Ranvijay was beyond shocked by her words. He stared at her, unblinking, trying to comprehend what she had just said.
Sanyukta took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on him. “You only said that we’ll do it whenever I’m ready… so, I want to do it tonight,” she said, her voice steady but her eyes turning away from his as she caught the disbelief and shock etched on his face.
“You’re not in the right frame of mind. You need to sleep,” Ranvijay said firmly, getting up from his seat. But before he could move away, Sanyukta grasped his hand, rising to face him.
“Are you not interested in me that way? Agar aisa hai toh bol dijiye,” she asked, her voice trembling with vulnerability. Her words struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he glared at her, utterly taken aback by her audacity.
“Dimag thikane pe hai ya hai hi nahi?” he demanded, gritting his teeth as his hand gripped her upper arm, his frustration bubbling to the surface.
“Maine aisa kya maang liya hai, Ranvijay? Isn’t it normal between a husband and wife?” she questioned, her tone fragile yet firm, as if trying to justify herself. His grip tightened instinctively, his fingers pressing into her skin.
“Just shut up, Sanyukta! You know better than this. We’re progressing at our own pace. And just because your bastard ex-husband said some shit, you want to consummate our marriage now?!”
“Isse pehle kyun nahi mann hua tumhara? Aaj subah, kal raat... usse pehle... haan?” Ranvijay’s voice grew colder, his jaw tightening as his grip unknowingly intensified. She winced in pain, shutting her eyes as her breath hitched.
Realizing what he had done, he immediately released her arm, his gaze dropping to the faint marks left by his fingers. Cursing under his breath, he turned away for a moment, his frustration giving way to guilt.
With a heavy sigh, he grabbed a cream from the dressing table. Sitting beside her, he gently applied it to the marks on her arm. Sanyukta looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears, but her lips remained sealed.
“Aap karenge ya nahi?” she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying all her brokenness.
Ranvijay groaned audibly, his patience fraying. “Nahi. And I dare you to ask this again. I swear, I don’t know what I’ll do if you bring this up one more time,” he said, his tone sharp and unyielding. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving her stunned and shattered.
Sanyukta collapsed onto the floor, burying her face in her palms. Tears poured out uncontrollably as silent sobs turned into heart-wrenching cries. Only she knew how difficult it had been to muster the courage to ask for something so intimate. His rejection, however, cut deeper than she had anticipated.
Naman’s words still rang in her ears, filling her with humiliation. Yet, being with Ranvijay had always made her feel respected and secure. She wanted to give him all the rights of a husband. He had stood by her through every storm, never faltering in his support.
Ranvijay was a thousand times better than that despicable Naman. How could she have let that leech take whatever he wanted, while depriving Ranvijay, who deserved so much more?
She wanted to give him everything she could—a normal relationship, built on trust and honesty. He deserved every happiness, and she wouldn’t let her painful past hold her back anymore.
Ranvijay had been her anchor, her safe haven. After her father’s death, she had never known true happiness—until now. But his rejection left her feeling humiliated, insecure, and utterly broken.
Her fragile mental state made this even harder to process. She was struggling to make peace with herself, and now, this rejection only magnified her pain tenfold.
It wasn’t easy for her to ask for intimacy. She had always been shy and reserved when it came to such matters. For her, this had been a monumental step—one that now felt like a huge mistake.
She slid to the floor, her knees pressing into the cold surface, as her sobs echoed in the darkness of the silent room.
Meanwhile, Ranvijay stood on the terrace, a cigarette in hand, his mind in turmoil. He inhaled deeply, his thoughts swirling with confusion and anger.
He had fought countless cases, faced hardened criminals, and endured brutal confrontations. Yet tonight, he found himself utterly lost.
He understood her pain, where her sudden demand stemmed from. But her persistence and refusal to listen made him feel cornered.
They were getting closer with time. Everything about their growing bond has felt natural and meaningful so far. But this demand—sudden and forced—felt wrong.
How could he give in when he knew her reasons were clouded by insecurity and fear? He wanted their relationship to evolve naturally, to let intimacy arise from mutual trust and comfort, not desperation.
