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Hello Shello lovelies ...
Pooru is back with a new story of subtle romance for Kashish ... who has become what she is supposed to be KHARA SONA' ... Happy Happy 1000+ Kash ... I sincerely wanted to say that CHANGED' is my most favorites but now it is one of my favorites after you have written PATI KA FARZ, PATNI KA HAQ' ... Many Many congratulations Drama Queen I LOBH YOU ... *Having my share of chocolates!* *Hugs*
So a small twist in the tale is that Ridhima and Gauri are sisters here and Mishti is Ridhima's five year old girl who has come to spend her holidays with her Ri Maasi. Another fact to be noted is that she is Kara's Girl Best Friend! ❤️
So enjoy ... Do hit the like button and let me know how you feel about it ... Do comment because yeh likhne mein bohot mehnat lagi hai ...
HAPPY RiKara READING!
HAAYE RAMA
"Kyon Aise Humme Sataane Lage
Mishti excitedly stepped inside the Oberoi Mansion dragging her Gauri Maasi along with her. The little girl was awestruck by the grandeur. The canopy of fairy lights and the various fragrant flowers. She knew such scenic beauty from all the fairy tales her Mother and Maasi tell her, A place where Cinderella danced with her Prince Charming. With a big gift box in her hand she ran towards Priyanka who was getting some pictures clicked for the paparazzi. Omkara called for his little Mish but the girl was rushing to meet Prinku.
Gauri was hesitant ... even the tinkling of her anklets was able to convey so ... yes, she is very happy for Priyanka today but gathering in big social circles always makes her nervous and in Oberoi Mansion the celebrations are always Over The Top ... totally OH-MY-MATA. She had many excuses to not attend the engagement ceremony but with that more important were the reasons to look beautiful for a certain Artistic Someone'.
She walked in looking for Omkara who was busy discussing some really really important things with a guest that he did not even spare a moment to look at Gauri ... not even a glance... not even once. She could feel how her chest heaved and lost heavy breathe ...she stood their ... fixated under a glamorous candle chandelier trying to look at Omkara looking away from him every other moment not realizing how some photographers were capturing her innocence and she is going to be the talk of the town tomorrow.
Omkara noticed Gauri trying to seek his attention and what he felt looking at her was identifiable relief and satisfaction. He knew she wanted to come and stand beside him but she won't tell ... he knew that she would want a picture of both of them together but she won't tell ... he knew that she wants him to talk to her but she won't tell ... he knew her. He knew everything.
A Saree. He had expected to see her in a maroon or burgundy Saree like everyone else was wearing. That was the theme and he knew Gauri would look beautiful in a Saree. Having not seen her in a Saree before ... he literally imagined too much but for today she had decided to invite his senses for yet another treat. She had made a beautiful lehenga choli of the Saree priyanka had asked her to wear. A gajra pinned in the bun of her hair, that diamond studded nosepin and the alta she was wearing in her feet made her look like his bride.
He always loved this creative side of Gauri ... for her things always have to be different, intricate and elegant but what he saw today was taking away life from him. The admirer in him was not getting the right words to go and let her know of what she meant to him right now and the man in him was trying to suppress the blazed flames of darker green in his chest seeing every other man who was staring and trying to share a moment with her. They smiled at her, complimented her and even photographed her ... there was an uncomfortable change in Omkara's breathing pattern ... why does she have to look so beautiful? ... what is the need of having such sweet voice? ... why is she so photogenic? He closed his eyes in disappointment, he had started thinking crazy again.
Gauri graced him with a shy look one last time as Anika had come to receive her with loud greetings and hugs ... gripping her hand to pull her along. Omkara noticed her pearl studded chand bali's now and even the bangles. She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her crme skin was looking more beautiful because of the heart she possessed on the inside. To be in her company was to feel that you too were someone, that you had been warmed in summer rays regardless of the season.
She called herself a country girl stuck amidst metropolitan buffoons ... Gauri was not like the other so-called beautiful girls who loved brands in everything from wardrobe to food and even water, but her large liquid brown eyes held such an intelligence and serenity that it was impossible for him not to be held prisoner into them Her every glance was a story and every blink a conversation. Her cheekbones weren't especially high and her nose was a little too long to be perfect, but there was undeniable symmetry to her features and perhaps that's what held him so captivated. She wore her long black hair in a braid each day, but in his mind it was long and fluid, lying gently over her shoulder bones, kissing her soft skin. It was all he could do not to stutter and blush when she looked at him demanding attention. He knew she had come to attend the function because of him otherwise she could have sent a gift and a letter like she always does to avoid such occasions ... She was wearing what she was wearing and she was looking what she was looking for him.
