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Been too long, I hope aaj mujhe jootiyan nahi milengi😆😆😆
Here goes, even with sucky editing in scenes.
It wasn't supposed to go like this. She was just supposed to be his wife for a day, and on dadi's insistence, he had to continue with the post-wedding rituals. He was supposed to be by Tia's side. Then why did he find every opportunity to be with Her? Why did he constantly feel the need to bask in her attention, unable to look away whenever she walked toward or away from him?
Why did her gaze, filled with mild contempt, pain, and betrayal, haunt his nights and days? Why did her words feel like they just knew where to wound him fatally?
And yet, yet, he tried to be strong, a feat that was becoming difficult every day.
Before he could react to what was happening, he found himself walking towards her, allowing himself to feel nothing but care for her as she shivered with fever and nightmares; tenderly carried her to a bedroom they were NOT supposed to share at all according to him. And yet, here he was, making allowances because, because she needed him to be with her, because she was suffering, and in considerable trauma.
As he tried to walk away, she held on tight, uncaring of anything, and he, like the protector he always wanted to be, held on.
This woman, this strong, powerful, amazing woman, who used to respect him, had in a moment of weakness recognized the Shivaay she did not understand any longer; this woman, this woman in a moment of vulnerability reached out to him nonetheless, and held on tight, in the child-like faith she showed in people and the belief she held in second, third, chances.
And he, he became the man she wanted, needed him to be in that moment, a man who would move mountains and oceans to be with her, who would not let her get lost in the darkness that engulfed her life.
He became, in that moment, the Shivaay she could grow to love.
Alas, she did not remember him. How could he have been real?
How could she have someone apart from Sahil who held her tight when she needed them to?
And yet, his story made sense. Of course, the sheer idea that he'd pick her up and console her to sleep was unimaginable, completely ridiculous. Perhaps...perhaps it had been a dream, then.
That Shivaay did not exist.
This was a Shivaay who monopolized her attention despite all her angry words, who had an extremely strange way of showing care (for lack of a better, more hostile, crueller word), who did not want to be with her at all.
And yet, this was also the Shivaay who paused with each sneeze, feeling uncomfortable and angry with himself, and yet too lost in his way of life to accept anything he felt for her. And so, promise-bound, he sought to forget the promises he had made in front of his entire family, his business world, and the holy fire (in that order), while she, she stood there with a little vermillion drop in her hair parting, as they united in a mutual pact of silenced emotions, for as long as both live their pained, unplanned lives alone, lonely even in their togetherness.
Love
Geet
Bade Achche Lagte Hain Naya Season
Itti Si Khushi Sab TV
Cricket
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
