"The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye."
Charlotte Bront, Jane Eyre
She looked at him and the world around her stopped. She forgot everything else now it was just him and her. Their powerful gaze was trying to gauge the other person's feelings. Eyes are often called windows to the soul and Swara had always been good at reading his eyes.
"Tum kuch kehaty nahi ho tumhari ankhay dekh kar samaj jati hun"
She once told him. He had just saved her from the goons. The anger in his eyes when he saw her wound surprised her. She thought he would be happy since she was in pain but Sansakr was furious. He looked at her trying to check for another injury. He sighed internally noticing that only her hand was hurt. How dare they hurt her? His Swara no one had the right to harm her. He would fight tooth and nail for her. His love and concern for her was so intense that his mask of indifference slipped. She was shocked to see love and adoration in his eyes for her but at the same time they conveyed immense pain. They mocked her for leaving him. They told her that no matter what this person right in front of her would never stop loving her. He could say that he hates her but the truth was he could never hate her. Her eyes showed surprise and resentment. In a way she was grateful that he still loved her but was guilty of leaving him. The person who would always be there for her. They held each other's gaze for eternity lamenting the distance between them. They wished they could just embrace each other. If they looked at each other longer they would forget why they were here in the first place. Laksh was still missing it was time they looked away.
"We're just looking and looking at each other. And I can feel something new between us, something even more intimate than anything we've done. Eye to eye. It's the most powerful connection in the world."
Sophie Kinsella
A/N: Minishot based on today's scene. I just had to write something