His Angel

Chapter - 83

Siya was lying on the bed, her breathing calm now, but her face still pale. I sat beside her, holding her hand tightly as if letting go would mean losing her again.

She was so excited in the morning... so happy to go to that NGO. But I knew. I knew something like this could happen. That's why I was already there, standing away, making sure the doctor was with me. I can never take chances when it comes to her.

The moment I saw her chest tighten, the moment I saw her about to collapse—my blood froze. If I had been even a second late, her head would've hit the ground. I caught her in time. I won't ever forget that sight.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, my voice low but firm. "I promise you, Siya. I will never make a single mistake in protecting you again. But you... you have to be strong, baby. Strong enough so that I can tell you everything."

Her fingers twitched in mine, and slowly, her eyes fluttered open. Relief washed over me when she looked at me properly. I forced a smile, even though my chest was still tight with fear.

"How are you now?" I asked, brushing her hand gently with my thumb.

"Better," she whispered.

I pressed the button near the bed to call for what I needed, then rested my forehead against hers. "You should take care of yourself, Siya. Do you even know how weak you are? You fainted just because of sunlight." My voice dropped, harsher than I intended. You... you scared me, baby."

But I couldn't tell her the truth. Not yet. That burden wasn't hers to carry.

A knock broke the silence. I got up, opened the door, and found a maid standing with a tray. A glass of juice sat on it. I took it from her and shut the door before she could even say a word.

Walking back, I handed the glass to Siya. "Drink."

She obeyed quietly, no argument, no spark—just silence. Too much silence.

I watched her finish, then said firmly, "From today, you'll follow the diet chart I made. No skipping, no excuses. If I find out otherwise..." I let the words hang, my tone sharp. "No one will be worse than me."

She nodded quietly. She wasn't arguing, but I didn't like it. She wasn't agreeing happily either. Just... silent. Too silent.

That silence pierced me.

I lay down beside her, pulling her close to me. Her warmth calmed me, but the way she stayed quiet bothered me.

"What happened?" I asked softly.

She turned her face away, saying nothing. I cupped her face firmly, forcing her to look at me. "Will you not tell me, jaan? What's hurting you? Hmm?"

Her lips trembled as she whispered, "Tomorrow... tomorrow is the death anniversary of my parents."

When I said those words, "Tomorrow... tomorrow is the death anniversary of my parents," there was a silence. Avi didn't say anything right away. He just held me tighter, as if telling me without words that he was with me. And somehow... that was enough.

All these years, I only knew one thing—that my parents died in a car accident.

Nothing more. No memories. Just a hollow space in my heart.

But now, I have every memory back with me.

.. their voices, their smiles, their love.

Sometimes it feels like they still listen to me, like they never left me at all.

I was lost in my thoughts when Avi's deep voice broke through softly, "How do you want to spend tomorrow, baby?"

My eyes stung. For so long, I had carried this day alone, thinking no one would ever ask me that.

Every year, I went to the temple by myself, prayed, and if I could manage a little, I distributed food.

But most of the time, I only had prayers to offer.

And no one ever asked me how I felt. No one ever stayed beside me.

But this year... I wasn't alone. I had Avi.

I placed my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and whispered, "You know.

.. every year, I was alone on this day. I was alone every day, but this day.

.. I always felt too lonely. No one was there to listen, to even ask me once.

So I went to the temple and prayed for my parents.

Sometimes I distributed food... but only a few times I could manage that. "

His arms tightened around me. His voice was low, steady, and warm, "You don't have to do anything alone now, Siya. I'm here for you, always. We'll do everything together, okay?"

Tears pricked my eyes, but this time they weren't only from pain. They were from the comfort of finally not being alone.

The next morning, I woke up early. My heart was heavy but also calm, knowing I wasn't by myself anymore.

I quietly went to the bathroom, took a shower, and dressed in a soft peach saree with a simple blouse.

I tied my hair into a neat bun and wore just small earrings.

No makeup, no heavy jewelry. Just the way I wanted for this day.

I was just about to step out of the room to go to the temple when the door opened. Avi walked in, dressed in a white traditional outfit. He looked breathtaking in white... for a moment, I forgot to even breathe while staring at him.

"Oh, you're ready," he said with a little smile. "I just came to wake you up. Come, let's go."

Before I could ask him where, he held my hand firmly and led me outside.

When we reached the living room, I froze. My breath caught in my throat. Everything was arranged for my parents' pooja. Flowers, diya, offerings... everything was set perfectly. And not just that—everyone from the family was present, standing there respectfully.

Tears immediately welled in my eyes. I had spent so many years believing this day belonged to me and my loneliness. And now... I had a family, my own people, standing beside me.

