❝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...
"Yeh dil zindagi se, khafa ho chala tha jise phir se jeene ke bahane tum bane"
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~ Meher ~
Andaman And Nicobar Islands, India
Morning for me had arrived late. When I woke up, Kabir's side was empty. The room was still dark. I checked my phone and realised it was already half past eight. Ditching the comforter, I rushed to the washroom to freshen up.
When I walked into the main living area, from the windows, I saw the rain hadn't stopped, but the intensity had lowered. The sound of the TV was loud, with small steps, I walked in to see Mr. Ayush and Kabir engaged in some serious talk while watching a business channel.
Kabir was still wearing his clothes from last night, his back casually leaning over the sofa while his legs propped over one another with his hands crossed as he listened to what Ayush was saying. He was always so rigid, that there were only rare instances where he actually let loose and enjoyed himself.
One way or another, this man had to bring his work during the holidays. But that was Kabir I knew. Who was he the night before?
Who was the man who sweetly tucked my hair behind my ear and spoke sweetly to me?
Everything was difficult to process at that moment as I held on to my breath for god knows how long. It was difficult to say but somewhere I could feel that he was changing, we were treading in forbidden waters.
"Staring your husband?" I was startled when I heard a voice close behind me, I hadn't realised it was Kirti who had been standing and watching me for god knows how long. I cleared my throat, "It's not like that."
"Well, he is good looking," I stared at her, almost mortified, "and he is your husband," she emphasised. "It's no crime."
"I-It's really not like that, I didn't see him—" I started rambling but Kirti firmly held me by my shoulders, looking me in the eye. "Calm down, it is no big deal. Come with me," she held my hand and led me to the dining table. After making me sit, she took another chair and turned it around so that she could face me.
"It's awkward, right?" a moment of silence stayed after she asked me that question. All the warning bells went off, was the truth of our marriage out? Were we that obvious?
"W-What?" I tried to feign nonchalance, but I guess I wasn't good at it because she caught my lie right away.
"I have been married for almost twenty years now," she chuckled. My muscles had gone stiff and I wasn't able to react to anything. "And I am a woman too. I can see you both are married but are still awkward around each other," oh, that's what she was talking about. Thank god.
I smiled weakly. "You found each other to be compatible, right?" I nodded. Kirti gently took my hand in hers, "That's where the problem lies, thinking that there is compatibility so we can spend the rest of our lives together but compatibility does not always bring out the love you seek in each other. You need to notice your partner, their little things, their good, their bads, their joy and their sadness. You need to be a part of it. You know, the essence of a marital relationship is in those little things, seek those. Try to understand him, because I believe there's a difference between knowing and understanding."
