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Aadish pov
I had been relentlessly hunting for him, my team working tirelessly day and night for an entire month. Despite our best efforts, he remained elusive. However, in Canada, I held control over everything. One slip-up from Thakur, and he would finally be within my grasp.
After providing my team with the necessary instructions, I headed back to the mansion. Upon my arrival, Rudra and Om informed me that she had reached home safely. A wave of relief washed over me knowing she was secure, but the chase was far from over. Determination burned within me as I prepared for the next move, knowing it was only a matter of time before Thakur made a mistake.
Rudra and Om are like our kids, who are always in between us without marriage. Shadi ka to kuchh pata nahi (there's no certainty about marriage) lekin bachhe jarur paal rahe hain hum (but we are definitely raising kids).
I was in my room after having dinner, working on my laptop. When her photo appeared on my screen, I lost myself in just one glimpse of her. How can I explain to this girl that she is not just someone special to me in this world, but she is my whole world in her tiny miny self?
I love her passion for work. She was always busy working, asking questions, or finding out things she didn't know. Whether it was work or college stuff, she was always occupied. And when she folds her legs while working, she looks like such a cutie. Her presence has become my reason for living.
Today, what I did was something everyone would doubt. Even I wasn't sure if it was really me. Just saying a few words to express my feelings to her made me nervous, anxious, and what not.
And yesterday, I killed ten people without hesitation. In front of her, however, I behave like a mouse.
( And she is your cat) .
I said, while admiring my angel, "meri betu," .
"I was worried, what if she directly denied me to my face? What if she rejected me? agar sidha thapad maar deti to mai kaise jiyuga unke bina . [What if she slaps me straight in the face, how will I live without her?]
I thought to myself while remembering her face while I said to her that mujhe pasand hai vo . ( I like her )
Vo meri Andheri raato ki chandani hai ,vo meri amavasya ki roshani hai .(She is the moonlight of my dark nights, she is the brightness of my new moon nights.")
Kabhi kabhi lgta hai unse jyada mahobbat mujhe unke baalo se hogyi hai ... I thought remembering her tied hairs in bun . Unke baalo ko bndha dekh ye dil bechain ho jata hai jaise unhone apne jhulfo ko nhi balki mere dil ke jajbaato ko band rakha ho .
(Sometimes it feels like I've fallen in love more with her hair than with her herself... I remember her long, flowing hair. Seeing it tied up makes my heart restless, as if she hasn't restrained just her locks, but also the emotions of my heart.)
Na jane kya hai unke khayal lo meh . Jab dekhta hu to lgta hai vo bhi khi se dekh rahi ho mujhe . Aa jate hai aankho meh aansu mere jab vo aankhe churati hai mujse . (The thoughts of her, I don't know what they are. When I look, it feels like she's also watching me from somewhere. Tears come to my eyes when she steals glances from me.)
I said to myself while lost in her eyes in the picture.
Unki khamoshi mujhe uhh rash nhi aayi . Ek pal ko bhi dil ki baat dil meh rahe nahi payi .
Unke andaj se lgta hai vo janti hai mere dil ka haal . Mgr kya ye sach hai khamoshi meh izhar ye mohabbat karti hai hai vo baar baar .
Vo ruthi ruthi si lagti hai magar Mera gunha nhi btati hai . Aaj Jo labo ne sach kahe Diya hai . In kano ko bss unke ha ki talash hai .
(Her silence didn't sit well with me. Even for a moment, I couldn't keep the words of my heart within my heart.
From her demeanor, it seems she knows the state of my heart. But is it true that in silence, this love repeatedly expresses itself?
She seems somewhat upset, but doesn't reveal my fault. Today, these lips have spoken the truth. In these ears, there is only the search for her affirmation.)
I don't remember when thinking about her i slept.
Avantika's pov
As I came home from the office a few minutes ago, I changed my clothes and freshened up. Just as I was about to start making dinner for myself, Mr. R's words suddenly came rushing back to me.
"Kya karu mai, kya jawab du unhe. Galti meri hi hai sari," I muttered to myself as I sat down on my bed.( "What should I do, what should I say to him. It's all my fault.")
Maine hi apni duavo meh manga tha unhe. (I had prayed for them myself.)
Kash Maine papa ko na khoya hota khash maa ki aakhri nisani mere pass hoti, aaj mai khudko yuh tuta hua mahesus na karti. (If only I hadn't lost my father, if only I had my mother's last keepsake with me, today I wouldn't feel so broken.)
