Originally posted by: nureat01
Atul got up and walking to her, slowly sank down to his knees in front of her. He reached out and slowly took both her hands in his. She looked up at him and watched as he reached out a hand and gently wiped the tears from each cheek, shaking his head gently. A few broken sobs escaped from her again, the look in his eyes undoing her even more for some reason. He squeezed the hands he held, shaking his head at her again. Slowly, she subsided and her sobs reduced to sniffles. Atul smiled at her slightly, a smile she wasn't able to understand fully, and reaching out slowly, he brushed the back of his hand softly againt one tear stained cheek. And as she watched, one single tear escaped from his eye and landed on their joined hands. She glanced down at the tear and then glanced back up at him again, only to see that he still had that slight smile on his face as he looked back at her her'a smile of'she didn't know how to describe it'but'it was a smile that seemed to say'I understand' and a thousand other things that she couldn't quite fully understand, but seemed to reassure her in some way'to soothe her in some way.
And that very smile seemed to finally unravel her completely and she threw her arms around him as if holding on for dear life. Atul automatically put his arms around her as well, hugging her close, trying to soothe her as much as he could. She burrowed her head into the crook of his neck and started to cry once again, unable to understand why, but it was if a dam had burst inside her and she just couldn't stop crying. Atul smoothed his hand down the back of her head, murmuring softly to her, 'Anjali, Anjali'it will be ok'.'
'Why? Why always'?' she cried harder.
'Shhhh, Anjali' he said, rubbing a hand down her back, 'Shhh now'everything will be fine''
He continued to do so for a while until finally she subsided completely. She loosened her grip around him a bit, but continued to rest her head on his shoulder, not really knowing why, but needing the contact for some reason.
Atul too continued to hold her, brushing her hair down her back slowly, savoring this unexpected and magical twist of fate, savoring that feeling of finally being complete in a way he had never thought possible.
And so they both sat there holding each other, two people as different from each other as night and day, yet in that moment, none of those differences mattered. In that one magical moment, nothing else mattered but the fact that they were there with each other, for each other, completing each other.
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