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Asha gaped at the ring in the box, the gems nestled in the gold nearly blinding her.
“I looked at plain solitaires, but they weren’t you. I know you like color, so I decided on this.” Kade pulled the ring from the box and reached for her hand.
Asha’s hand trembled as Kade pushed the ring over her finger. It was so incredible that she was speechless. The middle was a huge diamond, but the surrounding stones were a perfusion of color, each one a different hue. “I’m Indian. My love for color is in my genes,” she replied with a tremulous voice. “It’s beautiful.”
“When did you get these?” Kade fingered the thin, gold bangles on her wrist.
Asha explained how she’d always wanted bangles but had never been allowed to wear any. “So it was my one indulgence,” she explained, her finger still moving over her engagement ring in awe. “Bangles are important to an Indian woman.”
“I’ll get you a new one to add to your collection every week,” Kade told her huskily. “You’ll never want for anything again, Asha. I swear.”
Asha looked up from her ring and her eyes met Kade’s. How lucky could a woman possibly be? He was everything she’d ever wanted and more. She’d gone from a lonely victim of domestic violence to the fiancée of a man who would do anything not to hurt her. Kadewouldgive her everything she wanted, but she saw everything she needed reflected in his gaze.
“I don’t want for a thing anymore,” she answered honestly.
Asha wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, proving to him without words that his love would always be more than enough.
“I think what Devi was trying to make me understand is that what happened with Ravi went beyond culture,” Asha told Maddie as they sat at Maddie’s kitchen table talking one morning. It had been two weeks since Kade had asked her to marry him, and she still rubbed her ring every few minutes, unable to believe she was actually going to marry a man like Kade Harrison.
Asha took a sip of her chai latte, while Maddie drank lemonade. Maddie looked across at Asha, answering, “You do understand that, don’t you? Your foster parents and Ravi both had issues that went deeper than culture. And Ravi had a drinking problem.”
Asha paused as she absorbed what Maddie had just said, and then continued, nodding. “Kade’s taking me to India. I want to learn more about my father’s country firsthand so I can contribute to the foundation and help out there, too. I know that India has gender inequality and a very high rate of domestic violence and that there are laws to protect women, but they’re rarely enforced. I think some women just accept it as their lot in life. That many years of brainwashing is going to be hard to overcome, but I know it can be done.”
“It’s because they don’t know anything different,” Maddie injected softly. “I see a little of the same mentality here in the United States, too, in domestic abuse issues. Too many women accept it because their self-esteem has been undermined and manipulated by the man or men in their life. Unfortunately, it’s more the norm and more common in India than it is here in the US.”
Asha’s enthusiasm for her newfound cause was evident. “I think the younger generation is starting to move for gender equality, but there’s still a long way to go. Devi does some work over there to help women fighting for equality and I want to be part of it. There are also some beautiful things I’d like to see in my father’s country.”
“I think your dad would be proud that you want to continue his legacy,” Maddie said gently.
Asha nodded. “I think so, too. But it’s not just for him. It’s for me, too. I know what it’s like to be held back and punished just because I was born female. I’m lucky enough to be free of that now. I’m still a work in progress when it comes to getting rid of my old baggage, but I’m working on it.”
“And Kade?” Maddie prompted.
“Is so incredibly supportive that he makes me cry almost daily.” Asha finished her sister’s thought with a smile.
She fingered the two additional bangles that Kade had already added to her collection, intricate gold spirals with delicate designs, one of them bursting with a variety of color. Both were much more detailed than the ones she’d bought for herself, and incredibly beautiful. The only tiff they’d really had in the last few weeks had been his highhandedness over ditching her car and buying her a new one. It had ended with him apologizing for doing it without her knowledge, but he had stubbornly refused to return the new vehicle, asking her to drive it for him. Really, Kade made it so damn hard to refuse him when his reasoning all revolved around her safety.
Remembering something else she’d talked over with Dr. Miller, she asked Maddie, “I wanted to see if you could recommend a gynecologist. I’m late this month. I know it’s just the stress of what’s been happening, but I think I finally need to know exactly why I’m infertile. It’s going to be vital to my healing process and acceptance.”
