The scene continues after she cradles his head close to her and tries to soothe him while engulfing him in an assuring embrace.
Tears flowing through his eyes are like deep shards that pierce her heart , for it took a while for her to see that even her *kroor singh* wanted to be with her and is torn between his role of a man who has to choose between a love which lived its tale and a love which has now blossomed.
She held him close , yet he did not respond. He was hurt beyond measure due to her actions of trying to push him away..how could he let go of someone who not only taught him to live but became his lifeline.
Purvi: Hume maaf kardijiye mukhiji..Hum yahi hai , aapke paas aur yahi rahenge. Ab aap shaant hojiaye plij..
Virendra: (stares ahead of himself , unsure if his voice is willing to support the words which arw stuck at the tip of his tongue..all he wished for is complete assurance and comfort for now.)
Purvi:(she took a mental note of his absent mindedness and understood his dilemma. She decided to be his shade today , to protect him from all and to tend to him and make him feel loved and heard ).
She slowly caressed his face , and moved her fingers towards his hair. She moved them freely through his hair , her hands moving in a trance as if she has repeated it over a hundred times in her dream enough to do it with such ease at present.
She slowly stood up , and his gaze instantly went up to search for hers , afraid if she had a change of heart. She smiled half -assuringly teary eyed at this vulnerable and tired version of her kroor singh , and gently wiped the tear drops as she glided her fingers on his cheeks and gradually lifted his up enough to make him stare back at her questioningly. Only to lean in and give him an assuring warm peck on his forehead.
This peck was unlike the rest , filled with so much love and warmth , a feeling of safety enveloped his heart. His baawri was here to stay , and not just now , but forever.
She decided it was time for him to get some rest so she tried moving towards the door with an intention of closing it for privacy and for the fear of anyone else stepping in their room.
He grasped yer wrist firmly while his eyes begged her to not leave..
She smiled and said : Mukhi ji hum sirf wo darwaza band karke aate hai , agar koi agaya toh?
He did not say a word but simply nodded and ket go looking lost.
She went back to him , positioned herself on the bed and motioned him to come to her and lay his head on her lap.
He complied.
She started running her hand through his tresses observing his breathing which was now slowly getting shallow , and his posture which wasn't so rigid anymore.
A part of her wanted him to speak to her , but she held back all her desires as for now all she could keep her focus was on the man who laid bair and devoid of any armours , tired and defeated in search of love which provides him safety , comfort, assurance and warmth.
She realized it was fruitless trying to get him to sleep this way so she asked him to move aside for a second and did not miss the look of apprehension he had in his eyes which he later concealed.
She laid back on the bed herself adjusted the pillows and cushions and motioned him with her arms , he took no time to accept her offer and there they were a beautiful entangled mess on the bed..
Nothing bothered them , the birds chirping , the kids voices , the weather. For now , all they had was each other.He lay burying his head in her bossom , eyes still dropping a dew tears , arms tightly wrapped across her waist. Her one hand found its way to his head , running her fingers in her hair to soothe him while the other was on his back. Holding him equally firm.
They slept off for a while , in peace. Peace which was absent for a few days after that incident.
Purvi was the first one to wakeup.
She gently nudged at him to wakeup since if they donot go outside soon, it will be known easily that both of them have gone somewhere which would be dangerous.
Purvi: mukhiji chaliye uthjaiye na , ab agar anjali bhabhi ya kisi aur ne hume is kamre me dekhkiye ek sath toh dikkat hojayegi.
Virendra: manne koi farak na padta.
Purvi knew it was useless fighting with her adorable yet grumpy mr.kroor singh.
She gently started trailing slow kissings from his forehead to the rest of his face , tracing her fingertips over his jawline , and watching him give her a sly smile even with his eyes closed
They both were enjoying a warm eye-lock , until his phone started ringing. They both had to come back to reality.
Him: Ib iske karan tanne chodra hu ..ib agli baar manne isse zyada pyaar chahiye , (refering to their almost kiss)
She almost blushed at his response but hid it well and replied ,
" pehle jaiye aur haweli se itne wakt gayab hone ki wajah bataiye ,
Moving closer to him she went close to his ear , almost touching his earlobe with her lips when he shuddered.
She smiled like a cat who got her favourite toy , and gently pecked him on the cheek , saying abhi ke liye itna hi."
He walked out , but as a completely different man. A man who had the assurance of his love , a man that knew he has just expressed every bit of his existance and crumbled before a woman none other than his bawri could have handled him the way she did. So tender , so gentle , so nourishing yet full of love. However , a part of his conscience strongly rebuked him for his lack of direction and his actions which are causing her pain. He decided he had to find a way out of this since he canmot keep shuffling between a world of fallacies and a world of truth each day while causing suffering to all of them together.
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