His Shy White Rose

I know this post is a week late, but I got lost somewhere between Geet's Three words and Maan's furious pain and the rose lingered behind......


There she was – behind the curtains, hiding herself - from his eyes, from her own; eyes downcast, profile averted, trying to shy away from what she had done – for him.

Earlier, he had found her in his office, apparently preparing herself to declare her love for him and had hurriedly stopped her- wanting to hear those all important words, but only after he had arranged to make that moment special; and here she was – already having done that for him.

When the D'mellos had invited them to their vow renewal, asking Geet to be the bridesmaid, he had not thought about what it would entail for Geet and looking at her now, he felt he should have realized sooner.

He had come in here expecting to find Geet- not, this shy girl - who stood there concealing herself and yet, brave enough to have done this. He had been astounded at first, shocked even, when he had first seen her in that short white dress; but then, realization had struck; she had done this out of love - her unspoken yet gloriously displayed love – for him. Her actions betraying it in her innocence; her willingness to put herself through this, saying it to him louder than her words ever could.

An overwhelming tenderness toward her had overcome him then; pride in her taking over – making him feel exulted; his love for her overflowing its confines, drawing him to her, irresistibly.

She had looked away from him, embarrassed to have been found like this; her downcast eyes letting him know of her unease at his nearness, making him pause just outside the billowing curtains where she stood. He knew, he was the only one who could give her the reassurance she needed, the only one who could ease her discomfort.

It was only, when he had convinced her, that he understood and appreciated what she had done; let her know that he admired her uniqueness, her stubborn individuality in a sea of conformity; that she had raised her eyes to him; relaxing, letting go, uncrossing her arms - almost as if unshielding herself.

Only when he was sure that she believed him, trusted the truth shining in his eyes; had he stepped beyond the wispy barrier, to stand near her, to tell her what was in his heart – her beauty needed no adornments, her innocence, her simplicity its essence and he would never have her change; for, she was perfect for him just the way she was – "tum jaisi ho, waisi hi achhi ho!"- his shy, white rose.

Very good, 👏👏👏.........a welcome relief from the recent nastiness....

Originally posted by: maanmeet1

wow.........krihaan u r such an amazing writer..........shy white rose.........wow........every sentence of urs is full of der love and admiration for each other........

one is trying to show her love by any means she can and he is trying to ease her discomfort by saying she is perfect d way she is and he likes her dat way only........

he culdnt take his eye off her bt den realized dat she is nt comfortable....he apart frm loving her he respects her too.......so he looked away......

der relation is so pious and pure..........love it......

Originally posted by: bahane

thank you
it was really beautiful and even just your title is same as poem for me
best wishes

Originally posted by: jazzerette

beautifully written n expressed...