For Ranvijay, emotional intimacy was the foundation of physical intimacy. He wanted them to be best friends first, partners in every sense, before getting involved physically to that extent.
This situation was entirely new to him. He had never faced something so emotionally charged. Handling an unsettled and fragile Sanyukta was proving to be far more challenging than any courtroom drama.
To make matters worse, he couldn’t even seek advice. How could he tell his Dadi or mother? After all, he had lied to them about being madly in love with Sanyukta.
“Saala, jhooth bol ke pehli baar phas gaya hoon,” he muttered under his breath, throwing the cigarette into the ashtray.
“Arrrghhh... jaisa maine socha tha shaadi ke baare mein… it’s nothing like that,” he sighed, sitting back on the swing, running a hand over his face.
By the time he returned to the room, it was past midnight.
The room was silent now as Ranvijay quietly slipped into the washroom. He changed into his shorts, the tension from their earlier argument still lingering in the air.
He lay on his side of the bed and instinctively pulled Avu close, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He had just closed his eyes when he heard a faint sniffle from the other side of the bed.
Her back was to him, but the sound of her suppressed sobs was unmistakable.
Ranvijay sighed deeply, pulling the blanket away. He gently turned her onto her back. “Kyun ro rahi hai itna , ?...” he asked softly, his voice laced with concern.
She turned her face away, her lips trembling. “Let me sleep, Ranvijay. Soo jaaiye aap bhi...” she whispered, trying to retreat under the blanket again, but he caught her hand.
Getting up, he walked over to her side of the bed and sat beside her. Switching on the bedside lamp, he wiped her tear-streaked cheeks. Her face was flushed from crying, and her eyes were swollen and puffy.
“If you're crying about... that thing... then let’s just do it. Will that make you happy?” he asked gently, his tone cautious. She looked away, fresh tears threatening to spill over.
“Mujhe kuch bhi nahi karna,” she replied in a choked voice. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I won’t say anything like that again. I don’t know when I became so shameless... so spineless. I’m really sorry.”
Her voice cracked, and tears rolled down her cheeks again. She wiped them away hastily, but Ranvijay’s heart ached seeing her like this.
Without a word, he lay down beside her, pulling her into the middle of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, ignoring her resistance.
“You don’t need to do this... I don’t want your sympathy,” she sobbed, trying to pull away from him, but he held her tightly.
“Thappad khayegi ab,” he scolded her softly, his tone firm. She stopped struggling and broke down in his arms, crying like a child.
“Ssshhh...” he whispered, rubbing her back and caressing her hair soothingly.
He kissed her hair repeatedly, trying to calm her. “Relax, sweetheart... itna kyun ro rahi hai?” he murmured, wiping her tears.
Reaching over, he grabbed a tissue and wiped her nose. “Tum toh meri toned, muscular chest pe hi poch deti otherwise,” he joked, making her giggle through her tears.
“Ab batao, kya hua hai? Mujhe samjhao, Sanyukta. I am not able to understand anything,” he said, stroking her cheek gently.
Her voice was barely audible as she replied, “Mujhe achha nahi laga jab usne woh sab kaha... I felt disgusted.”
Tears welled up again as she continued, “He used me... and then cheated on me.”
“Haan, toh tune usse do thappad bhi toh lagaye the,” Ranvijay reminded her. “And he’s gone now. He won’t disturb you anymore. If you want, I can even send him to jail,” he added with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
She chuckled faintly but shook her head. “No... he doesn’t matter to me now.”
“Phir kya farak padta hai uske kuch bhi bolne se? Why are you crying over it?” Ranvijay asked, confused.
She hesitated for a moment before muttering, “I’m crying because of you...”
Ranvijay frowned. “Abey, maine kya kiya? Main toh tayar hoon sab karne ko... chal, khol kapde,” he said , raising his eyebrows suggestively.
She stared at him in disbelief before snapping, “Mujhe ab nahi karna. Kabhi nahi karna! Not now, not after a few weeks, months, or years.”
