His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

The Conclusion.

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Bhabhi maa - A sort of endearment for sister in law.

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"Wishlist? A happily ever, he answered."

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The holy fire danced inside the glazed irises, reflecting the ashened memories caged onto the walls of their heart. Her blacks and his grays were fixated on the same fire, eyes burned with the rush of tears, yet they couldn't blink. The wedding chants vibrated in the hall, but the broken hearts couldn't fathom them.

Ruhanika and Anurag sat there, taking steps towards being one but all Mehak could focus was on the remnant of her own marriage. They were at the same place, three years ago, her blushing with smiles, him with his ever playful smirks and successful attempts of making her cherry. They were so happy, so in bliss. Life had felt complete. She had seen her whole eternity in those silver ardent orbs. And yet, today, she stands, the fire penetrating her eyes with shards of her torn apart eternity.

The fire flickered a small smile on Aksh's lips. How did it all crumble to this? It feels like just yesterday he was whispering those hushed promises in her ears, with happiness making a home in their hearts. And today, each promise seemed pointless, and their hearts in frail and frantic pain.

His eyes traveled up, connecting across, and as if on cue she felt it and matched his gaze. The misty eyes held the image of each other's teary voiceless pleads. Eyes clashed, tears rhythmed. A silent eye lock. No words, no change of expressions, yet the two exchanged hearts.