Until I Found You

Chapter : 15

The day before their engagement, Priya was lost in her thoughts, adrift in the ethereal glow of the sunset, when Ved, her charming fiancé, materialized in her doorway. His eyes twinkled with an enigmatic excitement, and before she could utter a word, he gently persuaded her to get ready, murmuring something about an unexpected excursion. As her curiosity swelled like an untamed wave, he finally revealed their destination: an impromptu shopping spree. The intensity of his anticipation was infectious, and Priya found herself drawn into the enchanting whirlwind of his enthusiasm, her heart echoing his unspoken joy.

As the evening unfolded, Priya and Ved strolled hand in hand through the bustling city streets, their laughter weaving a symphony amidst the cacophony of life. Yet, even as she savored each moment, a lingering unease clouded Priya's thoughts. Despite her silent worries, she couldn't help but be moved by the sincerity in Ved's every gesture, the way he attentively listened to her every word, and how his eyes, brimming with affection, sought solace in her gaze. The realization of his unwavering devotion cast a warm glow over her doubts, melting them away like morning mist under the gentle caress of the rising sun. Her heart, entwined with his, whispered a promise to shield him from any anguish, to safeguard the precious bond they shared.

As the night deepened, casting its enchanting spell upon the city, Ved and Priya found themselves strolling along the dimly lit streets, cocooned in a tapestry of hushed conversations and distant melodies. Priya, wrestling with her inner conflict, sought solace in the rhythm of their footsteps, her gaze wandering aimlessly as she grappled with the weight of her indecision. Meanwhile, Ved's heart swelled with an inexplicable elation, sensing a newfound closeness blooming between them. The cool breeze, whispering secrets of the night, mingled with the warmth of their shared silence, painting an ethereal portrait of their intertwined destinies. As they ambled side by side, the night sky above them seemed to mirror the array of emotions enveloping their beings, weaving a tale of entwined fates and hesitant yet burgeoning love.

Amidst the tranquil night, a sudden misfortune befell Priya as her shoe betrayed her, succumbing to the rugged terrain beneath. With an abrupt stumble, she winced in pain, her hands reaching out for support in the darkness. Swift as the wind, Ved, with his unwavering strength, wrapped his arm around her, providing a sturdy anchor in the midst of her momentary turmoil. Sensing her discomfort, he guided her to a nearby park bench, where they found solace in the gentle rustle of the leaves and the distant hum of the city. Priya, still grappling with the throbbing ache, leaned into Ved's comforting presence, her spirit finding solace within him

With tender care, Ved delicately removed Priya's shoe, his fingers tracing a soothing path along her ankle, his touch infused with a tenderness that spoke volumes. Priya, her gaze softened by a mix of pain and gratitude, felt the warmth of his touch ease the throbbing ache, a silent comfort enveloping her in its embrace. In a soft murmur, Ved tenderly inquired about the intensity of her pain, to which Priya, with a gentle shake of her head, reassured him of her resilience. Drawing him closer, she guided him to settle beside her on the weathered park bench, their shoulders touching in an unspoken bond, as they basked in the quiet intimacy of the night. The flickering city lights cast a gentle halo around them, illuminating the contours of their intertwined spirits, etching a timeless tale of mutual understanding and silent solidarity.

Priya: "Ved, what if you discovered that the person you love isn't coming to you the way you desire? What would you do in that situation?"

Ved: chuckling softly "Why on earth are you asking such a perplexing question,priya? You know I'm right here with you, just as you are with me. Why ponder over something so abstract?

Priya : No please tell me what you gonna do ?

Ved then holding her face said

Ved : You know what someone once said  if you really want something badly set it free if it comes to you it will be yours forever and if it doesnt it was never yours te begin with

As Ved's words wove a tapestry of reassurance and affection, a delicate tremor coursed through Priya's being, her eyes welling up with unspoken emotions. Startled by her sudden tears, Ved's voice softened with concern as he reached out, gently probing for the source of her distress. "Why are you crying, my love? What has happened?" he implored, his worry etched across his features. Unable to articulate her tumultuous feelings, Priya merely shook her head, her tears flowing unchecked, painting a glistening trail down her cheeks. Sensing her silent anguish, Ved enveloped her in a tender embrace, his arms offering solace and comfort as he held her close, his touch a soothing balm for her aching soul. Amidst the quiet sanctuary of the park, their embrace became a timeless refuge, where words gave way to the language of touch and empathy.

Upon their return to the tranquil haven of the hotel, Ved, his gaze softened with concern, turned to Priya, his voice laced with a gentle sincerity, "Are you feeling any better now, Priya? Do you need me to stay with you for a while?" His words lingered in the air, carrying an unspoken promise of unwavering support, a testament to the depth of his devotion. Priya, still grappling with the residual tremors of her emotional storm, met his gaze with a faint nod, her lips parting to express her heartfelt gratitude. "I'll be alright, Ved. Thank you for everything," she whispered, her voice an echo of fragile strength. Ved, sensing her unspoken need, settled beside her.

As the gentle tendrils of fatigue tugged at Priya's consciousness, she surrendered to the comforting embrace of the soft hotel bed, her eyelids fluttering shut in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Ved, unwavering in his commitment, settled onto the couch directly facing her, his gaze fixed on her tranquil form, watching over her with a silent vigilance. The soft hum of the air conditioner merged with the steady rhythm of her breathing, casting a spell of serenity over the room. In the stillness of the night, the faint flicker of the lamp cast intricate shadows across the walls, weaving an ethereal tapestry of light and darkness. Ved's unwavering presence, a silent sentinel in the dark, bore testament to the depth of his devotion, as he remained seated, guarding her slumber with a steadfast determination, his own eyes heavy with the weight of the night's tender reverie.

In the hushed embrace of the night, as the moon's gentle glow bathed the room in an ethereal luminescence, Priya stirred from her slumber, her gaze drawn to the figure of Ved, peacefully asleep on the couch. A pang of remorse surged through her, the weight of her inner turmoil gnawing at the edges of her consciousness. With each rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, her heart throbbed with a poignant ache, the realization of her own inner conflict carving a hollow chasm within her. In the soft halo of the moonlight, she traced the contours of his slumbering form, her fingers trembling with unspoken regret, as the gravity of her own actions cast a shadow over the serenity of the night. Amidst the stillness, a solitary tear escaped her eye, its silent journey a testament to the tumultuous storm raging within her, a tempest of conflicting emotions and the agony of a heart torn between its own desires and the crushing weight of a burgeoning guilt.

As Priya's gaze lingered upon Ved's slumbering form, she noticed the subtle shiver that traversed his frame, a testament to the coolness of the night that had settled within the room. Her heart stirred with a surge of empathy, her own distress momentarily forgotten as she focused on alleviating his discomfort. With a determined resolve, she tiptoed back to the bed, retrieving a warm, comforting duvet, its soft embrace a promise of solace in the midst of the wintry night. Returning to his side, she draped the duvet over him with a tender delicacy, tucking it around his form with an almost reverent touch. Her fingers lingered for a fleeting moment, tracing the contours of his face, her silent gesture an offering of warmth and reassurance, a token of her devotion in a world fraught with uncertainties.