Maddie’s head jerked up and she pinned Asha with a calculating stare. “How late?”
Asha shrugged. “A week or two. It’s no big deal.”
“And you’re emotional every day?” Maddie asked carefully. “Have you been sick or nauseated? Anything else out of the ordinary?”
“The smell of garlic seems to make me nauseous lately. I’ve had to stop cooking with it for now.” She looked at her sister, the suspicious look on Maddie’s face forcing her to add, “I’m not pregnant, Maddie. You know that’s not possible. I only mentioned this because I think it’s time for me to start dealing with reality instead of going through life with blinders. I need to know why I’m not fertile. Then I can move on. Kade accepts the fact that we’ll never have natural children, and we’d both like to adopt someday.” Asha’s heart lightened at the thought. Kade was an extraordinary man, and she knew he really didn’t care if he had children of his own. He truly believed that there were so many children in need of a good home that it didn’t matter if his children were his blood or not.
Asha watched as her sister hurriedly rose to her feet as quickly as a woman who was carrying twin babies could get up. Popping to her feet, Asha grabbed Maddie’s arm and helped her straighten. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be resting,” Asha scolded, knowing Maddie was really starting to feel the effects of carrying twins.
“We need to see if you’re pregnant,” Maddie said excitedly, waddling out the kitchen door without another word.
Asha followed quietly behind her, putting a hand to her flat belly. No! She wasn’t even going to consider the possibility. “Maddie…I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I know I’m not.”
Stopping in the downstairs bathroom, Maddie ignored her, rifling through her medicine cabinet until she had what she wanted. “Asha…no offense…but your ex-husband was the lowest scum on earth. Do you think he wouldn’t lie?” She handed Asha the two pregnancy tests she had in her hand and waved at the toilet. “Pee. Now.”
Asha grasped the pregnancy tests to her chest, her heart starting to gallop like a herd of wild horses.What if…
“I’m not pregnant,” she told her sister again obstinately.
“I looked at plain solitaires, but they weren’t you. I know you like color, so I decided on this.” Kade pulled the ring from the box and reached for her hand.
Asha’s hand trembled as Kade pushed the ring over her finger. It was so incredible that she was speechless. The middle was a huge diamond, but the surrounding stones were a perfusion of color, each one a different hue. “I’m Indian. My love for color is in my genes,” she replied with a tremulous voice. “It’s beautiful.”
“When did you get these?” Kade fingered the thin, gold bangles on her wrist.
Asha explained how she’d always wanted bangles but had never been allowed to wear any. “So it was my one indulgence,” she explained, her finger still moving over her engagement ring in awe. “Bangles are important to an Indian woman.”
“I’ll get you a new one to add to your collection every week,” Kade told her huskily. “You’ll never want for anything again, Asha. I swear.”
Asha looked up from her ring and her eyes met Kade’s. How lucky could a woman possibly be? He was everything she’d ever wanted and more. She’d gone from a lonely victim of domestic violence to the fiancée of a man who would do anything not to hurt her. Kadewouldgive her everything she wanted, but she saw everything she needed reflected in his gaze.
“I don’t want for a thing anymore,” she answered honestly.
Asha wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, proving to him without words that his love would always be more than enough.
“I think what Devi was trying to make me understand is that what happened with Ravi went beyond culture,” Asha told Maddie as they sat at Maddie’s kitchen table talking one morning. It had been two weeks since Kade had asked her to marry him, and she still rubbed her ring every few minutes, unable to believe she was actually going to marry a man like Kade Harrison.
Asha took a sip of her chai latte, while Maddie drank lemonade. Maddie looked across at Asha, answering, “You do understand that, don’t you? Your foster parents and Ravi both had issues that went deeper than culture. And Ravi had a drinking problem.”
