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Chapter 1:The Memories...
And so, here she was, on the morning that the guests were to arrive, drinking her fifth fortifying cup of straight black coffee. She looked up as a thundering noise on the stairs indicated that her brother had come down. She smiled at him. "Ready to go, Parth?" she asked with false cheer, hoping he didn't notice her bloodshot eyes or shaking hands.Parth regarded his sister for a moment, taking in the lack hue of her beautiful black hair, the redness of her usually bright sapphire emerald eyes. She'd lost the plumpness he remembered she'd had at her vulnerable age of nineteen, and while her new slenderness undoubtedly suited her, she looked small and fragile, and ever so vulnerable. He felt a stab of rage at the man who'd left her at the altar, humiliated her, and broken her heart in front of the world, but shrugged it quickly when he saw how weary his sister was. It would not do to cause a scene and damage her name further in any scandal - she would not be able to bear it. He forced a smile onto his face. "Shall we use my car or yours?"
They were all here, she thought, and wanted to cry. Every single one of them who had been at her wedding, who had watched her wait, and wait in vain, and then cry, and flee from the church once she had finally accepted that Rehan was simply not going to come. And then they had all subsequently gone to Rehan's wedding, to watch him marry his chosen bride, the woman he loved, the woman he had always loved, and who had not been her.
She had wondered, sometimes, if Rehan had ever felt any love, any tenderness for her at all. She had wondered during her engagement to him, and she had wondered after it had been broken. There had been times, when they were alone, and he had shown such love, such affection, she could have been in no doubt of his feelings. And yet, almost as soon as he saw her again, the next day or so, he would be like a polite stranger once again, dutiful, courteous, but distant. She had never understood it...even after the truth had come out and he had revealed his pining for Ishika, his childhood sweetheart.
"Sanyukta." For a moment, she thought it was Rehan coming towards her, and wanted to run. But then she realised that the hair was wrong, the expression was wrong, even the stance was wrong. It wasn't Rehan- it was Randhir his twin. Randhir, with the same sculpted body, the same wide, broad chest and expansive shoulders and rippling arms. She smiled faintly. Randhir. She'd never liked him, and was quite certain her sentiments were returned, yet he had been strangely, her only support throughout her engagement with Rehan - he'd been the one ally she had seemed to have within the walls of the wealthy, cold, and hauty Shekhawat family. The lesser of two evils, so to speak. The Shekhawats had all hated her - but he'd hated her the least. He'd cut his hair short sometime in the duration that she had not seen him - Rehan wore his dark locks fashionably long and tied back in a que. Randhir had lopped them off, and brushed them back of his forehead. His hooded, glittering black eyes were laughing mockingly as ever, the sensuous curve of his lips as sardonic as she remembered. His face was his brother's, and yet it was not.
It was not just the superficial differences, but those engraved onto the planes of his face. Rehan had always been sober, pleasant, dutiful. Randhir, the older of the two was wry, cynical, always slightly mocking and had a touch of arrogance. Both were charming. Both were wealthy. But both were so very different.
"It has been a while." His voice was distant, cultured, with a touch of arrogance.
She nodded. "It has. Are you well?"
"I am very well. And you?" he regarded her new slenderness with a frown. "You have lost weight, I see."
S:And I'm glad of it (She joked)
"I am not," he said abruptly. "You were perfect the way you were."
There was an awkward silence for a moment, and then Rehan strode into the room, Ishika on his arm, and announced that lunch was ready.
After lunch, Sanyukta found her way out to the old river, where she and Rehan had used to sit, talk, and kiss sometimes. She sat for a while, lost in memories, and realised all of a sudden that while she was sad, and certainly mourned the days she had lost following a pointless dream, she was no longer bitter about Rehan's betrayal. In a way, the only reason she had felt so hurt was that he could have been so careless as to humiliate her in front of so many. She knew that if she had married him, she would not have been able to love him for the rest of her life. It was that simple - she had been in love with him for a short time, perhaps, but she would not have been able to love him for life. If she were, she would still assuredly be in love with him, and she was not. No, she was most definitely not.
She consigned her love, and her hurt, to the past. It had happened. It was over. She was still alive. She would heal, completely, given time, and one day she would love again. There was no use fighting against what had happened. Better to accept it with good grace...and save her pride, in the meantime. It would always hurt, perhaps, but it did not hurt quite so much any longer.
"A penny for your thoughts?" a deep, masculine voice interrupted them.
Sanyukta laughed. It was a strangely light, relieved sound. She felt no shyness at all towards him, strangely enough. "It will cost you a million pennies for these thoughts," she remarked.
Randhir(smiled):Itne deep thoughts hain???
S:Haan...itne deep... jitne ki tum soch bhi nahi sakte.
R:Again?? Tum bore nahi hoti kya????
"Never," Sanyukta smiled back at him. "Koi bore kaise ho sakta hai???? It is a concept as such that the human mind can never grasp. It makes one's mind want to fold in on itself, simply trying to understand."
R:That's what makes it so tiring," he said wryly. "One becomes weary of one's mind being folded in on itself over time. Coming back to normal seems getting difficult."
Sanyukta laughed, and Randhir stared at her for a minute, transfixed by the light in her eyes, the lushness of her parted lips. He had never seen her so carefree, so happy. Her only warning was the strange gleam in his glittering eyes before he kissed her.
His mouth was pressed, hard, against her own. Startled into immobility, and more than a little fascinated, she stilled. His tongue slipped out from between his lips, and slowly, licked over hers, finally slipping into her mouth. Her mouth opened, and he slid inside more, tasting her. His tongue curled around hers, stroking it, until he had tempted her inside his mouth, where he trapped it, and sucked it lazily.
She gasped, pulled away. There was something curiously familiar about his kisses - no, terrifyingly so.
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Edited by natureloverr - 9 years ago
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