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“It’s just a guess.”
Aarav pulls my chin and forces me to look into his eyes.
“Your eyes give away your lie. Don’t hide anything from me. Start talking, Jaan.”
Fine. If he wants to know I’ll tell him, because I don’t see what harm it will do to me anymore.
“I did the DNA test and it’s confirmed Aarvi is my daughter which means I am..”
“Jhanvi,” Aarav completes it for me and a starburst of joy explodes on his face as I confirm from my mouth the final evidence, he needed to know I was his wife.
I am so full of emotion right now that I can barely breathe. Before he can think of anything else, I push him away and try to go back to the bed when Aarav grabs my wrist and pulls me back to the same position, only this time I’m pinned to the closet door and there’s no room for me to escape as he cages me in between his arms.
A thrill goes through me as his mouth hovers on the side of my neck over my tender skin ever so softly that my voice comes out in the barest of whispers. His lips don't touch me though, nor can I take it at this moment.
“Finally…” He keeps inhaling at my neck and whispering back. “You got the proof. You are my Jaan.”
My heart expands in my chest leaving no room for anything else. Yes, I got the proof that I am his wife Jhanvi and I can well imagine how much that elates him to know I believe it all too. But with so many questions haunting in the back of my mind, and the lack of memories about the kind of past we shared, I can’t accept what Aarav wants me to.
“You drove me goddamn crazy, Jaan. Two years. Two damn years I’ve spent without you.” His fingers dig into my waist to draw me to his body but he doesn't kiss me. I don’t know whom he is punishing here? Me or himself? Or probably, both.
We hear Aarvi’s whimper and that’s enough to bring our senses back and alert us we have an ill daughter to take care of. I am the first one to march away from the walk-in closet and reach Aarvi who is tossing on the bed. I quickly pat her to sleep again. I don’t miss checking her fever and it’s coming down which gives me hope that she’ll be alright soon.
CHAPTER 24
Aarav
She is my Jhanvi. My wife is alive. That’s the best gift I am blessed with again and what’s great then she herself confirming me this. So far, Jhanvi who believed she was Khushi Thakur had suspicions about being my wife. I’d to give her proof to make her believe it but this time knowing she took self-initiative in finding it out and got the DNA test done has cleared the last piece of hindrance between us. Now she knows she is Jhanvi and that she is mine. Everything else will fall back in its place.
I am so ecstatic right now that I want to take her in my arms, make love to her like we used to before and tell everyone in the family that she is back but I don’t see that same joy on her face. Jhanvi is still unsure how to process that fact. I understand. She has been living with some other identity from past two years and giving up all that and accepting her real identity is going to be difficult for her. She needs answers from Rudra. She has decisions to make on her current work role in the RS Group. Plus, the sudden responsibility of being a wife and a mother is no less than a burden on her. I don’t want to pressurize her for anything. She can take her own sweet time to accept the reality and her future with me, but all she has to do is stay with me in this house. Rest all we can handle as we start living together. Under no circumstances I’m letting her walk away from me again. Ever!!
I spend the next hour finishing my calls and messages to Akash who is in Scotland asking him to keep me updated on Rudra’s whereabouts as I’m aware despite my denial Jhanvi is going to try meeting him and confront. I want to be prepared if that happens. When I return to the room, Jhanvi is already fast asleep on the center of the bed with Aarvi cuddling her. My heart swells with more love seeing Aarvi secured protectively in Jhanvi’s arms. And can you believe my wife is wearing one of the same nightgowns I never liked her wearing before? Those plain cotton long gowns are the most difficult to take off her body unless I tear them apart. But tonight, seeing a glimpse of her old self, wearing the same outfits which belonged to her and sleeping on our bed, is enough to lighten up my mood. I can’t wait to join my two angels there and though I am aware Jhanvi won’t like it if I sleep on the same bed as her, I don’t give a damn right now.
Turning off the table lamps I join next to Jhanvi, draping her with the same quilt that’s on me. She stirs in her sleep but doesn't reject my touch when I spoon her from behind. I remember her telling me how exhausted she was today which is why Jhanvi is in such a deep slumber that she doesn't mind or bother I am cuddling her. This feels like home. Her scent looming in my breaths, her warmth enveloping my body, is enough to give me hope that our old days are back. Kissing her hair softly, I shut my eyes and soon sleep takes over.
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I’m woken up by Jhanvi’s lingering perfume and her sudden movement in the embrace of my arms. It’s morning already and I feel it before I open my eyes only to see Jhanvi clutching and releasing her grip on my night T-shirt. After two long years, I’ve her in my arms and this view is perfect. She’s snuggling to my chest, dreaming of something good because there’s a smile on her lips which parts as her tongue wets them. What is she dreaming? I recall Jhanvi sharing a few of her wet dreams with me when I used to be away from her for work, and believe me each of them had that passion to force me to drop all my work, right at that moment and fly back to my wife. What days those were!! I want her to remember all this. I want Jhanvi to regain her memories soon so that she knows how beautiful our life was back then. We are yet to make some amazing memories for ourselves in the coming years. Hence, I want her to be in sync with her past and present when we create those.
She stirs in her sleep as I stroke away a few strands of hair that tickle her face, feeling extremely jealous of her hair for being able to kiss her face while I can only touch it. Morning makeouts had been a part of our routine back then which mostly delayed both of us from starting our daily responsibilities. I always woke her up with my lips all over her body and at times, she woke me the same way. Those days were heaven. I want my heaven back.
Just when that desire floods in my lower body, Jhanvi opens her eyes and sees me. Probably she’s felt that desire too as our lower bodies are glued and it won’t take her rocket science to feel my hardness nudging her stomach. The initial few seconds she’s too lost admiring my face, letting me stroke her cheeks with my knuckles. When my middle finger grazes her lips, she even parts them open to suck it. But the morning alarm rings on her phone, breaking her stupor and this beautiful moment, both.
Jhanvi quickly sits on the bed, shuts the alarm off, not letting it disturb Aarvi’s sleep and then glares at me.
“What the F-” she mutters. “You slept on this bed last night?”
A grin nudges at the corner of my mouth as I sit with my back glued to the bedrest.
“Where else will I sleep if not next to my wife?”
She keeps glaring at me while I take in her morning look. Her skin is flawless and she still has those curves at the right places. Every inch of her skin is in proportion with everything else and that’s what I like the most about her. She feels perfect to my touch.
“You are taking undue advantage of me, Aarav.”
There is so much anger and blame in her expressions that it does hurt me.
“If I had to take advantage, you would be pinned beneath me right now, while I devoured every inch of your body, Jaan. I don’t want to do that. Not until you want me to.”
