisper to vihaan and pull my hand away but instantly regret it.

“No one can be better husband for her than me. And that goes for me also. No one can be better wife for me than her." He says last part while gazing at me. I divert my eyes away from him to aunty.

“Please aunty. I assure you that he will not utter anything from now on. Please let us in." I beg her.

“Don't beg di....."

“Shut up vihaan." I shout cutting him off. “Please for me." I add sweetly as I see his lips opening. Must be to remark something. He huffs but nevertheless doesn't comments anything.

“Oh don't mind. I did overreact by saying that sentence. I shouldn't have said that. I can say that he really loves you." she says. I just give her a short smile to her.

He really loves me so much that it's suffocating.

We both get inside. She closes the door behind us. I glance around to see that there is a four seater sofa infront of a tv which is fixed on the wall. A very small chandelier is hanging on the ceiling. The window behind the sofa is giving the look of the humongous trees which are outside. To my left there is kitchen which is covered by a very broad white transparent drape. A stair case just infront of me which must lead to bedrooms.

“Here." I take the glass filled with water from the hands of the aunty thanking her. Vihaan takes it without saying anything. Suddenly the whole room resonates a crying sound of the baby. My eyes by mistake moves to vihaan whose face has twisted in a disgusting look. Aunty runs upstairs.

Suddenly I get pulled by Vihaan's hand which is on my waist. My body hits his. My hands on an instinct comes in between our bodies. With shocked eyes I glance at him. With a smirk on his face he says “So wifey give a kiss to your husband."

Anger surges through my body on his statement.

I squirm in his hold. “Vihaan leave me." I say. But what he does next shocks me more. He pecks the peak of my nose. He takes me in surprise by again doing the same thing. And with all my might I pinch on his hand. Instantly a painful yelp escapes his mouth. His hands loosens up from around me. And this time I give him a triumphant smile.

The lady comes with a very small baby in her hand. Embarrassment surges through me as I hear vihaan say “Is that your baby? Aren't you too old to make babies." The lady's head swipes in our direction, glaring vihaan.

“His my grandson." she spats. The smirk doesn't falls off Vihaan's face as if he has won something against that lady. I lightly hit him on his stomach with my elbow. I dart towards the lady and glance at the baby.

“How much old is he?" I whisper as not to wake up the baby.

“He will turn of one year in next month." she replies.

“Hm." The baby is so cute and.....small. Suddenly she offers the baby to me. With widen eyes I shake my head in denial. I can't take the baby. What if....I end up holding the baby tightly.

“Take it. His sleeping so he will not cry." I get tempted seeing his eyes twitching so cutely. With anticipation I take him from the lady's hand. And his so light. As soon as he comes in my arms he snuggles in my chest. I start getting panick as he starts moving. His face twisting as if ready to cry.