The torment, the agony that welled up since last evening, steamed out through her heart. But then, for a moment- a fool that this heart is- it did miss a beat, at the first glimpse; Noble eyes, even from their unaware stance, have been issuing an inexorable pull- A need to trust and believe in them, ' indeed! Have I not perceived nobility of honour in them?! Deceptions?!'...And her slandered ego! 'He rejected, even before looking at me! I, daughter of renowned beauty Guniyal*, won't allow him the splendour."
Somehow welters of conflicting emotions were making her confused and lost.
But today it came confounding all his aims. At seeing Vidya uncle removing all commotion, affording them privacy, he had decided to post an apology at the outset, and then some plain talk.
As in first onset of monsoon back in India, the breeze came tiptoed, but soon turned in a thunderstorm that whacked him staggered. The blows came in whiplash, like that initial throw of her silky, raven black, thick braid from over her shoulder and a disdainful back, as if a whip was lashed across the space of Ethernet, right here on his face.
The charges were stinging. More so, for they carried a grain. Vidya Uncle's family did poise for a humiliation for no fault. A father's hopes would indeed be shattered. Nor is it correct on his part- his failure to convince his own dad and shift the onus on her. It does not seat well with his frame; Responsible and self reliant. But then she accuses him Coward, Shameless?? She dares him to face her father and apologise?!! So be it...