People say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but for Gauri that was true of everyone she met. Peoples eyes held her gaze for a split second longer than for others as their brains registered surprise. Strangers gazed at her when they thought she was unaware. Even the warmth and glow of the occasion favored her over the bride to be. At the party she was considered beautiful, appreciated for her fabric taste and discussed as a pretty woman without even trying.
Gauri walked away but Omkara saw his little thunder blunder walking to him in little steps trying to manage her lehenga.
"You want some? Mishti stood in front of Omkara offering him a big bowl of vanilla ice cream with brownies.
"Thank you Mish but you know right that I don't like sweets. Omkara said with cute blinks.
"But you like Mishti right? She asked with a tensed pout.
"Off course, I love Mishti who is looking so pretty just like her
Maasi. Omkara now noticed that the duo was twinning.
"You think Ri maasi is pretty? Mishti enquired.
"Yes ... I think she is very pretty. Omkara confessed in a daze.
"Then go and tell her then she will also tell you. Mishti was thoughtful.
"Tell me what Mish? Omkara was confused.
"You have to talk then she will tell you ... she likes you. Mishti declared her childish thought.
"How do you know? Omkara asked curiously.
"Mumma talks to her on Skype every night. Mishti told him.
So he is a part of some important sister talks!
"You marry her. Mishti proposed keeping away the bowl of melted ice cream.
"She wants to marry me? Omkara asked quite confident about the answer.
"I don't know. Mishti scratched her head.
"Ridhima wants me to marry her? Omkara was mentally preparing that he has to cancel his client meeting then take the chopper to Bareilly to meet Gauri's mother then fly back to Delhi to meet Ridhimma. Finally she had said that she likes him. Not to him but at least to her sister.
"You marry her ... She said to maa that she will be happy with you. Mishti insisted.
Kneeling down Omkara cupped her face to peck her forehead and then hold her in a bear hug. Mishti meant happiness for him.
"Don't tell her ... that Mish told you ... don't take my name ... but she likes you ... I am telling you because you are my bestie you understand? Mishti kept explaining him.
"Okie dokie princess... that's a MishKara secret ! They both blushed entwining their little fingers.
As his eyes followed her ... She was enjoying dance steps with many other ladies. She was doing Bhangra with Dadi and then a Ringa Ringa Roses with Saumya and then she even jumped with Anika. He was mesmerized because when Gauri flowed in dance it was as if it were the only way her body truly knew how to speak. Verbally she was guarded, physically she would shrink and fade into the background no matter where she was. She is a very reserved person but on the dance floor her personality, her sensuality burst through into the most vibrant picture of a beautiful soul. Omkara watched her move to the music filling the hall, crackling loud from the DJ player. For the most part that he forgot that he was not her only audience, watching her with those two dusty black eyes. As she turned her eyes caught him standing there, him less adept at hiding in the shadows than her. He dropped his eyes momentarily before looking, his head tilted to one side and a hopeful smile playing on his lips.
Gauri stopped for a while to sip some water and again their eyes met in a conversation of compliments, complaints and demands. There was attraction of heady trance that brings a butterfly to nectar. She is just the right blend of shy and sweet. Omkara was right too. Gauri, quite simply, is the kindest and most reliable person he has ever met. He does not want her to think that "reliable" means he does not love her with a fiery passion, because he does. "Reliable" is everything, for without it how can love flourish and grow? Reliability is the cornerstone of trust and he trusts her with his life. He wants her to bring her vision in his home and make the family complete and share her problems with him like he wants to share everything with her ... That she can only let him run his hands over her skin and own her in beautifully ruined ways... he wants her to be his wife, for he never was more calm, more whole, or more healthy than when she is by his side. To the respect, the trust and to his love he silently raised a toast of champagne to her ... her eyes still weaving some romantic tale when she gasped in astonishment... cutely smiled and nodded in acceptance.
