His second wife (#SaRaj)

59) Awakening her desire.

So the moment we all are waiting is come......

Savi was about to say then he changed the topic and said, " Savi , I can still drop all of you? Tell me where are we heading?"

Savi hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She hadn't planned on revealing her destination to Rajat. The kids were already walking ahead, oblivious to the subtle tension between their parents.

"I'm going to...the therapist's office," Savi said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rajat's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression concerned. "You're going to therapy?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

Savi nodded, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over her. "Yes," she said, her voice firm. "I need to work through myself."

Rajat's face softened, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'll drop you and the kids," he said, his voice firm. "And then I'll wait for you outside the therapist's office. You don't have to go through this alone, Savi."

Savi shook her head, her expression firm. "It's fine, Rajat. I can manage on my own."

Rajat's eyes searched hers, as if trying to read her thoughts. For a moment, they just stood there, locked in a silent understanding.

But then Rajat nodded, his expression softening. "If you are going anywhere else then I will say yes go. But I can't let you go alone for therapy."

Savi's eyes widened slightly at Rajat's words, her heart skipping a beat. There was something in his tone, a quiet determination that made her feel seen and heard.

"Why?" Savi asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rajat's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "Because I care about you, Savi," he said, his voice low and gentle. "And I don't want you to face this alone."

Savi felt a flutter in her chest, her mind racing with the implications of Rajat's words. She knew she should resist, maintain her independence, but a part of her wanted to lean into his care, to let him support her.

Savi's eyes dropped, her lashes fluttering closed as she felt a surge of emotion. Rajat's words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, soothing and calming.

"I am your husband, Savi," Rajat repeated, his voice low and husky. "It's my duty to take care of you, to support you. Let me do that."

Savi's heart skipped a beat as she felt Rajat's hand brush against hers, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle caress. She knew she should pull away, maintain her distance, but a part of her didn't want to let go.

" I am sorry Rajat, I let you marry my broken version who goes for therapies. I shouldn't marry you. " Savi whispered.

Rajat's eyes filled with compassion as he gazed at Savi. "No, Savi," he whispered back, his voice filled with emotion. "Don't say that. You did nothing wrong. We got married, and that's that. We'll face whatever comes next together."

Savi's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Rajat. "But I'm broken, Rajat," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I'm not whole. I don't know if I can ever be the wife you deserve."

Rajat's face softened, his eyes burning with intensity. "Savi, you're not broken," he said, his voice firm. "You're just... hurt."

Savi felt a lump form in her throat as she gazed at Rajat, his words resonating deep within her.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she could breathe, like she didn't have to pretend to be strong all the time.