Perhaps:
Sukriti's confession continuously replays in his head... Slowly, the pain flows into a throbbing pain as the burden on his chest continues to balloon... threatening his intimidating composure. It's like the wind had been knocked out of him. What had he done? A sudden nausea clogs his senses and he feels the need to get away... and as the instinct passes through his nerves, his feet turn towards the stairs. His lips seal in silence as each step weighs down on him as the layers build to construct a foundation… The irony being, he felt crushed…
As the icy breath of air rushed to his balmy skin, he stood in the garden of Shah house… his dark eyes wildly scanning the green infused in shadows… His sister's words still vibrated in his ears… as the thudding in his head pounded nervously in sync with his untamed heartbeat… When he finally released a full breath, a stream of curses poured out… all in his own name. The atmosphere seemed to mimic the chaos building within him as with each passing minute, the airs viciously retorted to his unharmed status. A surge of immediate comfort coursed through his veins as a deeply familiar touch fell upon his shoulder. Frozen by the guilt, he felt unable to face her. Instead, he stood with one hand in his pocket… waiting for the night's silence to scream accusations at him… But rather, the silence only bought a strange sense of comfort… the feeling brought upon, whenever she were around. Unable to take it any more, he turned quickly with lips parted in lost words… as her fingertips hushed them in their soft presence over his mouth. "Milind…" and with that… the volcano erupted. Taking her hand, he brought it firmly over his erratic heartbeat… while shifting his gaze lower in pronounced shame. "Prachi… tu…" But the phrase left unsaid… as words could not express what he felt. Slowly, he felt her free hand take hold of his face… brining his passionate gaze in line with her own… After a pause in time, his knees began to melt… and slowly… he fell in front of her… Unable to bear the distance any longer, he pulled her close… buring his face in the softness of her sari… while her comforting hold of his face… the gentle strokes of his hair… told him, it was all going to be fine… He had refound his Prachi… never to lose her again…
** Just a thought😳
Cheers,
dc