Chapter 63

Part 63

Samaira woke up gasping in fear, but it calmed down when she saw her husband sleeping beside her; she sighed in relief and relaxed in his hold, her eyes gazing at her man.

Brushing the hair from his forehead, she placed a kiss on his skin when he stirred and said in his husky morning voice, "I love the way you look at me."

"Morning," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Good morning, wifey," he chirped.

"Samaira, you know I hate beating around the bush, and I have something to tell you," he started.

"Shoot Veer"

"First, promise me that you will say yes to it," she frowned at his words, then nodded nonetheless. "Samaira, I want you to meet a therapist."

Samaira was about to say something, but he interrupted in between, "You can't say no to me, Samaira; you've already promised, and it's for your own good."

"Fine, okay." She agreed just because of him.

After sometime..

"I had a talk with the therapist; you have an appointment tomorrow," Veer said to his wife, who was playing with her food instead of eating. "I've said I am fine; I don't need a therapist; they are kind of creepy." Samaira made a bad face, rolling her eyes. "Samaira, it's needed, you have to, you promised me," he reminded her of the promise she made at the breakfast.

"Now stop playing with your food and eat," he commanded, his voice stern, which somewhat made her scared, and she started eating silently.

Veer's phone beeped with a message that caught his attention. He read the message, which was from Varun.

Veer I want you to meet me today! Are you free?

To: Mr Varun Kapoor

Why?

From Mr. Varun Kapoor

It's a bit urgent. Can you spare some time?

To Mr. Varun Kapoor

Alright, I will

From Mr. Varun Kapoor

Okay, then meet me at my office.

Veer placed the phone aside and glared at Samaira, who stopped eating again. "Wait, let me feed you," he started feeding her, or you can say forcing her to eat, while Samaira was muttering some curses for her husband and gulping the food down.

"Now sit here and watch TV. I'll clean the dishes." He took the dishes to the kitchen and started cleaning just then he felt a pair of arms encircling him from the back, hugging him tight, which made him smile.

Washing his hands, he turned towards her, wrapping his arms around her. "I feel safe here," she whispered, staring up at him.

"And this place is exclusive for you only," he husked. Her hand trailed up to cup his jaw, followed by her foot on his as she tip-toed and placed her lips on his, catching him off guard. He wasn't expecting her bold move. He was surprised and what not, but he reciprocated it softly.

His fingers cradled her face, sucking on her lower lip softly as she played with his upper lip, giving it a harsh tug enough to elicit a groan from him. His fingers trailed down, slipping inside her shirt, caressing her waist.

Her eyes opened with a jerk, and she pushed him, breathing heavily.

"I'm so sorry," she said, placing her palm on her mouth, "I did-didn't mean to pummelled you like that." Her words broke into sobs, which brought tears to his eyes as well.

"Samaira, SSSH, it's alright. Calm down, okay?" You don't need to say sorry. He raised his hand to place it on her shoulder but stopped himself, not wanting to scare her.

"Breathe softly; stop crying, and drink this." He passed her a glass of water.

Gulping down the glass of water, she crept closer to him, placing her head on his chest. "I am sorry, Veer."

"You don't need to, I understand." The drop of tear that rolled down from his cheek, he wiped it immediately before she could even see it.

He couldn't see her so vulnerable and broken.

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"Mr. Kapoor told me to meet him urgently," Veer announced. "So you get ready. I'll drop you off at Mehta Mansion first, then I will go."

Samaira sighed then rolled to the other side of the bed, digging her face into the pillow. "No, of course not. I won't leave you here all alone, so you better get ready." Surely Veer didn't want to leave her knowing how disturbed she was.

And what if she tried to commit suicide? And I thought that was enough to scare the shite out of him.

"Samaira, you lazy ass, go and get ready," he threw a pillow at her, earning a groan from her.

"Bitch," he heard her muttering as she got off the bed and went to the restroom, slamming the door shut.

Veer chuckled at her antics and gelled his hair. He was a bit relieved.

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She laid down, keeping her head on her mother's lap, who started caressing her daughter's hair. "My beautiful doll," Urmi confessed.

"Mom ?" She called out. "Yes, my love?"

"I am so confused, I don't know what is happening with me," she expressed, sitting up. "Share it with me if you want." Arti initiated..

"These days I am so scared and lost, and I even flinched if Veer touched me, and it feels like I am pushing him away. What if he leaves me?" Samaira babbled everything in her broken sentence.

"Even in the morning, it was me who initiated it, and then I was the one who pushed him away as well; he might have felt it humiliating." Urmi was the best mom one could ask for; she was her daughter's first friend, and Samaira could share anything with her without a second thought.

"Samaira First off, Veer won't leave you! He loves you way too much, so stop thinking negatively, okay?" She tried to make her daughter understand by cupping her cheeks.

