Metaphor ||✔

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"Annika I'm sorry. I won't ever think of leaving you. I love you to the core. Please forgive me for one last time." Shivaay gripped her shoulders as she stopped walking around the room.

"How do I trust you?" She asked making him go speechless. He opened his mouth to speak but the words never came out. Her hold strengthens on the table as she felt about to faint.

"I kept doing things thinking that you would forget past stuff and move on in life. But what did you do? Suicide? Is that why I went through? Is that why  I terminated our most wanted pregnancy?"  She shut her eyes balancing herself before striking him. When he didn't answer she shook him.

"Speak up. Do you want to meet your family? Brothers?" She asked him. Immediately he jacked up his head and looked straight into his eyes.

"Kya family? Unhone mere patni ke paravah nahin ke, vo kya parivaar hain." He rubbed his runny nose and spoke completely looking down examining the floor beneath his foot.

"I'm sorry. I know sorry is not sufficient for what you went through. But I'm genuinely empathetic. Please talk to me, I can't bear your silence. It's hurting my soul. I can't just live without you." Shivaay cupped her face and wiped her tears with his thumbs. His eyes scanned her face. Her face was pale and she looked quite weaker than expected.

"Why did you do that? I was there with you." She liberated herself from him and marched towards the living room.

"I was scared. I thought your life has been spoiled by me. And at least with my disappearance, you may have a good life." He muttered. Speculating that she won't listen to him as she had walked past him.

But unfortunately, she waddled back and heard his confessions. Her eyes widened at his words. Again fear gripped her. Would he leave her? Alone. Her head throbbed as she slowly stepped towards him. She shook her head clearing her vision in front.

He snapped his head just after hearing her footsteps back. He anticipated her shouts but instead, he was received with a tight slap. He gradually moved his eyes from the ground to meet his, her eyes were burning with the blaze.

"Aap hote kaun hain yeh tay karane vale ki mere jindage kharab hue ya nahin. I'm happy with my life, with my husband. Don't you dare repeat the same?" She warned him. His body shivered with her voice. Palms gripping his bruised cheek, he struggled to smile with her words.

"First, that Nikhil. You tell me why do you decide on my life. Don't you see our happy future with each other? Why don't do understand I need you more than your brothers? I want a lifelong journey with you. You are always deciding on my behalf." She banged her fist on his chest. Nonetheless, her small palms didn't affect him yet his lips broke into a grin.

"I promise we will celebrate 40 plus years of anniversary together. But please for the last time forgive me. Please." He showed his puppy face to melt her. Indeed with his happy complex, she forgave him. All she wants is him to be a happy soul.

"Kya maine aap ko jor se thappad maara?" She inquired checking his fingerprint imprinted cheek.

"Maaf kiya?" He asked clutching her waist. Tears rolled down her cheek looking at him.

"Kar diya. But never again do this. I was so scared. My heart resides in you, understand it." She pushed his head sidewise and caressed his bruised skin with her delicate fingertips.

"I will never touch the knife. I love you." He planted a lingering kiss on her forehead, and she shut her eyes feeling his touch.

"Wait I will get you dry fruits." Shivaay limped behind her, delighted that she had gratefully given another opportunity.