"He had said once that his love wasn't like a new song which can come in and go out of fashion, but like opening a book and finding a language she had never seen before because more than any dedication of song she deserved poetry. He wants her to speak about her feelings, he wants to be sure that what he thinks about her and about their future is right. Living with her love is something beautiful; meeting her is like meeting an enigma. He does not know how her innocence exists in this mean world yet she does. So he wants to let her know that he will always love her in mind, body and soul. She is the trap he has been wanting to fall into his whole life; liberty from her would simply be an infinite . He is the softness she seeks in this harsh world and she is the cradle for his complicated head and heart."
She was busy arguing with the lazy service person to put some more spice in her Golgappa then he saw her trying to chew one whole potato and spice filled gol gappa in her mouth, there were actually two ... he noticed when he walked a little bit closer. Her nose and cheeks were red because of eating the chillies. Food and especially Pani Puri was something that he should have been insecure about because Gauri is a hardcore foodie. Sweets can be a tempting weak link in her nervous system and when she is hungry ... it gets really difficult to deal with her mood swings, she is prone to have a short term multiple personality disorder. Everything about food is love for her whether it be cooking or serving or feeding or eating. Even now she was continuously stuffing Gold gappas in her mouth and he did not get even an ounce of attention. He was busy chuckling when she was trying to wipe the dripped spiced water on her duppata ... she wanted to glare but just gave him a straight plain look ... he was such a cutie pie.
Then she was feeding Gol gappas to mishti and herself making so many child like faces but her eyes... Her eyes were a brilliant hazel. When she was jovial they were warm, lively, and sparkled with mirth. When she was downcast they seemed to grow dim and dark. The smooth black on the edge contrasted beautifully with the amber color in the middle, capturing the heart of any man who gazed at her.
He's not usually the kind of guy Gauri thought she could fantasize about. To begin with, he can come across that least interested human being who sits and scribbles on tissue papers in a party where everyone is howling and dancing. He likes to stay alone most of the time playing with chalk, wood, charcoal and paints ... Even when he is staying away from his family business ... he has too much of money but he has never cared about it. Calm on the exterior ... he can be a calamity if necessary... a rebel of true sorts. A man who liked to do things differently, A man who did not let anyone get close to him and the one who cared least about anything, even his own self ... someone distinct for the aristocratic class to relate to and understand... he was becoming someone similar to the consort of Gauri meditating in the Kailash.
Gauri watches him cross the crowded room, he hasn't caught her yet so she can gaze freely. The tiredness on his face is not particularly special looking, he has made no effort to look handsome for the party but he anyway does. His black kurta is going to be the end of her some day and so to her he stands out from the other party siders, all of them dodging each other to interact with the media while he just watched with a lazy smile. There's something about Omkara, a slight confidence that should be a little bit more and an inflated ego that should be a little bit less, that has her muddling, even her words and making her blush uncontrollably whenever he's around. He sees her through the crowd and smiles... their private kind of smile, making his way to spend time with Shivaay who was finally free from dealing with his business associates. The stark difference between both the brothers was visible. Shivaay was the elder one, keen and calculative whereas Omkara has always been a curious artist. The artist that never failed to intrigue her.
Gauri's aesthetic senses came alive; She was struck by the beauty of everything he does, whatever he touches in a world of Grey shades can become colorful, whatever he molds is craft and whatever he speaks is poetry, his writing always a story . His combination of shapes and colors pleasing to her eyes and all the words are calming that she has read. Such beauty, poetry defined in endless lines of his thoughts and expression of what his voice never revealed but his writings tantalized and teased.
She wants him to recreate beauty in her, she wants him to carve her each inch after studying and measuring her, he has traced and defined what her own thoughts saw fit to hide, she wants his paintings to became her, his voice and his writings to interpret her thoughts. She wants them to be together, she wants to become beautiful in his methods as he shall concentrate and give pleasure to her senses and exalt her mind and spirit with his talents. She wanted to be sketched, written, sculpted. Her beauty was deep, no surface living. It was easy to give herself like a beautiful ornament to the man who appreciated nothing less than the egregious charm that she thought was embedded within herself ... how... that he can explain to her in subtle romantic ways. She wanted to become his muse.
She loves him like he is the last of her kind. It is as if he speaks the same language as her, yet no other is able. To be around him is like finally not being alone - as if all her life, she has been isolated, in a windowless room, in a door less room... and then suddenly he walks in as if strolling over a spring meadow. How is that he is so much more than sunshine? How is it that he can breathe life when no other can? Why is it that he is her medicine? Who could love her more than him? So, her love has to know this - while she breathes she is his in mind, body and soul. In every vow, in every ritual.
