THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO MY DEAREST NITOO, BIPS, LOVE4EVER, MORNING DEW AND ALL OTHER LOVEATICS!
Okee, I know this is a major back-track that I am doing......but something just happened, I was thinking on this whole debate of love vs honor in my mind and a simple idea sprang up........... which has somewhat altered the thoughts that I was holding in support of honor vs love. (My views are not changed, just that I am able to see the love supporters POV more clearly now!)
Angad will come back and ask and receive forgiveness simply because Kripa does not know herself without him.
I was stunned and awestruck by this simple statement and yet could manage to see the depth and truth in it!
Prithvi is the kindest person Kripa has ever met. Any girl would jump with joy on hearing his offer of marriage. He is nice, he is caring, he is rich. She still does not want him.
Prithvi's eyes look at her with warmth and love. They are gentle eyes in a kind face. She would never have to fear temper or bad humor. She wouldn't have to worry about his sulking, his losing sight of all reason, on his unmade bed, on his emptying glass after glass of alchohol and refusing to stop, on his posessive streak, on his screaming and shouting and refusing to talk for some cause too trivial to remember. Prithvi will not forget occasions, ceremonies, birthdays. He won't sing and serenade to her like Angad, and he won't sneak behind her back and hold her waist lovingly when she is depressed, and lonely, and confused. He won't whisper nonsense in her ears as they walk down the coast line and she bursts into giggles, muffled slightly for fear of the looks of the passerby.
Prithvi is respectful and has never touched Kripa, save in common, general greeting. She remembers Angad's arms around her, drawing her close. She remembers the feel of his skin, and the taste of his mouth, and the look in his eyes.
Kripa has seen movies and read books where a rich boy falls in love with the sweet and simple girl who is poor. It's a favorite topic. There is usually tragedy and suicide, or the reconciliation of families. She is far too practical to think of self-destruction, and she can't imagine Angad's family relenting, in tears, welcoming her in.
She wonders what would happen if she marched into his mansion and claimed that Angad and she have infact ''technically married''. Reminding him she is a wife in front of everyone, demanding to be recognized in front of his family. She can't imagine that even in the privacy of her mind, however. No proof, no witnesses, and his anger a solid bar between them. His family including him called her a w***e. She has her pride, and now the first step must be his.
If only she did not miss him so.................the cold stubborn rage, those teasing eyes filled with love, the insane insecurity of a love-struck man, the mad possessiveness, the warm voice breaking into romantic nothings, the heart-melting smile.............. He will come back and ask and receive forgiveness simply because she does not know herself without him. And until then she has her pride and it will see her through. She is done with pleading, with crying, with useless what-ifs. He will have to come for her now.
And then there is Prithvi. Kripa likes his eyes. They are not like Angad's eyes, full of pain and rage. Any girl would want to give him her heart. But she can't, as it's year's too late for her. She had loved Angad before she knew what loving was. She thought he was handsome, and kind, and generous, and humourous, and jealous and autocratic. He let her have all his precious time, and he tugged at her hair, kissed her goodnight on her forehead, lit her room with a 100 candles on her birthday, gave her a ride on his back at the Beach, climbed trees for her, covered for her, made fun of her, cried for her, laughed with her and her day started and ended with him filling all the moments in between.
Prithvi is not unpredictable or spoiled. He did not reject Kripa, flinging her from him, hurting her more than she thought possible. Prithvi is what Kripa should want. But she cannot............because, I guess that is how love is........and that is how love should be!
Thanks Nitica, love4ever and Bips for bringing back my faith in love..............😊
Yours lovingly,
Chilly
Edited by Viewbie due to profane language.