Asha paused as she absorbed what Maddie had just said, and then continued, nodding. “Kade’s taking me to India. I want to learn more about my father’s country firsthand so I can contribute to the foundation and help out there, too. I know that India has gender inequality and a very high rate of domestic violence and that there are laws to protect women, but they’re rarely enforced. I think some women just accept it as their lot in life. That many years of brainwashing is going to be hard to overcome, but I know it can be done.”
“It’s because they don’t know anything different,” Maddie injected softly. “I see a little of the same mentality here in the United States, too, in domestic abuse issues. Too many women accept it because their self-esteem has been undermined and manipulated by the man or men in their life. Unfortunately, it’s more the norm and more common in India than it is here in the US.”
Asha’s enthusiasm for her newfound cause was evident. “I think the younger generation is starting to move for gender equality, but there’s still a long way to go. Devi does some work over there to help women fighting for equality and I want to be part of it. There are also some beautiful things I’d like to see in my father’s country.”
“I think your dad would be proud that you want to continue his legacy,” Maddie said gently.
Asha nodded. “I think so, too. But it’s not just for him. It’s for me, too. I know what it’s like to be held back and punished just because I was born female. I’m lucky enough to be free of that now. I’m still a work in progress when it comes to getting rid of my old baggage, but I’m working on it.”
“And Kade?” Maddie prompted.
“Is so incredibly supportive that he makes me cry almost daily.” Asha finished her sister’s thought with a smile.
She fingered the two additional bangles that Kade had already added to her collection, intricate gold spirals with delicate designs, one of them bursting with a variety of color. Both were much more detailed than the ones she’d bought for herself, and incredibly beautiful. The only tiff they’d really had in the last few weeks had been his highhandedness over ditching her car and buying her a new one. It had ended with him apologizing for doing it without her knowledge, but he had stubbornly refused to return the new vehicle, asking her to drive it for him. Really, Kade made it so damn hard to refuse him when his reasoning all revolved around her safety.
Remembering something else she’d talked over with Dr. Miller, she asked Maddie, “I wanted to see if you could recommend a gynecologist. I’m late this month. I know it’s just the stress of what’s been happening, but I think I finally need to know exactly why I’m infertile. It’s going to be vital to my healing process and acceptance.”
Maddie’s head jerked up and she pinned Asha with a calculating stare. “How late?”
Asha shrugged. “A week or two. It’s no big deal.”
“And you’re emotional every day?” Maddie asked carefully. “Have you been sick or nauseated? Anything else out of the ordinary?”
“The smell of garlic seems to make me nauseous lately. I’ve had to stop cooking with it for now.” She looked at her sister, the suspicious look on Maddie’s face forcing her to add, “I’m not pregnant, Maddie. You know that’s not possible. I only mentioned this because I think it’s time for me to start dealing with reality instead of going through life with blinders. I need to know why I’m not fertile. Then I can move on. Kade accepts the fact that we’ll never have natural children, and we’d both like to adopt someday.” Asha’s heart lightened at the thought. Kade was an extraordinary man, and she knew he really didn’t care if he had children of his own. He truly believed that there were so many children in need of a good home that it didn’t matter if his children were his blood or not.
Asha watched as her sister hurriedly rose to her feet as quickly as a woman who was carrying twin babies could get up. Popping to her feet, Asha grabbed Maddie’s arm and helped her straighten. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be resting,” Asha scolded, knowing Maddie was really starting to feel the effects of carrying twins.
“We need to see if you’re pregnant,” Maddie said excitedly, waddling out the kitchen door without another word.
Asha followed quietly behind her, putting a hand to her flat belly. No! She wasn’t even going to consider the possibility. “Maddie…I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I know I’m not.”
Stopping in the downstairs bathroom, Maddie ignored her, rifling through her medicine cabinet until she had what she wanted. “Asha…no offense…but your ex-husband was the lowest scum on earth. Do you think he wouldn’t lie?” She handed Asha the two pregnancy tests she had in her hand and waved at the toilet. “Pee. Now.”
Asha grasped the pregnancy tests to her chest, her heart starting to gallop like a herd of wild horses.What if…
“I’m not pregnant,” she told her sister again obstinately.
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