Mirror/Mirror#5 Raman (pg7) - Page 2

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She stood at the mirror fixing her hair. Absentmindedly, she moved her hand towards her hair spray. 'Uff' she had forgotten that she was not in her bathroom at the Bhallas.

Raman had been in the bathroom back at home. God knows what he was doing. He really did fancy himself as SRK. she had banged the door a few times but he had not answered. In exasperation she marched across the hallway to her parents home. She did not want to be late to the engagement.

As she gazed at herself in the mirror she found herself remembering how He had looked at her in that blue dress. That look in his eye- she had not seen that desire in his eyes before, she blushed at the thought. She was surprised that she still recognised that look. It had been so long. So long, since Subbu had left her.

At the thought of Subbu she felt that melancholy, a bitter sweet feeling when your first love comes to mind. It was true what they said: time does heal. Or heals what can be healed. There are some wounds that take more than just time to heal.

Betrayal - that's what she had felt and that's what she still grappled with.He had let go off her hand when she needed him most. Left her stranded and alone. Alone in that after all this time there were occasions when in a room full of people she felt so alone, so isolated. She had learned to hide it well. To wear a smile always even when inside she was breaking . She stopped for a moment. Why was she thinking of Subbu, and that for no reason. Well she knew the reason- it was husband. It's not that she wanted to compare the two but Subbu was all that she had known.However recently she had found herself wanting to spend as much time as possible with Raman. She wanted to talk to him, to know him. The true man that he was.

She was worried she was falling for him- slowly but surely his presence no longer irked her, his touch made her tremble- with desire. There had been occasions when she had kept her hand in his, even after Ruhi had slept. She knowingly did this and had hoped he hadn't noticed. Had he noticed he would have made some kind of witty remark surely. She thought back to how handsome he looked in his blue suit this morning, trying to do his tie without the use of a mirror.

She looked up to realise that her cheeks were glowing, she looked flush. She laughed, who needed blusher when the thought of their husband was more then enough to make your cheeks glow. But is it enough she said out aloud.For now it was but for how long would she be able to continue the facade of not feeling,not wanting him.

He had made it clear over and over that he didn't care, but his eyes and his actions conveyed something else she was convinced. She was aware that he was capable of love, boundless love but could ever feel for her she wondered out loud...

'Ishita open the door, are you ok' she was suddenly very aware of her surroundings. someone was banging on the door. It was him, she tried to compose herself and went to open the door...