A FF by me after ages 😛 So this is my idea of what happens if Yuvi finally realizes his love & the wedding with Rohan is called off...Hope you guys enjoy this one 😉
Suhani's POV:
The wedding was off. Rohan was gone. I was still at home. I didn't plan on ever going back. Yuvraj had gone back home as well. I wasn't taking his calls. A week had passed since Rohan left. I knew he wasn't perfect and I knew he'd played some games, but having those revealed was all Yuvraj's work. The credit belonged to him. Mummy and Papa felt embarrassed that their judgement of Rohan was so wrong. I told them to forget it. They asked me if I wanted to go back to my sasural, I said no. They asked me if I wanted a divorce, I had no answers. I just wanted freedom. I wanted to stop thinking and feeling. I wanted to be given a break. I wished to stop being questioned all together.
Bhavna Di had a baby boy and after giving birth, she went back home. I visited her every now and then to play with my nephew. Otherwise, I went nowhere and met nobody. I didn't know what to do or where to go from here. I kept my phone off permanently. Each time I turned it back on, I had a dozens of missed calls from Yuvraj. He never messaged me, he only called. On this particular morning, when I turned it on, there was a message from him but no missed calls. I was surprised. He changed strategy. He figured out that I wouldn't take his calls at any cost. I opened his message and read it.
"Can we meet, please?" That's all it said. He didn't explain why he wanted to meet but somehow seeing a message instead of his missed calls made me think about answering him. I could almost picture him asking me this. As I read his message, I could hear his voice in my head mouthing these words.
"Why do I love you so much, Yuvraj?" I asked myself. I had ignored his calls for a week, though it hurt. Why couldn't I ignore his message too? Why did I love him so much? Why couldn't I forget him? Was I cursed to be stuck on him for life regardless of whether he wanted me or not? I sighed.
"Why?" I answered him. To my surprise, he answered back immediately. Was he waiting for my reply so eagerly?
"Give me one more chance." It said.
"For what?" I replied.
"I can't tell you that in a message. Please try to understand..." He replied back.
"When do you want to meet?" I sent him the message and threw my phone across the room. It hit the wall and fell apart. Bad move. My phone was broken. I tried putting it together again but it wasn't turning on. It needed to be repaired or replaced. I threw it in frustration and now I wouldn't know what he replied. I sat and cried. I was confused and in love. I missed him terribly but I needed an exit. I needed an escape from everything. I didn't know that I'd find my escape through the cause of all my pain. Could he really be my love, the cause of my pain, and the cure to what ailed me wrapped up in one? It was around 7pm when my phone broke and at around 9pm, my doorbell rang and I opened it. No one was at home at that time. Mummy and Papa had gone to Bhavna's place. I didn't go because I'd just returned from there. I answered the door, and there he was. He looked breathless. I stared at him for a good minute before I opened my mouth. He stared back. He looked worried.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"I should be asking you that. When you didn't reply back, I got so worried." He said. He exhaled.
"My phone broke..." I said.
"What? How? You were just using it...how could it break?" He asked.
"Don't ask..." I said. He was standing in the doorway so I stepped aside and told him to come inside. He declined.
"No, I wanted to take you out...for dinner..." He said. The way he asked me was the surprising part. His manner seemed changed. He seemed unsure, cautious, and conscious. I was puzzled.
"Uh, I ate already..." I said. I was being honest. I couldn't believe that he wasn't angry at me. What was wrong with him? This was Yuvraj Birla, whose anger could move mountains. I hadn't answered his calls for a week and he was worried why I didn't reply his message? What was happening?
"Well, then maybe we could go out for ice cream or something?" He asked. He rubbed the back of his head. Why was he so nervous?
"Yuvraj, are you sure that you're alright?" I was truly concerned now. He nodded. "I'm great."
I nodded. Well, he was at my door, and something seemed to be the matter with him, so I couldn't refuse him because there was the whole matter of me being madly in love with him so I couldn't just let the person I loved stand in my doorway. I asked him to wait in the car. I changed and met him there. It was a very strange feeling being alone with him again. There was no one at my house. I locked the door and I saw Yuvraj beside his car, with the door held open for me.
"Thanks..." I said. I got in. He did as well.
Yuvraj's POV:
There was an awkward silence, which I didn't know how to fill up. I was so excited that she had agreed to go out with me, that I didn't even bother asking her why she couldn't answer my call even once over the past seven days. All my anger dissipated the moment I laid my eyes on her. I drove here thinking I would lecture her about ignoring my calls. I would release my anger on her instead of random objects around my, correction, around OUR room.
But I was wrong. I kept trying to look at her from the corner of my eye. She was looking out the window. The sindhoor and mangalsutra were still there. I was relieved. The entire week where she didn't answer my calls, I was sure that she had taken them off. I was so wrong and so glad to be wrong. I decided that it was better not to ask her any questions. I was nervous and maybe her answer would make me even more nervous.
We ate ice cream in silence as well. It was becoming ridiculous at this point. I decided to start a conversation.
"Um, you were alone...I mean, no one's home?"
"No. Mummy and Papa are at Bhavna's place. They'll come home tomorrow."
I nodded. I wanted to ask her if she felt alright being home alone. I knew she knew everyone around the neighborhood but imagining her being all alone in her house worried me.
"How's Maa?" She asked.
"She's fine, she misses you..." I said. Then I watched her expressions. She looked down at her hands, not expecting anything further from me. "I miss you too..." I said. It came out a bit softer than I'd intended. My nervousness made it sound very close to being a whisper. Luckily, we were sitting across from each other and there wasn't much noise to drown either of us out. She heard me loud and clear despite my low tone.
She looked up for a second and looked back down. I couldn't read her expression. She didn't say anything. It was a huge relief to me that we'd had a conversation and an even bigger relief that I had managed to actually share my feelings with her. I paid for the ice cream and we left. I drove her back home. I felt so nervous being alone with her. Once again, there was silence. When I stopped the car outside her house, she waited a few moments before leaving. I wondered if she expected me to say something. I did want to say something. I wanted to tell her that I loved her. I wanted to tell her that I had finally realized how deeply in love I was with her and that I now wanted her back home WITH ME, where she belonged. I wanted her to take her rightful position beside me, so we could start our life together, at last, which had been postponed for a year due to me and only me.
But I couldn't, because I was a coward, and I couldn't, because I had messed up so badly. I had a lot of mending to do. I needed to convince her that I was worthy of being trusted again, that I could give her a household where she would be loved and respected and not plotted against mercilessly, viciously. Since I couldn't say all that, I decided to ask her something.
"Suhani, may I ask you something?"
She looked at me and nodded.
"Is it ok with you if I...if we, I mean..." I paused. I was nervous. I couldn't even look her in the eye properly. My heart was beating fast. My palms were sweaty. MY throat was dry. "Will you go out with me tomorrow, for dinner?" I asked. I looked away from her and stared at the steering wheel and waited for her reply. If she refused, I didn't know what I would do.
She took a few moments to answer me. "What time?" She asked. I looked at her and tried to suppress my smile. That was me; I just couldn't openly show my feelings.
"Um, 8..." I said. She nodded. She didn't look directly at me. "I'll see you tomorrow." She said. She left and I watched her go. I finally smiled.
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