Avi noticed my tears. He gently brushed them away with his thumb and whispered close to me, "Don't cry, okay? If you do, your parents will haunt me for making their princess sad."

A small laugh escaped me, even through my tears. I nodded, clutching his hand tighter. For the first time in years, I felt like my parents were truly smiling at me from above.

After the pooja was completed, Avi held my hand and took me to the dining table.

Everyone was already sitting there for breakfast. I didn't feel like eating much—it never felt right to eat on this day.

But before I could say anything, Avi quietly made a plate for me and placed it in front of me. His eyes said everything: Eat.

Maa smiled softly and said, "Siya, I made poha for you, I know you like it."

And Chachi added quickly, "And I made aalu paratha. So eat whatever you like, beta."

My throat tightened. I never thought I could feel... happy on this day. But here I was, surrounded by people who cared for me. For the first time, I wasn't invisible.

I took a little poha and two-three bites of the paratha. Then I drank the juice quietly. I felt so full—not from the food, but from the love they were showering on me. All these years, I never imagined this could happen to me.

After breakfast, we all went to the temple where I used to go every year alone. This time, we went together—like a family. Standing in front of Shivji, I closed my eyes.

"Shivji," I whispered in my heart, "I never knew I would ever have a family who would be there to support me. Thank you so much for everything."

My eyes burned as I thought of my parents.

Mom... Dad... today I don't have any complaints.

I just... miss you. I always missed you.

Earlier, I didn't even have memories of you—just a feeling that if you were here, I wouldn't feel this lonely.

But now... now I have my own family, Mom, Dad. And they love me. Truly love me.

When I opened my eyes, pandit ji was standing in front of me with a kind smile. He blessed me, placing his hand on my head. Me and Avi bent together to take his blessings, and I felt a strange kind of peace in my heart.

Later, I went with Avi to distribute food to the people. Even Maa, Chachi, and everyone from the family joined us. Watching everyone work together with so much warmth made me realize how blessed I was.

When everything was done and we returned to Rathore Palace, Avi and I walked toward our floor. As soon as we entered the living room, I stopped in shock. On the wall, there was a big photo frame... of my parents.

I froze, my lips trembling. Slowly, I walked closer and touched the frame with shaky fingers. My chest felt heavy, but not with sadness—with something more... gratitude, maybe.

Avi came behind me, placing both his hands gently on my shoulders. His voice was soft, "Do you like it?"

I turned to look at him, my eyes wet, and whispered, "I... I can't explain how much happy I am today."

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on my forehead. "You should be happy. And now Mumma and Papa will also be happy... seeing how happy you are. Right?"

I nodded quickly, biting my lip to stop my tears, but a smile still found its way on my face.

Holding hands, we both went to our room to rest. My heart was still heavy, but today—for the first time—it was heavy with love, not loneliness.

It was evening when I woke up. My eyes blinked open slowly, and the first thing I saw was Avi, sitting beside me on the bed with his laptop. His face looked so calm, so focused, and I just lay there quietly, watching him.

The moment he noticed I was awake, he immediately closed his laptop and put it aside. Leaning closer, he pressed a soft kiss on my forehead. "Tell me, baby, what do you want to eat? I will ma—"

I quickly shook my head and cut him off. "Just... just a cup of tea."

He raised his eyebrow. "But you should eat something too."

I smiled a little and said softly, "I already ate too much today. I just... I just need tea now."

He looked at me for a second, as if he wanted to argue, but then sighed with a small smile. "Okay. You freshen up. I'll ask someone to bring our tea."

I nodded and went to the bathroom. Splashing water on my face, I looked into the mirror. There was a peace on my face, a calmness I hadn't seen in years. And I knew it was because of him. Because of my Avi.

When I returned to the room, the tea was already there, placed neatly on the table. We sat together, sipping slowly, talking softly about nothing and everything. It felt warm. It felt home.

After the tea, Avi suddenly got up and went to the closet. He came back with a few boxes in his hands—beautiful velvet boxes, the kind that usually hold jewelry. He placed them in front of me.

I frowned a little. "Avi...?"

"Open it," he said gently, his voice carrying a kind of emotion I couldn't quite place.

One by one, I opened them. Necklaces, payals, bangles, earrings... so many beautiful pieces of jewelry. My fingers froze when I lifted a pair of earrings, and then a necklace. They looked so familiar.

I looked up at him, confused. "Avi... isn't this Taiji's?"

He shook his head slowly. "No, Siya. They are yours. They always belonged to you." His voice softened even more. "These are Mumma's jewelry. I brought them back for you... but I didn't have the courage to give them earlier. Today felt like the perfect day... to give you Mumma's blessings."

