MB FF - On the Quest : Thread 2 ||Mega update-Pg13||

Paarth was worried. Panchi had called him on the terrace. For all the while he was waiting for her to talk to him. Even if she would shout, hit and slap him, he was ready to accept it all with a smile. But she never did any of that. Now, she wanted to talk to him. Was it something related to their relationship? What was her decision? Will his love ever be able to take place in her life? His head rang up with a thousand questions.

He knew that their love had caused only misery. Love which turned into a commitment to be separated every time when they met. Love which turned into distance eventhough they were close at heart.

Govind, who was the protector of the whole universe, even he knew about the complexity of their love. Their love which had always survived even in the toughest of circumstances. Even if they did not talk for years, their love for one another increased.

But all his heart wanted was her acceptance. It wanted her to accept his love amid this game of fate. He wanted the past to be past and a new foundation for their love in the present.

While Paarth's heart cried in the memory of his beloved, Panchi was sitting in the wonderfully decorated temple of Radha-Krishna in their house. She simply smiled at the beauty of the couple. They were an example of true love for lovers. Their love was so pure that it did not need physical presence of one another to be felt. In every second, Krishna approached a bit closer to Radha's soul while Radha, she was herself Krishna's. Radha and Krishna were meant to be together even if they were away from each other.

For Panchi, Paarth was her love. She could not deny the fact no matter how hard she tried. Her heart accepted the fact easily even if she never asked it to.

Every time she tried to tell her heart that he was the cause of all the pain she got, it would tell her that she still loved her. Why did she ever think that she did not love him? Was it love? How can she love someone who did not did not utter a word when she needed it? But, every time the warrior smiled at her, accepted his defeat in the game of love that they were playing and tried to make her smile, he won her heart again.

But, the play of fate had always given her endless pain along with unending love. If she got his love, she got mockery from the world. Even if she got his company, she got disrobed of her self-respect. Even if he loved her immensely, all she got was his silence when she needed his words. Why did this love exist?

She had to meet him at the terrace today and put an end to all answers and every question. Today, their love story would either start again or end forever. In this round of their love, even if she wins, she loses her love. And if she loses, she wins her love. In every sense thus, she loses.

Will her heart take the right decision?

TBC...😲

Credits for wonderful poem - Poorva22