Unse nazre milane meh itna dard na hota mujhe. (It wouldn't hurt so much to look them in the eye.)
My tears started flowing from my eyes as I remembered everything that happened. The memories surged back, each one more vivid than the last, each one more painful. I could almost hear the voices, feel the emotions, see the scenes unfolding before me. The weight of it all was overwhelming, and I couldn't hold back the tears. They flowed freely, a silent testament to the pain and the sorrow that I had been carrying. Every tear seemed to hold a piece of the past, a fragment of a story that had left its mark on my soul.
Kaise nazre milati unse jinse paheli Nazar meh mohabbat kar baithi thi mai.
(How could I meet the eyes of the one I fell in love with at first sight?)
Mana mujhe aheshas na tha magar ab jb ho gya hai kiu ha kahene meh itni jhijak ho rahi hai mujhe.
(I admit I didn't realize it at first, but now that I do, why am I so hesitant to say it?)
Dard hota hai jb unki aankho meh apne liye sirf mohabbat dekhti hu. Vo intezaar dekhti hu ji na jane kb se kar rahe hai vo.
(It hurts when I see only love for me in their eyes. I see the waiting in their eyes, who knows since when they have been waiting.)
Dil Tut jata hai bhole unhe andr se tadapta dekh.
(My heart breaks seeing them suffering inside.)
Mai apni vajh se kbhi unhe taklif meh nhi dekh sakti.
(I can never see them in pain because of me.)
Unka yuh baar baar bhigi aankho se mujhe dekhna rula Raha hai mujhe.
(Their repeated gazes with tearful eyes are making me cry.)
Janti hu mai jab bhi pass hoti hu ya dur dundti hai unki nazre mujhe humesa, chati mai bhi hu unki aankho meh dub Jana. Magar darti hu sabki tarh kho na du unhe.
(I know that whenever I am near or far, their eyes always search for me. I too want to drown in their eyes. But I'm afraid I might lose them like everyone else.)
Unki yuh dard bhari tanhai, unki maujudgi tabha kar rahi hai mujhe.
(Their painful loneliness, their presence is destroying me.)
As I sit here, lost in thought, the memories of this past month flood my mind. Each moment replays like scenes from a film, vivid and detailed. I remember the laughter shared with friends, the quiet moments of reflection, and the challenges I faced. The highs and lows, the new experiences, and the lessons learned-all blend together, painting a complex picture of this month. Every day brought something unique, shaping me in subtle ways. Now, as I reflect, I see how these moments have woven together to form the tapestry of my recent past.
Ab ya to mai unke sath rahe sakti hu ya unke bina . (From my perspective, now it's either I can stay with them or without them.)
Jee payogi unke bina("Can you live without them?") my subconscious mocked.
Aankhe nam liye vo muje dekh raha tha , koi khabar Karo usse vo mera anjane meh Dil chir Raha tha .(With teary eyes, he was looking at me, someone inform him that my heart was unintentionally breaking.)
I don't remember when just thinking about them made me fall asleep.
Authors pov
In the stillness of midnight, the soft glow of the night lamp cast gentle shadows across the room where Revti Rajawat, mother to Aadish, walked restlessly. The dim light accentuated the worry etched on her face as she paced, her mind unable to find solace in sleep.
Ansh Rajawat, her husband, stirred awake at the sound of her footsteps. Concern immediately furrowed his brow as he saw her unrest. "Kya hua biwi?" (What happened, dear?) he asked with a mix of worry and reassurance in his voice, knowing well the depth of her emotions.
She approached him, sitting down by his side on the bed. Her presence brought a brief calmness to the room, yet the tension lingered palpably in the air. "Kuchh nahi bas Aadish ka soch ke nind nahi aa rahi Raja sa," (Nothing, just unable to sleep thinking about Aadish, Raja) she replied softly, her voice carrying the weight of a mother's concern.
Ansh, understanding and supportive, gently responded, "Aap kyun tension leti hai biwi ji, vo handle kar lenga sab kuchh." (Why are you taking tension, dear? He'll handle everything.) His words were a testament to his confidence in their ability to face any challenge together, yet also a tender acknowledgment of her maternal worries.
In the hushed intimacy of their midnight exchange, their love and mutual support shone brightly against the backdrop of uncertainty, affirming their bond as partners in navigating the intricacies of parenthood and life's unexpected moments.