My hands trembled as I touched the pieces. I tried to feel Mom's warmth through them, as if her love was still alive inside every jewel. Tears blurred my vision. I lifted a pair of payals and kissed them gently.

A sound echoed in my mind—the soft, delicate sound of these payals when Mom used to walk. My chest ached as another memory rushed in. I remembered tugging at her saree and telling her, "Mom, I want the same payal."

One by one, every happy memory came rushing back—her laughter, her voice, her touch, the way Dad smiled at us both.

I held the payal tightly in my hands, pressing it against my chest as if I could hold her love with it. Slowly, I lifted my tearful eyes to Avi.

"Avi... I... I remember." My voice cracked, trembling. "I remember my parents' face... their voice... their love... everything."

I woke up earlier than usual today. My angel was still asleep, so I made sure everything for the pooja was ready before she even opened her eyes.

I already knew... Siya had told me yesterday it was her parents' death anniversary, but I had known even before that.

For years she carried this pain alone, and somewhere inside me, guilt kept poking—because I was hiding things from her.

But not anymore. I had already planned how I would tell her the truth and how I would stand by her.

The family was informed last night. The arrangements were made. Nothing could go wrong.

After the pooja and breakfast, we went to the temple—the same temple where Siya always prayed, always cried alone before.

But now she wasn't alone. She had me. She had a family.

And I had made sure of that. I stayed by her side the whole time.

She prayed with folded hands, eyes closed, and I could see the peace on her face.

My angel looked as if she was finally... home.

Once the rituals were over, Siya went inside again to thank her Shivji. I was about to follow her when I overheard Pandit ji speaking with Dadi Maa.

"Rajmata ji," Pandit ji said softly, "didn't I tell you once? Rani sa's pairing with our Ransa sa is like Shiv and Parvati. They are meant to be together. Shivji himself blessed this union... but yes, their journey will face some obstacles."

My jaw tightened. Obstacles? What the hell does he mean by that?

Dadi Maa asked him, "Obstacles? What obstacles, Pandit ji?"

He only smiled and said, "That only time will tell."

I clenched my fists. I don't believe in such things, but Siya does. And if it concerns her, I can't ignore it.

Later, when we returned to the palace and Siya finally fell asleep, I went to Dadi Maa's room. The moment she saw me, she smiled knowingly.

"I was waiting for you," she said.

I frowned. "You knew I'd come?"

She chuckled. "I am Rajmata, Aarav. I know things—the ones everyone knows, and the ones no one can even imagine."

I swallowed hard. She wasn't wrong.

So I went straight to the point. "What was Pandit ji saying? About those... obstacles?"

She raised an eyebrow. "But you don't believe in these things, Aarav."

"I don't," I admitted. "But Siya does. And what she believes in, I believe in too."

Her eyes softened, and she cupped my face gently. "I didn't make a mistake choosing your bride. There is something special about Siya. The first time I saw her, without even knowing who she was, I felt... she belongs here."

I asked quietly, "If you knew Siya was the bride, then why didn't you say anything before?"

She sighed. "At first, I didn't know. But later, I sensed something wasn't right.

So I told my PA to check Natasha's background.

And when I found the truth, I was ready to end that marriage myself.

But then I learned you had already sent Natasha that job letter.

I knew you were planning something. I didn't take long to guess what and why.

Aarav, I'm a Rajmata for a reason. I taught you to always keep your eyes open—for enemies, but also for family.

Did you think I wouldn't keep my eyes on mine? "

I didn't answer. For the first time in a long time, I had no words. She was truly a queen—sharp, graceful, unshakable.

She placed her hand on my head. "I'm happy for you, and proud too. You took care of your wife when she needed you the most. But remember, Aarav, never hide things from her. If you haven't told her already, tell her."

I cut her off immediately. "She knows everything, Dadi Maa. I already told her."

Her smile grew warm. "Good. Then don't worry about what Pandit ji said. Nothing will happen to your Siya. Remember, she is protected—not just by you, but by Shivji too."

For once, my walls cracked. I bent down and hugged her tightly. She may be Rajmata to the world...but to me, she's the only one who still makes me feel like that little boy she raised.

And for Siya—I will fight every damn obstacle, no matter what.

Do you think the "obstacles" Pandit ji mentioned will cause trouble for Siya and Aarav? What kind of obstacles do you predict?

Which POV did you enjoy more in this chapter—Aarav's or Siya's? Why?

Do you think anyone will try to come between Avi and Siya?

What part of this chapter touched your heart the most?