Samaira's POV

7 years of marriage!!! I don't know what's my position in his life. Maybe I'm just his children's mother.

Love???

Well! He never confessed what's going on in his mind.

Being the daughter of a normal employee in Rajput industry, the proposal came through his dada ji. That too when my family was grieving over the loss of my elder brother sahil.

Dada ji was a man with great ethics. One of the most respected and powerful businessmen in Jaipur.

At first I was nervous to get married to Rajput family. But somewhere I believed that everything is going to be fine. Maybe because my late brother Sahil was dear to viraat ji's brother Abhinav. I thought that viraat ji would also be friendly like his brother.

Alas! My hope shattered when my husband distanced himself from me. Initial two years of our marriage was scary.

I was leading a lonely life. My family was coming out of the unexpected tragedies which shook our life to the core. I couldn't seek their solace and make them worried for me.

Viraat ji always ran away from me. He used to travel a lot during those times. I tried to win his attention but failed every time.

I was afraid whether he thought of me as a desperate woman who does stupid things to gain her husband's love.

Dada ji passed away due to some chronic illness. I lost the most precious relationship in my husband's family. Though he was a strict man who talked less, he always made sure that I'm respected.

Not everyone in the family liked me as I don't fit in the elite class. I love to keep everything simple, contrast to what they expect me to choose.

After dada ji's death, things changed a lot. He came closer to me. I was confused by his behaviour.

One night, we consummated our marriage. I became his wife in every sense. I was already in his "love".

My heart completely melted the day he touched my body and soul for the first time.

Apart from the physical intimacy, there was no verbal exchange. Within two months, I got pregnant. He became so protective of me and our child. I enjoyed my pregnancy period a lot. My heart swelled with happiness which I didn't anticipated that the happiness was soon to be replaced by tremendous pain.

My husband's stepmother who is not fond of me, informed me that it was his dada ji's last wish to see his grandson leading a normal family life.

I understood that whatever he did was to fulfil his dada ji's last wish. Also I got to know about his past relationship which broke up few years before our marriage .

One thing got cleared. My husband considers me as his responsibility. He won't be able to love me.

I thought about leaving everything but I couldn't. My son was so small at that time. Undoubtedly, viraat ji is a loving father.

I started ignoring him and tried to stop myself from falling for him more. That was the least I could do for my own sanity and self esteem. His care and protective nature abated my vulnerability. Gradually I accepted that I can't run away from my feelings.

Maybe I was ready to face the consequence of my unrequited love. I gave him the rights of  a husband.

We became parents for the second time. I fell more in love with the father he is.

I love him with each and every fibre of my soul.

I can't blame him for not loving me. Though I feel the love in his actions, I'm afraid to make any conclusion as I don't want to burst my bubble of hope. 

Even if he is just fulfilling his responsibility towards in this relationship, I won't stop loving him ever. My love alone is enough for this relationship.

He is only mine as I'm sure about his loyalty.

There is no single reason not to love him.

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"Baccha... Aaraam se" Samaira tells vivu as he bit her nipple by mistake.

He stops for a moment to have a look at his mother and smiles sweetly.

Samaira giggles and bends down to bite his chubby cheek. He laughs loudly and tries to escape his mother's hold.

The mother-son duo continues their playful banter.