"Baat woh nahi hai ji, aap to jaante hain na usse abhi kisi ko maarnay kaheenge to ek second bhi nahi sochega ye ladka, magar dil ki baat nahi kahi jaati isse," she replied, her understanding of her son's behavior evident.
["It's not about that, you know if you ask him to hurt someone right now, he wouldn't even think for a second, but he doesn't express his feelings," she replied, her understanding of her son's behavior evident.]
"Aapko kya lagta hai, hume kya aapse milne se pehle dil ki baat kehne aati thi," Ansh said. Revti turned towards him, studying his face, and he continued, "Aapke humare zindagi mein aane se humne ye seekha tha, aapke samne hum khuli kitaab ban gaye the. Woh aap thi jisne hume ye baatein sikhayi apne hi ek alag andaaz mein." Revti remained silent, listening to her husband.
["What do you think, did we know how to speak our heart before meeting you?" Ansh said. Revti turned towards him, studying his face, and he continued, "Your coming into our lives taught us this; in front of you, we became an open book. You were the one who taught us these things in your own unique way." Revti remained silent, listening to her husband.]
Realizing that if it's true, then it will never change, no matter how long you are together or how much time you spend together. It will always remain pure.
As midnight settled into a hushed tranquility, Ansh Rajawat's reassuring words cut through the tension that lingered in the air. "Aadi bhi Sikh jayenge usse vakt do biwi," [Aadi will also learn with time, my dear wife,] he spoke gently, his voice a comforting anchor amidst Revati's swirling thoughts. His assurance hinted at a confidence in their son Aadish's ability to learn and grow, a testament to the unwavering faith he held in their family's resilience.
Revati, momentarily brought back to reality by Ansh's words, adjusted her gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and lingering concern. "Ansh, aapko pata hai, usne aaj bas 'aap hume pasand hai' humari bahu ko keh diya," [Ansh, you know, today he just said 'I like you' to our daughter-in-law,] she confessed softly, her voice carrying a touch of embarrassment. "Matlab, aap hi bataiye, itna simple proposal, sharam aati mujhe. Meri bahu ke samne koi izzat nahi rakhi is ladke ne," [I mean, you tell me, such a simple proposal, I feel embarrassed. This boy didn't show any respect in front of my daughter-in-law,] she continued, her words pouring out as she grappled with the expectations she held for Aadish.
Ansh, understanding her maternal worries, gently covered her mouth to calm her anxious stream of thoughts. "Bass biwi, bass. Kitna tension loge jaan, humare bachhe hain vo, bhoolo mat biwi," [It's enough, my dear wife, it's enough. Why take so much tension? He is our child, don't forget that, my dear wife,] he reassured her tenderly. His words carried a deep sense of paternal protection, a shield against Revati's fears about Aadish's unconventional approach to love.
Their exchange unfolded in the intimate sanctuary of their bedroom, where worries and hopes intertwined seamlessly. "Unki lovestory simple nahi hogi," [Their love story won't be simple,] Ansh concluded softly, his gaze meeting Revati's with an unspoken understanding. In that moment, as they reassured each other with a shared embrace, Ansh gently guided Revati to rest, holding her close with a comforting embrace that spoke volumes of their enduring love and support for one another. Her head nestled in the crook of his neck, Revati found solace in the warmth of his presence, a beacon of strength amidst life's uncertainties.
After two minutes, she withdrew her head again, expressing her concern once more, "Mere bachho ko rota hua dekh sakti Ansh mai..." (Ansh, I can't bear to see our children crying...)
This time, Ansh responded with a gentle kiss on her forehead and soothing words, "Biwi, unki ladai ladne do unhe. Vo humare bache hain, jitna unke khoon mein hai, chahe fir vo mohabbat hi kyun na ho." (Wife, let them fight their own battles. They are our children, they have as much love in their blood, even if it's love for each other.)
Their bedroom remained cocooned in the tranquil embrace of the night as they eventually drifted off to sleep, still entwined in each other's arms. The warmth of their affection and the strength of their mutual understanding permeated the quiet air, a testament to the depth of their bond and their unwavering support for one another through life's challenges.
As the night wrapped them in its peaceful embrace, neither Revati nor Ansh could predict what the next morning would bring. They slept, intertwined in each other's arms, finding solace and strength in their love and unity. The future remained uncertain, yet their shared resolve to face whatever challenges lay ahead together echoed softly in the stillness of the night.
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