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Video Attached: 'Tum ko paa hi liya' from Rockstar. Well, I have mentioned the male version of 'Tum ho paas mere' in this chapter, but this is my favorite song ever. Every time I am on the verge of crying after hearing this song (Literally! My mother is proof here.)
After a few months...
It wasn't easy for him to not glance at her when she was with him there, sitting in the back seat.
He hadn't got it, it was beyond his intelligence when she had again ignored to sit next to him. Just a glare from her had been enough to make amends. It was a gesture of patience and understanding, as he quietly closed the door and settled into the front seat.
It was official now.
They were engaged, after all the pleading, convincing, and threats; after all the fighting and melodramas; after all the hate and love, they were finally together. After ten months, she was his to tell to the world, to scream to everyone. Oh, how he wanted to scream to the world though, wasn't he the luckiest man in the world?
It hadn't been easy for him, to tell his father about his lovely lady, to ask her father for her hand in marriage, to get approval from her mother who refused to accept him, to stand for himself and her, to prove to the world that he was made for her.
Yes, he always had chanted that to her, that he was just made for her. But she had always corrected him with her witty answers, saying she wasn't born before him. And he had just smiled and nodded to her each response, her each confident reply.
Even though he was the first to come into this world, he knew he would have been incomplete without her. His life seemed destined to intertwine with hers as if their fates were written long before either of them was born. He was made for herâno, he was made only for her.
He shook his head and glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror. It always amazed him how someone could appear so plain and yet be so captivating. As she nestled into her seat, her head gently resting against the window, her long braid draped elegantly placed in front. She exhaled softly, slipping into a serene slumber with her kohl-rimmed eyes closed in peaceful surrender.
He reached over to adjust the sound system, lowering the volume of "Tum Ho Paas Mere" which had been playing softly, creating a private, melodic sanctuary in his jeep. Music had always stirred something deep within him, and this song was particularly special. It had a way of making him feel complete, as though every note resonated with the love he felt for her.
"Don't!" she murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she awoke, though her eyes remained hidden under her closed lids. A smile spread across her face, her pink lips parting as she sleepily requested, "Don't decrease the volume."
His lips curled into a tender smile at her request, and he adjusted the volume back to its previous level. With the lyrics of his favorite song accompanying them, time seemed to flow effortlessly as he drove towards their future togetherâtowards the house he had bought just for her...made for her.
"What would you have done if we had never met again?" she asked, her fingers entwining with his.
The rays of the sun from the horizon peeked slowly, radiating his face with its light. It made her feel as if touched by God, kissed by His brightness, to watch her Krishna's smile grow with each second. That dimple in his left cheek still made her heart flutter, to be proud to own his happiness. And his eyes, those desirable black orbs glittered like diamonds as they watched the sunrise.
She wanted to see them, to watch what they were silently speaking to the sun. But before she could ask him, he turned and she was engulfed in his beautiful eyes. The black depth of his loving gaze connected to her soul and everything in her surroundings dissolved magically. Her eyes observed his love for her, clearly visible in his eyes as if he were an open book. And again it captured her, like always it had.
"That would have been impossible, my love."
Observing his lips murmuring to her, she bit down her lower lip, blushing with his endearing titles. She always blushed when he used such words for her, still seeding a new feeling inside her.
"Why?" she questioned him again, knowing very well that he would answer her again. She always did this, questioning him about all unnecessary things and still, he had answered each one of them, proving that her doubts were worth listening to. It always had made her feel special, to be listened to, to be cherished, to be cared for, to be loved by someone so special. And she knew that he never missed a chance to love her more and more.
He leaned forward, bringing her body near to him. He slowly lowered his head, leveling it next to her ear as he whispered, "It is destined, my dear." His arms circled her waist as he continued, "As I have been made for you," her heart galloped faster than any crazy horse as he confirmed, "Only for my Samiksha."
She forgot everything around her as her arms tried to hug him back, for the first time.
A gentle touch on her shoulders stirred her from her beautiful dream. She yawned and stretched, her eyes fluttering open to his smiling face. For a moment, it felt as though everything from her dream had been real. But as she took in her surroundings, the dream seemed to dissolve, leaving her in the present moment.
Again, it was a dream, where they both were alone in each other's arms. Even though, she felt it to be so real. The warmth of his body enveloping her was unnaturally calming, as his words soothed her uncertain mind, and his gleaming eyes stole everything from her in that second, but it was a dream. And she loved that dream, she always loved it.
She always dreamt about him, about them.
She observed him waiting for her, holding the door open and tapping his foot nervously. It was her first visit to his house, and she knew he was anxious about her reaction. The thought of making a home with him filled her with excitement and anticipation. Home- the word itself made her feel giddy, with all kinds of thoughts.
The home where she would be cherished by her soon-to-be-husband's love, the home where they would create their small world, the home where she would feel complete. It would be the home where they would be sharing something special, forming some beautiful memories, and imprinting it beautifully in their lives.
She slipped out of his jeep and shyly dropped her head when he offered her his hand. She heard him clearing his throat, "Samiksha, I..." as she slowly accepted his hand, he trailed off, leaving the sentence incomplete.
His frown of confusion quickly turned to a smile as he realized what she was doing. Though he was baffled by her actions, he couldn't understand the depth of her feelings. She had always found it hard to show physical affection, but today felt different.
On that fateful day, when he had confessed his love bluntly to her, they had sat quietly holding their hands till the expected train had arrived. And that had been the only time when they had held each other's hand. After that, not their fingertips had touched, not in the slightest way.
Actually, they didn't need it at all, as their eyes had said so much to each other that showing their affection physically had never been a necessity.
But today, she felt that he wanted it, he needed it. She felt that somewhere in his big heart, he wanted an assurance and she gave it to him, without thinking for a second. Why she would bother about it, when all she wanted was to be with him, standing beside him for this whole lifetime, and all other births to come? Yes, she believed in the concept of rebirth and wanted him all to herself.
A zing of something originated from the place where they were connecting their hands, spreading an unknown sensation in her body and she clutched his hand more tightly. She saw him pulling her forward and stilled when her eyes found the stunning view in front of them.
It wasn't just bricks and cement coagulated together there, it wasn't just walls and fence standing calmly there, and it wasn't just paint and flowers decorating the marvelous piece of architecture in front of her. It was more than everything in this beautiful world and she was beyond stunned.
It was their home, the home which was according to her tastes, and without her permission, tears started to form in her eyes.
It wasn't just a houseâit was a testament to their love. The blend of Indian and Victorian influences perfectly captured her tastes. The intricate designs, vibrant colors, and rich patterns all held deep meanings and stories. She had always sought this blend of cultures and had never imagined a building could embody it so beautifully.
It was perfect from her eyes, the outer face of their home so accurate that she anticipated what else he had done for her. Yes, she was excited, her palms sweating with some unknown tension in her mind. There was surely a sense of giddiness but a slight fear also originated somewhere with it. It wasn't because he attempted to please her but it was because of his extreme levels. How a man could love a woman so much? She questioned herself and a small voice in her whispered- Because a woman loved him with the same intensity.
Yes, she loved him the same way he did. It didn't matter to her that she had not said that to him but she thought he would understand her.
(to be continued...)