Chapter 29 - "There is hope..."

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It's a week since Nandini and Manan came here to stay. I couldn't realise how these 7 days passed without making me look back for a second. Earlier my days used to start with self-loathing and end with cursing Nandini. However, now they start with new hope and end with satisfaction. Satisfaction to take my boy in my lap and hope to carry on with their permanent presence in my life. That day, Nandini went with me to visit a gynaecologist. She couldn't argue with my points and agreed to take care of herself. Maybe she realizes that how important her well-being is for Manan's good future. The gynaecologist Dr Mukti Vardhan is a good friend of mine. However, she doesn't know about my relationship with Nandini. She has a soft corner towards me. In fact, she likes me and I am well aware of it. But I never egged her on this feeling of hers. I introduced Nandini to Mukti as my known because I didn't want to make Nandini uncomfortable in front of anyone. Mukti examined her thoroughly. I even kept posted her about Nandini's health condition. I had confidence in her treatment. I don't know what she advised her and nor did Nandini let me know. Because the entire way to our home, she was silent. I was observing her silently too. I never want to force her for opening up. I know it's not my nature but changes for good is good. It was 9 am and I was getting ready for the hospital. Nandini doesn't have any outside work. So, she will be at home for the entire day. Manan is sleeping as usual. He is a good boy unlike me. Seldom cries and rarely throws tantrums. I keep the stetho in my coat pocket and come out of the room. Nandini is in the kitchen. I call her,

"Nandiniiii...I am going. Close the door."

No reply comes from the inside. I sigh in frustration and walk to the door when a clinking sound of glass startles me. It came from the kitchen. I rush towards it and observe Nandini collecting some broken pieces of a cup scattered on the floor, sitting in a scouting position. Some tea is spilt over the surface. She must have been coming to give me a cup of tea and stumbled on something.

"Who asked you to make tea for me? Can't you take rest for a while?"

I mutter with vexation. I know she is forbidden to sit in this position. Still, she has the tendency to irritate me. I take off my coat, roll up the sleeves and come near to help her. She doesn't answer my words and keeps on racking up the pieces. Her constant silence makes me piqued and I grab her hand to stop her. I lift her by pulling her hand.

"Aren't you listing to me? Stop this and go."

I raise my voice a bit and she hisses in pain. As I clutched her hand, a piece of broken glass must have pricked her palm. She tries to withdraw her hand from my hold but I don't let her. Instead, I observe the cut and immediately put the bleeding thumb into my mouth. I keep on sucking the oozed-out blood and place my eyes on her. They have surprises and queries. We don't realise when we came so close that our bodies were touching each other. I take out her thumb from my mouth but don't free it. Rather I trail my lips on her palm and slowly place it on my cheek. The soft touch creates waves inside my heart. I can feel her surging breath while her other hand clutches the front side of my shirt. I wrap her waist with another hand and pull her softly. She comes closer. Now, our faces are an inch apart from each other. My eyes fall on her quivering plump lips and they are continuously inviting me. I cock my head and zero the distance. My lips touch hers. An electrifying sensation runs through my veins. I don't know how long I was craving for this divine touch. Her lips almost melt against mine and I capture her lower lip to suck it with full attention. Her hand that was placed on my cheek claws my collar and she surrenders to my passion. Our eyes are closed and the surrounding has become the evanescent heaven for two lost souls. I deepen my hold on her lips and almost swallow them inside my ardent mouth. I don't know how many minutes of silence passed and how long we remained lost in our wished land. Suddenly, she pushes me gently and frees her mouth from mine. I place my surprised eyes on her and she steps back more.

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