°• Book 1 in the unexpected marriage series •°
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"They tried to hide their feelings with silence but they forgot that their eyes spoke too..."
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"I'm a mess at times, and there are days when I am a lot to handle", she cried...
- Mention of mild violence. - The flashback scene might not mean a big deal to many, and would think that the lead is making a mountain out of a molehill, but jisper betti hai usse pata hota hai!
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L A S Y A
I stared at the retreating back of Moksh as he stormed away from my line of sight. My eyes held the longing look, my hands itched to call him back and be in his arms once again, while the nagging feeling filled the back of my head.
I looked down at the velvet box in my palm and slowly opened it, what lay inside it was a rose gold intrigued design band with a small white craved diamond which glared at me probably glaring at me for my stupidity. The ring had me in awe at the mere sight of it and I was seconds away from calling out for Moksh.
But I refrained from doing anything, my fingers feathered the fingerprints my mother had left behind on my wrist and a bitter taste filled my tongue. This wasn't something new I was dealing with.
Her words had managed to pierce deep into my heart yet again and make me realise how unwanted I was. I slowly blinked my eyes as a feeling of despair filled my heart, I gulped and watched my fingers shiver, my palms turning cold. My brain felt fogged and everything was hazy as flashbacks blurred my vision.
The same dark cloud loomed over me and something was trying to pull me into the darkness, the same nightmare, the same screams, everything came rushing back. My legs seemed to freeze in their place and I stood like a corpse, with shallow breathing, and unmovable.
"Tu thik hai na, bacha?", I was snapped out of my tormented clouds as Dhruv shook my shoulders. [Translation: are you ok, baby]
His gaze held worry and he embraced me in his warm embrace, cocooning me, completely obvious to my breakdown. I closed my eyes as he slowly patted my back and I felt coming back to reality.
"Bas, bas, shant! Shant! Mai hu yaha per, ok? Deep breathing", he kept chanting and I followed his instructions, concentrating on my breathing. "Thik hai abhi?", he questioned when I broke from the hug, I nodded and took small sips from the glass of water he passed my way.
[Translation: That's it, that's it, calm down! Calm! I am here, okay? deep breathing
: Are you okay now?]
The water did help calm my nerves and I became conspicuous of my surroundings. I took a deep breath and tried to pass him a small smile which came out more forced than I intended.
Dhruv Rastogi was my bua's only son. He was a year older than me and someone to whom I would, confined in the past. In our childhood whenever his family would visit us during vacations, we would stick around together most of the time.
