Savior Of Her Heart

Anupama's POV:-

"So you're saying that someone intentionally told the press about our marriage and also gave them a false report saying that I have married you just because of your money." I wonder aloud after taking a sip from my evening tea. Everyone has gone after lunch and Advira is playing with her Nonna (grandma) so I and Mr. Bianchi are sitting in the library attached to his office room for some discussion he  wants to do with me.

"Correct but that's not the main problem here. There is someone who is working with the press against me, that person is giving information about my personal life to the press and they are using it by any means they want." Mr. Bianchi replies. I can't say that I understand what he is feeling now because I have never faced something like this in my life before but I am sure he will solve this problem soon.

"Then what should we do now? It can taint your reputation if people start to believe whatever the press is saying." I tell him with concern because I have seen how these presses work and do anything to gain popularity. That's why Baba has always tried to maintain his image in front of the paparazzi or media. Nowadays, they mostly write things which can provoke the public. However, not everyone from the media or press are bad because they know what is right and wrong.

"Aren't you worried about yourself? They are saying improper things about you and you are concern about my reputation?" He exclaims with a look of disbelief. I shrug my shoulders and put the empty cup down on the nearby table.

"I am nothing compare to you, Mr. Bianchi. I am a simple girl who is the daughter of a millionaire and now the wife of a multi-billionaire. That's all I have as my identity. Also, it's not the first time someone has said anything bad about me so you can say that I am used to hearing things like these." I reply without thinking how much my words can anger him because the next thing I know he has flipped the table in front of us without breaking any sweat. I jump out of my seat in fear seeing the hard look on his face.

"Sit down on your damn place Mrs. Anhuphama Bianchi." He orders me when he notices that I am backing away from him. I stop in my place and gulp in fear because he is looking very scary. When he sees that I am still standing he takes a hold of my hand and makes me seat down on the single couch before crouching in front of me.

"Why do you think so low of you? Why do you keep giving others importance and yourself so much negligence?" I am taken aback by his questions because I have never thought that he will ask something like that. I want to answer him but something is holding me back, maybe because of the look he is giving as if saying don't lie to him.

"I don't need to think anything when I know everything I have said is true." I reply with difficulties as I remember how Thakurmaa and Pishimaa used to remind me everyday how unworthy I am.

"No, you don't know anything. Stop saying, hell even thinking so cruel about yourself. You are far important than me or your father, because you are an amazing human being who is not only kind but also caring toward others. I don't know what kind of shitty things your family has put in your head but what I know is that nothing they have said is the truth." Tears gather around my eyes and a lump form in my throat hearing him say so nice things about me. I throw my arms around his neck and start crying while he rubs my back before kissing the top of my head.

"I will not tell you to stop crying because I know how much hatred you have been keeping in your heart and mind for yourself so cry as much as you want. You need to love yourself first that's when others will love you back." This made me cry harder because whatever he is saying, is correct. I have always hated myself for being bad at everything, for not being able to get my father's love, for causing so many problems for others but mostly for my mother's death.

After some time I pull my hands away from his neck and wipe my tears while he hands me a glass of water. I take a few sips of water before looking at him to see that he is already watching me. I don't know why I reacted like that but his words induce some unknown emotions in me. I feel as if I can share everything with him and he will hear me without any complaints.

"Uncle Gabriel has suggested that I should host a big event, like a reception party and make an announcement about our marriage in there. Bianca and Marco also think that this is the best idea we have now but I want to know what do you want. I will do whatever you want me to do. I have already married you without your will so I don't want to do anything that will upset you." He informs me.

"I also think that this will be a great idea but I have a request." I hesitantly reply because after seeing his anger I don't want him to get any more furious with me.

"Hmmm, tell me what request you have." He asks with a smile.

I am just suggesting." I expect him to throw

understand why you are more important than me. Look at you, you want to invite those people who never stop to hurt you, who always made sure that you feel unworthy. But I am not complaining though, I want them to see how a person like you should be treated. So, I will personally

Diwali in our Bengali culture. Some of the maids are helping me in preparing for the puja while the others are busy in decorating the mansion with various types of lights. When I mentioned about this festival in front of Mama Melody, she instantly told me that she wanted me to celebrate the festival. But I was a little worried about Mr. Bianchi's reaction, however, he assured me that this is my house too so I can do anything in here as I please. The Kali Maa's statue is ready to be worship and I have already put diya's all around the corners of the

open the door I get startled by seeing Mama Melody sitting on my bed with a defeated look on her face. I compose myself and move near her. I notice that she has something behind her but I really can't make what it is as

wear a saree but don't know how to do it."

it has so many wrinkles in it." I

really wanted to celebrate the festival wearing

I led her to my closet and pull out a handloom taat saree from the section of sarees. I get a red silk saree for me. Soon enough we are both ready for the puja. When we get downstairs all the maids are gawking at Mama Melody who has

Advira says loudly from her Papa's arms

while giggling. I can feel Mr. Bianchi's eyes on me that make me bite my lip in anticipation. After the way I have reacted in the library a few days ago, I couldn't look directly into his eye without feeling shy. So I move to the living room where the puja will be held. Purohit Ji has already arrived and started to perform the puja. I sit behind him and Mama Melody with Avira follows along. After a few hours, the puja is finally over. I distribute the prasad to everyone but when I get near Mr. Bianchi he doesn't give me his palm to take the prasad

not, Mrs. Bianchi?" This man has no shame. But when he doesn't back out, I shove a big laddu in his mouth making him look at me with surprise. I fight back a smile before handling the plate of Prashad to one of the maids and tell her to distribute them to the bodyguards. Then suddenly my

over the phone. She is the one whom I have called first after getting my phone. Dadabhai, Mamoni and Kakai

you? Are you bursting firecrackers?" I

am bursting firecrackers but it's not fun anymore without you. Also, I am missing my Advira so much. I can't wait to

but don't worry, in only one week you guys will be here for the reception party. I am very eager to

to ask about the theme of the party. I mean do I need to worry about any dress

there have any dress code at the

wear whatever they prefer." He replies before

Advira talking?" Jasmine di

She is playing with her father." I reply

She

She calls him Papa so he is her father." I answer back while I feel

Does everyone treat

no dull moment for me. This place had

was so worried about you and Advira that he was ready to board a plane and go there to see how you were doing. But I know why he was so anxious, he thought that Mr. Bianchi would not take good care of you or neglect