❝Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.❞
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Kabir and Meher
Two polar opposites; or that's what they think they are. They are both burnin...
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~ Meher ~
Mumbai, India
Kabir and I— we never had an ugly spat, up until now. Even when I had betrayed him, he had said nothing, but his eyes had conveyed all the emotions. He never spoke to me unless necessary, and I think his not bursting out on me made me feel a lot guiltier than I already was.
But today, something changed within me for him. Even though when he was saying all those words, there was resentment and not hatred. He did not try to hurt me back— even though he was hurting me, he did not say something that would hurt my soul. He just told what he felt in those moments.
Seeing Kabir and how he was with his family, a part of me had never forgiven myself for committing such an act. Back then, Akash Uncle thought that I was mistaken because Kabir got cleared by the Narcotics Bureau as he did not have any drugs on him.
Kabir made efforts to move out, even bought this penthouse while he was very young, just to stay away from the family. And I think everyone understood it and his emotions.
I never wanted to separate a child from his family.
But I did.
The way Kabir expressed himself today was so raw— it was as if he wanted to tell me all of that for years and today he got that chance.
I think I was a bit too much in this act of presence to the point it was bothering me. The car stopped in front of the large staircase that led to the house. As usual, the fountain in front of it was at its finest, the water continuously flowing.
The AV Villa was decorated like a bride, the lights shining to their brightest. As Kabir and I climbed the stairs, we saw a huge rangoli made on the side of the door, the words written in Hindi, right at the centre.
Kabir Sang Meher, which translated to Kabir and Meher.
None of us had to ring the bell as the door was already opened. We greeted the guards and walked hand in hand inside the house as if everything was normal between us.
"Mom!" I left Kabir's hand and ran towards my mother and jumped in her embrace. It had barely been days, that I felt like I was missing my parents a lot more than I stayed far away. Maybe it's the feeling of every girl after getting married that you sort of feel that you are detached from your parents or that you crave more of them than you used to before.
"Mera heera," My mother caressed my hair so lovingly that I snuggled into her arms more, wanting to bury everything that I was feeling currently somewhere and stay in her arms forever.
But then I felt my Mom's shoulder tense. I broke the hug to get a clear sight of her face, instead, I saw her staring at me in concern. Her hand cupped my cheek, slowly moving to my hair. "What happened, Meher?" I closed my eyes sensing her touch, letting it soothe myself. "Are you not happy mera bachcha?"