“Arre meri maa... maine aisa kya kar diya, yaar? Thodi der pehle tak toh abhi karna tha, ab tujhe lifetime ke liye nahi karna. Yeh dual personality disorder hai kya tujhe?” he asked, feigning exasperation.
She hit his arm, glaring. “You rejected me when I asked for consummation. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to say all that? I’ve never kissed someone on my own, and for the first time, I asked something from you. You not only rejected me but yelled at me, as if I asked for something so horrible!”
Ranvijay sighed, taking her hands in his. “Sanyukta, don’t cry now. Tell me... kya soch ke bola tha? It wasn’t out of love or anything like that. You said it for a completely different reason.
“Tu chahti hai humara rishta asse aage bade, haan... . Just because that rascal’s words triggered something inside you, you wanted to rush something that’s already growing naturally between us.”
She sniffled, her voice trembling as she replied, “Uski wajah se nahi tha. I wanted to give you all the rights of a husband... I didn’t want to deprive you of anything.”
Ranvijay cupped her face. “And what made you think I feel deprived of sex? Have I ever made you feel that way? It’s not like I stay distant from you, right? We’re becoming comfortable gradually, building a strong foundation for our relationship.
“Aur yeh kaha likha hai ki shaadi ke baad turant sex karna padta hai? If we choose to take it slow, it’s completely normal. Yeh humara rishta hai, and we’ll make our own rules. Tumhe society ke definitions pe kyun chalna hai?
“Tum meri wife kya tabhi banogi jab hum sex karenge? Usse pehle kya meri behen lagti ho?” he teased, making her laugh despite herself.
“Ab bol, daant kya phaad rahi hai? Aaj tune meri phaad di, yaar... sach mein. Do you even know how I felt earlier?”
She sniffled again. “Sorry... mujhe laga...”
“Rona band kar pehle toh. Tujhe laga, aur phir tune dusre ki laga di,” he said with a chuckle. She giggled, wiping her tears.
“Aap bohot ache hai ...” she murmured, snuggling into his neck.
“Haan, ab acha bol le. Thodi der pehle tak toh mujhe lifetime ke liye brahmachari banane ka plan tha,” he teased. “Mujhe pagal kar degi ek din tu...”
“Main kya karun? Maine aisa hi suna hai... mere saath aisa hi hua hai... meri kya galti hai?” she asked innocently.
“Galti yeh hai ki insaan discuss karta hai, share karta hai. Tu pehle overthinking karti hai, phir seedha action mein aa jaati hai, aur phir hurt ho jaati hai,” he said, flicking her forehead with his forefinger.
She hissed and retorted, “Pehle bhi samjha sakte the na aap mujhe!”
Ranvijay groaned. “My mistake, maaf kar dijiye Sanyukta ji.”
She laughed, squeezing his cheeks lovingly before kissing on his cheek .
He smirked, and teased her , “Tu toh keh rahi thi ki kabhi khud se kiss nahi kiya aaj tak .”
“Haan toh, har cheez ka first time hota hai,” she replied with a shrug trying not to smile.
"Achaaa...” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, suddenly starting to tickle her sides. Sanyukta shrieked, laughter spilling out uncontrollably as she wriggled under his playful assault.
The room filled with the sound of their laughter, playful banter echoing off the walls. Amidst the chaos, a small, sleepy voice interrupted.
“Daddyyyy...”
Both of them froze, turning their heads to see little Avu sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes adorably.
“Mekooo bhi play kana haiiiiiii!” the little one yawned, his chubby hands reaching out as he tried to stifle a giggle of his own.
Ranvijay and Sanyukta exchanged a quick glance before bursting into laughter again, pulling Avu into their warm little cocoon of love and mischief.
“Come my little tiger , ab tu bhi shuru ho ja!” Ranvijay said, scooping Avu up and tickling him lightly, making him squeal with joy.
Sanyukta smiled at the sight, her heart feeling full. For all the complexities of life, moments like these reminded her what truly mattered: the love and laughter they shared as a family.
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