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SHASHVATA

I stood there, frozen in time, as my eyes absorbed every detail of her beauty. She was divine, draped in a red saree that clung to her like a whisper from the heavens. The golden glow of the setting sun kissed her skin, making her appear as though she had stepped out of my dreams and into reality. Her eyes, dark pools of mystery, locked onto mine, holding me captive with their depth.

This was it, the moment I had envisioned countless times in my mind. The moment when I would bare my soul, confess every emotion, and claim her as mine, wholly and irrevocably. My heart pounded like a drumbeat, each thud echoing the words I needed to say.

With slow, deliberate steps, I moved toward her, unable to tear my gaze away. Every fiber of my being was drawn to her, as if the universe had conspired to bring us together. Extending my hand toward her, I said nothing, letting my eyes speak the words I couldn’t yet utter.

She hesitated, her eyes flickering between my outstretched hand and my face, searching for answers. Then, with a soft breath, she placed her hand in mine, her delicate fingers intertwining with mine. A silent promise passed between us, a promise of everything that was yet to come.

But as she rose, her foot slipped, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. “Aah!” she cried, her body tilting dangerously. Instinct took over, and I caught her in my arms before she could fall, her small frame fitting perfectly against mine.

The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them, low and unguarded. “Yeh alfaz band kamre mei jyada madhur lagenge.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Huh?” she asked, her voice laced with both curiosity and surprise.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My focus was on the warmth of her in my arms, the way she fit against me like she belonged there. Tightening my grip, I lifted her off her feet, cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

A collective gasp rose from the women around us, but their stares and whispers didn’t matter. All that mattered was her, just her. She squirmed, her small fists hitting my chest with playful indignation.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Put me down! Everyone’s looking!”

I smirked, my hold on her growing firmer. “Not a chance,” I replied, my voice steady and unyielding.

Her eyes blazed with frustration, but beneath it, there was a flicker of something else, something unspoken that mirrored the storm in my heart. And as I carried her away, I knew that this was just the beginning of the story we were about to write together.

With a quiet yet peaceful calmness settling in my heart, I carried her gently down the corridor. Her warmth was close to my chest, and her scent wrapped around me, grounding me in the moment. Her eyes darted to my face every now and then, and each time, she quickly looked away, attempting to shield herself from prying eyes. There was a familiar shyness in her gaze, a softness that hadn't faded with time. Some things never changed, she was still the same girl whose blush could melt a storm within me.

Entering the bedroom, I carefully set her down on the edge of the bed. Her fingers loosened their grip on my shirt, and I felt a strange pang of loss as I moved away. Silently, I crossed to the drawer, retrieving a small box wrapped in silk, a treasure I had saved for this moment. With each step back to her, anticipation and a touch of uncertainty filled me. I wanted this to be the beginning of something beautiful.

As I returned and extended the box toward her, she slid a small piece of paper my way, her expression unreadable. I paused, confusion slipping into my gaze as I took the paper from her, unfolding it slowly. The words stared back at me, piercing through my calm with brutal clarity.

My heart faltered, each beat heavier than the last. I was stunned, caught off guard by the request scribbled on that paper, as if she were handing me a piece of her heart I hadn’t anticipated. A cold shock ran through me, sinking deep into my chest. Was this truly what she wanted? Was she not happy with our wedding?

Questions twisted in my mind. I knew this marriage hadn’t happened in the conventional way, not the fairy-tale fantasy she might’ve once dreamed of. But the warmth between us, the words she had whispered that night, soft and hazy under the influence of alcohol, had those just been fleeting words, nothing more than a dream slipping through our fingers?

I looked up, searching her face for an answer, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze. Her fingers traced invisible patterns on the bedspread, her expression distant, as if she had withdrawn to a place I couldn’t reach.

The silence grew heavy, charged with unspoken truths. And as I held that piece of paper in my trembling hand, the calm I had felt moments ago dissolved into an ocean of doubt, where only one question echoed over and over: Had I already lost her before we’d even begun?

My vision darkened as anger coursed through my veins, threatening to explode. But I couldn’t let her see this side of me. I took a step back, retreating to the far side of the room, trying to calm the storm within me.

The crumpled paper in my fist crackled as I clenched it harder, my chest heaving with unspoken emotions. Inhaling deeply, I turned my gaze to her through the mirror.

“Kisi aur ko chahti hain?” I asked, my voice trembling, barely holding together the pieces of my breaking heart.

She paused, her back to me, her silence carving deeper wounds in my already broken heart. I didn’t know what to do, what to say. All I knew was that I craved her. My heart craved her. For six long years, I had forgotten how to smile, but today, just the mere sight of her had made my lips curve into one. She held that power over me, effortlessly, unknowingly.

I didn’t know what to do or what to say. All I knew was that I craved her, my heart craved her. For six years, I had forgotten what it felt like to smile, but one glance at her today, and my lips had curved into one as if she’d breathed life back into me.

But now, she was slipping away. Again.

“Nahi,” she finally whispered, her voice soft yet steady.

A single word. It should’ve been enough to calm my storm, but it wasn’t. Not now.

For nine years, I’ve loved her, I thought, the words echoing in my mind as I watched her retreating figure. Nine years of longing, yearning, and endless nights spent dreaming of her. And now, when fate, unexpectedly, cruelly, had made her mine, why was she walking away? Why this divorce?

My hands trembled as I clutched the crumpled papers, their sharp edges digging into my palm, mocking me with every jagged crease. Her words from earlier, muttered in the haze of slumber, still rang in my ears. My mind refused to believe them, yet they tore at my soul with unrelenting force.

She rose from the bed, her movements deliberate, distant, and final. My chest tightened painfully as memories of that day six years ago flooded back. The day she left. The day she drove away, leaving me behind, powerless and shattered. I had run behind her car like a desperate man, hoping for one last glimpse of her.

I couldn’t let it happen again. Not this time.

“Maithili,” I called out, my voice breaking as I fell to my knees. My body betrayed me, weak and unable to hold the weight of my despair. Every part of me screamed for her to stop, to turn back, to see me.

And she did.

She turned slowly, her eyes wide with shock as they locked onto mine. Her gaze pierced through my soul, and for a fleeting moment, I saw something there, something that made my shattered heart stir, something that gave me a fragile thread of hope.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice raw, pleading. “Don’t go. Not this time.”

The weight of nine years of love and pain hung in the space between us, unspoken yet overwhelming. My chest ached, my soul screamed, and all I could do was pray she wouldn’t leave.

Because if she did, she’d take the last piece of me with her.