Part 11
Divya watched Amar, her eyes open wide. I love you. She could feel the blush spreading over her cheeks, and her heart began beating wildly. She continued looking at him, disconcerted, as he stared at her, unabashedly. All other beings dwindled out of existence as he looked at her, his eyes searing deep into her soul.
Maasi's forced cough brought Divya out of her reverie. Taking a deep breath to calm her pacing heart, she forced a chuckle out of her lips, "Hehe...olive juice. I've never heard of that one before."
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Atchoo! Atchoo! Divya sniffled as she rummaged through the third box. Armaan was supposed to be helping her in the attic, but she just couldn't force him when he turned those puppy dog eyes on her. She was growing too soft.
Frowning, Divya pushed the box to one side of the attic. She made a mental note to herself - nothing important in that one. Might as well throw it out. Sighing, she came to the last box. This one was smaller than the rest and the top was taped shut. Pursing her lips, she wondered if she should ask Maasi before opening it, but curiosity got the better of her. Grabbing a pair of scissors, she began poking holes through the tape until it gave way. Grabbing the end of the lid, she pulled it open. Slowly, she pulled out the contents of the box. At the top lay a photograph of Chinu masa ji. Frowning, Divya wondered why it was put away in a box. Putting it aside, she looked at the rest of the contents. There lay an old jewelry box and some other pictures of Shalu massi and masa. Divya smiled at how young and happy they looked.
As she was about to put them back, she realized there was something that looked like a frame at the bottom of the box. She pulled it out and opened the covering on it. It was another picture of her masa ji with his arm around...Divya's eyes widened. It couldn't be. Dropping the picture as if it had burned her, Divya moved back.
Covering her mouth in shock, she remained there, kneeling in front of the box.
"Hey Divya...what are you doing here?" Amar asked as he entered the attic.
Turning to Amar, Divya shrieked. She quickly closed the lid and pushed the box away. "Nothing. Nothing at all."
Amar narrowed his eyes, "Hmm...so you come up here and smoke? Or is there a secret boyfriend hiding behind the curtains?"
Divya forced a chuckle, "Nothing. Nothing. Just me. No photographs. Nothing. Just me!"
Amar asked, "What photographs?"
Divya impatiently replied, "I said, it was nothing."
Amar slowly replied, as if to a child, "Okay. It's nothing. I believe you."
He turned around to leave but stopped short when she blurted, "I saw you!"
Amar slowly turned back, "Me?"
Divya nodded hesitantly and took a deep breath before replying, "I saw you...and me in a dream two days ago."
Amar smiled and knelt next to her, "Oh. Tell me about it."
Divya bit her lip, contemplating. Sensing her hesitation, Amar smiled, "What? Was I a murderer in it? That has always been your secret fascination, right?" he finished with a wink.
Sighing, Divya asked, "Do you want to hear it or not?"
"Shoot!"
Taking a deep breath, Divya continued, "We were at a temple - dressed completely differently. I was in a sari..."
"How'd you look?" Amar interrupted.
Divya frowned, "Will you let me finish?"
Amar chuckled, "Sorry."
Divya continued, "I was in a sari and you were in business attire. And...and there was a mangalsutra around my neck."
Amar opened his mouth in shock and said, "AHA! So I was right. You did get married!"
Divya, frustrated, "ARGH! You idiot! WE got married!"
I didn't have time to look over it so sorry if it's boring. 😳
Anupamaa
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