Gauri clapped along the crowd as Priyanka and Ranveer exchanged rings. She was happy thinking that they will be a family now. Husband and wife and even Parents. The thought of babies reminded her that she herself wants babies, three of them ... Blushing like a beetroot she looked here and there looking at Shivaay and Anika who were trying to feed their little six month old baby girl, Rudra and Saumya who were posing and clicking selfies and Priyanka and Ranveer who stood embracing each other. All of them were so happy and looking at them had started to make her feel sad ... She thought she was standing alone when she heard his voice beside her ... Omkara was talking on the phone about some client meeting schedule. He did not notice but Gauri's eyes brimmed teary thinking and thanking about how he had stood beside her.
She looked up at Omkara. Really looked up at him as if just noticing him for the first time. She noticed the way his eyebrows raised a centimeter or two, lined with something between worry and concern and his eyes looking at his little sister, then his eyes twinkled in amusement as if he knew something she didn't. They glazed like honey and turned into million shades of gold as candles from the chandeliers reflected off them. His eyes were like melted chocolate. Warm and oh so addictive.
In this storm, in this wind that howls, he is her gentle center she appreciated standing in a room full of people. And so he came to rest at her and she did not even have to ask or say anything, he just understood. She can see the watchers that disapprove and the judgement they feel so entitled to seeing both of them together but he does not care. Neither he cares if they don't belong to a similar so-called social class nor it matters to him about what will people say. She wonders what they would have her do? If not let her stand with him. Lift the world in one arm? Push back the tide with only her mind? Because what they expect is equally impossible. Gauri and Omkara are meant to be. Every person needs a harbor, a secure attachment of love - for without one they are in such pain, so lost, shutting down. Then life becomes a torture they are expected to endure, surviving, not living. Were it not for him, her confidant, there would be no relief, no emotional morphine. He is her hero and her heroin. Of course she is addicted to him - but for every reason that is pure and right. He is safety and love, an anchor she holds onto, that she tethers herself to because she wants to. So for those watchers who have plenty, who have never felt the brutal sting of loneliness , the kind that shatters all emotional bonds ... who don't know the pain he has been through can take their opinions and bury them in tar. For "freedom" to make all new friends and family is just another choice. He has chosen her and she chooses him and they will be together for each other.
She knows that Omkara is a person with a treacherous past, he has committed mistakes and he has hurt himself but more important than his story was the moral for her. He is a wise man who has learnt his lessons the hard way. Still, he can be at fault and make some more mistakes and also hurt people close to him without realizing but he has enough guts to accept it.
Her friend , he could be synonymous to hell breaking lose, but he was always giving warmth, consistent love and patience, he always helped people like him. That is why She loved him so much, her nature trusted him before her mind could too. In time she knows that even she will heal her scars because his affection is real help. He irreverent, funny, real as hell and perfect with his idiosyncrasies. She is bound and free, flying and grounded, laughing and sober. Perhaps it is him that performs the miracles.
His eyes were the color of deep sienna, with a mischievous glint that seemed to reflect the corners of his mouth, which were fighting a smile. They were every shade of brown you could imagine, a raw umber and caramel mix, dotted with bits of dark chocolate. They glow with humor and playfulness that gives you shivers and wraps you in a warm embrace at the same time. Her serious observation instantly turned into a sad smiley when she saw him interacting with skimpily dressed women.
"Kara help!!!! His Mish yelled from a distance as he observed Gauri recklessly trying to make her scooty work.
"Go and sit in the car. He said in a responsibly authoritarian tone and Mish immediately obeyed but Gauri stood rooted.
"I can manage. She said without looking at him.
"Dear woman, that I am very well able to see ... I will get this fixed tomorrow morning ... let me drop you home. He said totally perplexed. What on earth was wrong with her?
"Nah Nah ... You go ... go and pout with Tia, go and hug Mallika, go and dance with Piya or go and spend time with Ragini ... you have better options Omkara Singh Oberoi ... don't bother about me. Will Gauri die without you? NO! She managed to blabber in a breathe and he closed his eyes hopelessly ... he should have guessed this was coming.
"I posed Tia-like for one picture or otherwise she would have clung with me throughout the party ... I don't think you would have liked it, I was congratulating Mallika because she is pregnant ... Good news isnt it?... About Piya, she is just one of those cheap seductresses twirling around me ... is it anything new? And I was just shutting up Ragini because she called you a villager ... now don't you expect me to keep quite when people talk rubbish about you! Gauri was not surprised because of his behaviour but hurt because she was wrong.
