DIL DARD DHUAN
She loved the rain; watching the sky pour, giving life to the trees. It gave her a certain calmness, the feeling that somebody understood her, that it was not only her heart crying, but the skies were too. The pitter patter against the roof blocked all other sounds except the song of the rain. It made her want to dance whether she was happy or sad, and she always did during the first monsoon of the season.
She loved the rain even more because she could cry and nobody would bat an eye lid. She loved the feeling as it soaked her, cooling her body and her heart in the process which was burning due to all the pain and guilt that she had because of the way she was treating the one other person who mattered the most to her; her love, her life, Shravan.
She pulled her knees closer to her body due to the cold, she was shivering, her body was drenched and the tears from her eyes mixed with the rain. It had been pouring the whole day, it seemed like the skies too understood her pain as they cried too. She was sitting in the rain, on the bench of the park she and Shravan would always visit. A small smile appeared on her face as she recalled the good old days. With them, she also remembered all the bad times, the latest being the incident that occurred earlier in the day.
A chill ran down her spine, which had nothing to do with the weather, but the look Shravan had given her when he came to her PCT in the afternoon. His eyes were cold and his voice full of anger, she had never seen him that way. He had broken off all ties with her. How did she end up pushing him away? He was the only one she loved with all her heart, ever since they were young. She had realised it too late even then, his absence had made her heart grow fonder.
Ever since he returned from London, after their initial problems, she had tried not repeating her mistakes but try as much as she did, she ended up doing the same thing, take him for granted. She knew how many problems her don't care attitude brought in her relationship with Shravan. Too many things were happening at one go and she did not know how to deal with them.
Preeti and Pushkar's upcoming wedding and with that Ramnath uncle's threat loomed over her head like a sword, her PCT had to be moved again as it was not working out from Tiwari Killa, her Nanu hadn't been keeping well and because she did not know how to deal with all this, she was lashing out on the only person who raised a helping hand towards her and refused to take his help because she did not want to feel indebted towards him, she did not want to miss him when she needs him the most and he isn't around , like it had happened when he left the previous time.
"I am sorry Shravan," she whispered to herself. She realised today how much her actions were hurting him. Not taking his help despite him asking her a few times but taking Aditya's "help" really hurt him. She wanted to clarify things but he had walked away.
It was now dark in the park, but Suman did not feel like leaving it. There was something about the park that was soothing her. Suman decided to walk in the rain, spreading her arms, momentarily forgetting all the problems in her life and just enjoying the nature.
It was while she was walking when she suddenly noticed a figure against the railing of a small sort of bridge of the park. A silhouette she would recognize anywhere. His back was facing her and tears welled up in her eyes again as well as a small smile, no wonder she felt soothed.
"Shravan," she whispered and turns to leave after a moment, recalling the incident that happened earlier in the day.
"Sumo," he called out involuntarily as he turned and saw her figure turning away. He had been at the park since he had left PCT, breaking all ties with Sumo. He felt angry, deceived and he was heartbroken, his Sumo chose somebody else over him. Breaking all ties with her, broke him and so he came to the park they used to come to when they were younger; to remember the good times, the times when he fell in love with his best friend and to calm his heart; to seek solace in nature as he used to when he used to run away from the problems at home, from his parents constant fights.
He could see her soaked to the skin, yet he could distinguish the tears from the rain. She had cried. He wondered why, since he did not matter to her, why would it make a difference to her? He groaned. She was confusing him. Again. Why? And why was he letting her over power his emotions? Why did he want to engulf her in his arms and take all her grief away? Why could he not see her crying despite everything she had done to him? In that moment, Shravan Malhotra realised how deep in love he was with the woman in front of him. His heart would always beat for her, regardless of whatever she would do.
As she looked at him, she did not see her smart best friend; all she saw was a broken man. He was soaked, his shoulders slouched, he no longer looked tall and intimidating. She looked at him, various emotions in her eyes; grief, regret and love above all. And she saw pain, betrayal and love reflecting back.
The emotions in his eyes gave her the courage she needed and she took a step forward in his direction. Her resolve was clear, she was going to win him back.
Below is my reply to my secret admirer😳
To my secret admirer (I know who you are😉),
You are a sweetheart. Your words mean a lot. I will very soon reply to your message😳
Much love,
Miss Dil Dard Dhuan (And now you know me😳)
Thank you for all the love peeps!!! Reshma, Sanjh, Arpi1234, Mayuri and Zoya🤗 And the rest who managed to get through it😉😆🤗
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