He handed her the water bottle and she drank a few mouthfuls, spilling a good amount over her shirt. It was relaxing and cooled down her heated body up. She slumped against the cushions of his sofa and closed her eyes. She felt something in her hair and opened her eyes suddenly. It was him, stroking her hair. The tenderness in his eyes was scary and his touch was intoxicating. She looked away quietly as he drew back his hand and opened his mouth to say something but she beat him to it.
"Can you give me contact details of a good property dealer? I wish to dispose off my apartment and purchase a new one."
The abrupt change puzzled him nevertheless he nodded and left to get his diary. She hid her face in her palms, trying to frame a coherent line of thought. She knew she would be having a hard time, trying to express her feelings. And he, too, was a human being who required some kind of communication to understand and put things together. And as much as she tried, progressing from silently accepted attraction to a relationship was not something she really had strength for.
She had experienced pure joy with him. She had no words to explain the place he held in her life and the difference his presence made. All these years, he had been her savior. There was a phase in her life when her trust had been shattered. She knew love was not always strong enough to protect and comfort. More than often, it crumbled and gave up, leaving you alone. And now when she had realized that life was not a bed of roses, she would do anything to hold on to him.
Her expectations had been reduced to minimal after all the ordeals. And all she wanted was his company without any expectations. She could not bear to see them getting caught in the shackles of all the rules and society again.
Her logic defied all reason but she knew only one thing that if he failed her somehow, it would crush her beyond repair. Who would heal her up then?
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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