"And about you pushing him away, it's normal. You've gone through so much that it's better if you give yourself some time."

"I love him so much, mom, and I will die if he leaves me," she confessed. Think about all the possibilities.

"Hush, stop uttering bullshit, and if I hear these words from your mouth again, then I will slap you so hard." Samaira pouted, then hugged her mother.

"You are the best you know?" Urmi chuckled and answered, "Of course I have to be, after all, my daughter is the bestest and a future award-winning fashion designer." Samaira smiled cheekily at her mother's words.

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Few weeks later..

Sam's pov..

Why did it happen to me? I wasn't able to move on from it. The thoughts still creeped me out. I could still feel those disgusting touches on me. I shivered at the dark memory.

I feel like I wasn't that old Samaira who used to be free, talk, and chirp, and I wasn't even confident enough to wear shorts or a sleeveless outfit. I was scared of going out all alone; what if someone attacked me again? What if someone tried to harm me? To rape me?

Why were we girls not safe? Why some disgusting men can't keep their hands to themselves.

All I wanted to do was sit in my bedroom all alone, shutting everyone off. I felt like giving up on everything, but I couldn't, right? I have big dreams. I want to become something and set examples.

I feel like dreams don't come true anymore.

Why I had to suffer like this like why?

Switching my Macbook on, I started writing the thoughts that were disturbing my mind in one column and my dreams in another, as my therapist had said.

Yes, I met with my therapist, and I had four sessions with her; that lady was such a sweetheart, and she helped me way too much, but still I wasn't able to move on.

And then her words rang inside my mind: "Samaira, I could just help you and provide you with the ways to move on, but it's totally your call and it's your will; you have to take a step forward and try." Apparently, she wasn't wrong.

Veer was as always extra sweet, but these days he was being a bit busy with his recordings, but that didn't mean that he couldn't take out time for me.

He could just sit with me, caressing my hair, sharing coffee, and sometimes he was asking me about the fashion house. He even brought some best-selling books from me to read, and I've been reading them as well.

But there was still a fear inside me: what if Veer actually leaves me? How would I be able to survive? He's my everything.

I looked up to find Veer busy on his phone; his face was devoid of any emotion, but there was a bit of paleness as if he were tensed.

Placing the laptop aside, I called him "Veer?" He immediately looked up, giving me a questioning look. "You alright?" I asked..

"Yes, of course, I am fine," but there was something wrong about which I chose not to ask, giving him much-needed privacy.

If it was about something important, then he would tell me later for sure.

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I felt the bed beside me dip, which indicated that Veer had taken his place. I turned only to come face to face with his back and the tattoo on his skin. Peeking out from his loose vest-clad skin, my fingers raised up, tracing it, feeling it under my fingertips, and I felt him sleeping.

"I thought you were sleeping," I heard him state. "Stop lying," I uttered, and he turned to me.

"What's disturbing you?" I asked him to brush the hair from his forehead. "Sleep," he ignored my question, which made me shake my head.

"You are ignoring it," I mumbled. "I don't wanna talk about it now." He tucked my hair strands behind my ear before stroking my left cheek to my jaw.

"Okay," I uttered, creeping up on him and throwing my arm on his "I don't want to force you. Take your time." I placed a tight kiss on his lips, then pulled back only to capture his lips again.

"Samaira" He moved back his hand placed on my shoulder; he didn't push me, but by his gesture, I got to know that he didn't want it.

"You should sleep, it's late." What the fuck was that? I was tongue-tied and I didn't know what to say; I initiated it after so much time, and here he just rejected me, oh my goodness, wow.

But I felt like crying, but I'm not going to cry; I have to control my emotions.

"Sure, Veer, night." I turned to the other side and closed my eyes, holding the duvet closer to me.

"Did you get angry?" His arms wrapped around me from behind. "No, why do you think that?" I interrogated him back without even turning towards him.

"I am sorry," I felt him place a kiss on his shoulder, "I am just a bit of a mess," I turned at his words as he pulled me closer to him.

"I will wait for you to tell me everything," I whispered. He leaned, placing his lips on my forehead and letting them linger there a little longer.

"How's your song recording with J.V. Music going on?" He stiffened at my question, his expression changing much to my confusion.

Was it something related to his song recording?

"Yeah, everything's going good; I have signed for four songs; two recordings are done, and two would be done after 20 days." I nodded, and he leaned in closer to me at the same time his fingers drew circles on my back.

"Didn't you tell me to go to sleep like 5 minutes ago?" I asked when he placed his finger under my chin, raising it up. "You've changed my mood," his lips met mine.

I flinched a little when he placed a kiss on my neck. "It's your Veer, baby, and I will stop if you tell me to," he whispered into my right ear, which made me sigh.

"No, I don't want you to stop"