This is based on the pre cap shown on Friday assuming its no dream.
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OS: Why the fear, Major Saab?
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It felt like a trance, only he had no clue he was moving because the world had ceased for him, a moment ago, when he heard that familiar call. Like sweet music it coursed through his parched barren soul gushing life through the pores which had withered and had simply weathered the last seven years.
In her absence, the absence of her touch, of her words, the sweet music that had colored his colorless life and the love that had softened his stoney heart and made him human - in her absence, he too had ceased to be. Yes he had survived, not like that man he had been prior to having met her but the man she had left him as, and he loved her enough not to ever change. He loved her enough not to break her trust in him, trust that he would be a better man, trust as she had placed their young son in his arms, wailing and crying for the warmth of his mothers embrace even as she had lain bloodied breathing her last, in his lap. He was alive because of her, but he was not really living.
Except everything blurred the moment, he saw that familiar ache starring back at him for the first time in years. The same vulnerability that spoke through silence, an all encompassing trust that reflected through those words, and the same wobbly steps that led him to her, slowly. She had held him captive in that instance and he could not shrug her away, how could he? When his life was calling out to him through a mirage of incomprehensible proportions, like a faint glimmer of hope, a brilliant dazzling white light in an all too dark space, he only saw her, as she held him in trance. And he waited for her to act, anything like tiny crumbs to a hungry man. Would she give him a reason to believe in magic?
"Why the fear, Major Saab?" the world ceased making sense to him then.
Paro, are you really here? His heart craved to know yet he was afraid to move, afraid that it would break this spell, afraid that she would retreat back and he would left stranded once again. But all the questions flew out, all the words left him bereft, as the familiar touch slowly stroked that familiar passion back, and those lips trailed open an unmistakable familiarity in its wake. He gave in to her, there was nothing more to it, there was nothing else to it, it was Paro and he was her Rudra. There was no greater truth in the world and no one would be able to convince him otherwise, no matter what.
He reluctantly walked up to the door and pried his eyes away from her, from Paro that he had tucked to bed. His Paro, not that stranger who had waltzed into their lives threatening to destroy his carefully structured world. This was her, his Paro. And thats precisely what he couldn't move away. Afraid that tomorrow would shatter this beautiful dream. He shut the blinds and closed the curtains, afraid that the sunlight would cast a shadow in this hope; and there was nothing more to do except wait. A long excruciating wait, that had started the moment she had fallen back into a deep sleep just as he was waking up after the memorizing kiss, a kiss that left him in no doubt. He had stared at her in absolute astonishment for god knows how long, holding her tiny frame, the all too familiar warmth in his hands, as the overwhelming familiarity finally made sense to him. This was her, but how?
He needed answers but who would wake up in the morning, Myrah or his Paro?
Anupamaa