"Are you done or you want to blabber more? Omkara asked with a raised brow and her head was hung low.
"Let's go then. He said and started to walk away. He looked back to see Gauri making a balloon like face ... stretching her hand out for him to hold and he did ...
Fisting his door handle, Omkara glanced down at the tiny angel drooling on his leg and smiled. "Come on, you little piece of heaven, he whispered. He slipped his hands beneath Mishti''s fragile arms and draped her over his shoulder before easing out of the car. A smile nudged when her arms curled around his neck, and the scent of Ivory soap and bubble gum caused a sudden ache in his heart. He opened the door for Gauri and helped her out, and in the flash of a moment, longing invaded his chest. The touch of her hand, the weight of Mishti on his shoulder, and he almost felt whole again, as if he deserved the happiness of a good woman, one who would give him children to love.
"Thank you, Gauri whispered, reaching to take her little neice.
"No, he said, unable to resist burying his head in the little girl's sweet mass of curls. "I don't mind. Lump in his throat, he kissed Mishti's cheek and followed Gauri up the steps.
"I can't thank you enough for bringing us home, Gauri said, slipping her key in the door. She pushed it ajar, then turned and held her arms out for Mishti, her smile warm.
"You're a very lucky man, Omkara Singh Oberoi, to have the kind of family you do.
He paused, her statement taking him by surprise, as did the realization she was right, something he'd come to learn the hard way when his grand mother almost died due to a cardiac arrest. He'd taken his family for granted before that many a times because of his father... but never again.
Her smile tipped into a soft grin. "Or maybe blessed' would be a better word.
It was his turn to smile. "That's certainly what my brothers would say, especially Rudra. Come on, munchkin, he whispered in Mishti's ear, "time for bed." Gently dislodging her fingers, he leaned forward to pass her to Gauri.
"No ... she groaned, her sweet, little voice groggy with sleep as her arms inched back to his neck. "I don't want you to go ...
He paused, his head tucked against hers as emotion thickened his throat.
Gauri tugged at her niece. "Mishti, Omkara has to go home and we have to go to bed ...
"B-but will I see you a-again? she said with a whimper.
He swallowed hard. "Sure, kiddo, anytime you want. His gaze flicked to Gauri and back, and suddenly his hopes for distance seemed to be fading.
"We'll see, Gauri said, voice and hold adamant as she tried to pull Mishti away.
"Okie-dokie. Mishti loosened her grip, then patted a fat, little palm to his cheek. "You're itchy, she said with a giggle, then deposited a sweet, tiny kiss on his mouth. "G'night, Kara.
"G'night, Mish. He tapped her nose before Gauri managed to pry her away.
"Thanks again, Gauri said, inching through the door with Mishti in her arms.
"Wait! Aren't you going to kiss her too? Mishti spun around, eyes wide with the innocence of a little girl who had no earthly idea what she was asking him to do.
He blinked, noting the expanse of Gauri's eyes.
"Mishu, no she whispered, turning ten kinds of pale.
"His whiskers are wiggly maasi but don't you worry ... Mishti said confidently. He knew this secretive planning of Mish's mind. Please marry her...' Her voice resonated in his heart.
"Please? The little troublemaker stared at him with those wide eyes of an angel.
Heart thudding, he did the only thing he knew to dohe kissed Gauri right on the tip of her nose. Clearing his throat, he stepped back. "Well, good-night, ladies.
"Bye, Omkara said quickly with another clear of his throat. He chucked Mishti beneath her dimpled chin. "I suppose that's enough kisses for one night, wouldn't you say, kiddo?
"No! Mishti giggled with a thrust of her chin.
He hiked a brow. "You know what? You are going to be trouble when you grow up, little girl. Tapping a finger to her chin, he slid Gauri a smile and winked. "Just like your Ri maasi.
"I know. She looped an arm around Gauri with a pixie smile.
"Did I not kiss Gauri? Om asked his Mish half amused and half flattered.
"No, silly kiss her like hero kisses the heroine, Mishti said, "like this ... She demonstrated with a sweet little peck on her maasi's lips as if he were too stupid to understand, then tilted her head. "See? It's easy.
Too easy, he thought with a trip of his pulse. Way, way too easy ...
"Stop it, Mishti, Omkara doesn't want to
Gauri was gulping frenzy when suddenly her phone rang ... it was Ridhima video calling ...
