Prologue

Prologue

They say your eyes are like a mirror to your soul. You can try as hard as you want, feign to be the happiest person alive but your eyes will reveal the raging storm in your heart. Unless of course, life has played its cruel joke on you and forced you to learn how to find solace in your pain. However, looking at the screen before me, I realized that there might be an exception to this particular notion as well. The light I saw radiating from Kaju's eyes, told a different story - one that I could identify with very well as I felt the same joy when I looked through the lens of my camera for the first time. 

Kajal Neel Khurana - my wife. I remember the happiness I saw on her face the day I accepted her wholeheartedly. She was sweet, in fact, naive to be precise. At times I wondered how could someone be so pure at heart despite being mistreated her whole life. To my answer, she would simply smile and I would gaze upon her face, bewitched for she was devotion personified. But there was more to her. Apart from being an eternal optimist, she was a self-motivated individual who wanted to create her own identity.

I am not sure whether she’s aware of it or not but whenever I saw her dance, it always felt like I was looking at an entirely different person. So free! So jubilant! As if dance was her way of expressing her emotions. And as I saw her pirouette to Pari Di’s song, I felt her ecstasy as well as her affliction that being in love brought her.  “What are you waiting for? Go bring her back.” 

I looked at Dhruv and hugged him emotionally. How I wish it were that simple! Why do we hurt the ones who love us the most? I know what I said to her in a moment of fury didn’t just hurt her but shattered her from within. But Dhruv was right. I couldn’t let Kaju agonize over my actions. It's time I took accountability for my actions and corrected my mistakes. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath, “I’m coming Kaju! Your Neel is coming for you!” 

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