"Mishu go talk to your mama ... show her your drawings ... go ... Mishti climbed down from Gauri's hold and ran inside to find her sketchbook. Without a word Gauri turned and closed her eyes in embarrassment.
"Sure I do, he whispered holding her wrist and making her turn in a quick tug, his words shocking him as much as Gauri. Gaze holding hers, he slowly leaned in, close enough to see the long sweep of her lashes, the pale gold in eyes so brown, he felt like he was in Oz, about to be granted a wish. He heard the soft hitch of her breath when she stopped breathing because it coincided with the halt of air in his own lungs. Cupping her face in his hand, his eyelids sheathed closed at the touch of her lipssoft, supple and just a hint of peppermint from the candy she'd offered him in the car. It was meant to be no more than a peck like Mishti had given her, but somehow his mouth wanted to linger and explore ... He stepped in close, body grazing hers, the thought of the little girl's mischief Gauri's lips curved beneath his.
Her gaze slid to the side. He pulled her against his chest again and his nose tickled her ear. She let out a tiny gasp and squirmed with surprise. Being so intimately handled was new to her. She felt his lips softly graze her slender neck. Her face heated. She summoned enough courage to meet his gaze. His hazel eyes twinkled. He knows! He's trying to make me feel like this. He is doing this on purpose.
"Gauri. Without another word, he loped to the car, his thoughts warm in the winter night. He slipped into the front seat with a faint smile and turned the ignition before shifting into gear with a tentative sigh. His gaze lighted on the passenger seat where Gauri had been and something emotional and deep and full of hope expanded in his chest till he thought he couldn't breathe. She will accept his marriage proposal'
Gauri''s eyes glowed as she caressed her own cheek. "Very wiggly, she whispered.
"You're a very lucky man, Omkara Singh Oberoi she had said. Indeed
Fingers clenched tight on the stick, he downshifted hard, all excitement encouraging the farther he rumbled away from her street. Exhaling slowly, his lips inched into a happy smile.
Sipping the third glass of iced water, he leaned against his bedpost murmuring something to himself and over thinking about what to tell her when he calls her ... with a blank mind he simply dialed her number.
"Hello Gauri was a little bit nervous after the romantic moment they had shared outside her home.
"Hey Omkara greeted with a genuine smile.
They both did not talk a punctuation ... Omkara kept playing with his cushion and Gauri felt her bed was soft and warm. Thinking about him, she could feel his arm draped over her, more comforting that any blanket she had ever lay under. She was perfumed by his musky scent because of being so close to him... as was her night dress now and her hair smelt like his breathe and here when she was trying to sleep feeling his breathing patterns over a distanced phone call his smell makes her feel safe and contended and happy.
She started thinking what could happen if he lay beside her or she lay beside him. Gauri could run her hand on his back, the tiny whisks of hair of his body would tickle the tips of his fingers. She could feel the ripples of his muscle, the column of his spine. She will learn about his skin .. Is it rough as much as it is tanned and clean. She could feel his breathe maybe on her skin and talk about particularly nothing, sweet nothings. His hair had grown so long now; a thick, black, well maintained mane. She could clutch it in her hands and wanted to feel the salt from the sea, scratching at her fingers. Long and lank and greasy, but he suited it. They way it framed his eyes, and his now sharper jawline, made she could lust for him more than she could express.
It was only his eyes that remained unchanged to her in her irrational thoughts about him, colored a hue of amber that was colder than the winter sky, yet she found warmth when she looked deep into them. In his eyes, she saw her reflection. It was her who had changed. Not on the outside, but the inside. She had become jealous of anyone who had embraced him and bitter towards anyone who laughed with him.
As she looked upon herself, in his perfect brown eyes glistening with love for her, she knew this was real. It must be a dream now but for real, she told herself, but one she did not wish to wake from. Gauri wanted to stay with him forever. She could not breathe away syncing into his calm baritone of speaking nothing, but more than that she did not want to. She wanted those eyes to be the last thing she ever saw.
I love you, she wanted to scream. I love you more than you know. I need you and I love you. Please, come back to me. What use would screaming be, she asked herself. He is only a figment of my desire; a handsome but distanced desire. Can he just realize with the way she is breathing, but she needs him to hear her. "I love you, she blurted as she twisted the bedsheet in her hand.
"I love you too Maasi Mishti yawned caressing her cheek.
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