𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 18+

Chapter-28: Venerating You, Celebrating Love✨

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Emotions, a lot of them were pent up in her heart. As she sat there on the swing, waiting for her husband. She could not help but wonder, what could the surprise be?

The last few days have taken a toll on everyone, especially Meera. She had been through something traumatic in the past too but, this time it shook her to the core.

The ones that she has always seen as her strength were the ones who took her as a weakness. With a heavy heart and a restless mind, there's one thing that she was sure of.

It was her husband's support that was always going to be there for her, no matter what. Though, he hid the truth from her, he had a reason. In fact, everyone had, they did not want their daughters to fall weak.

Yashraj came into the room dressed in a white loincloth that hung low on his hips and a pristine white shawl draped over his broad shoulders.

Walking to the balcony, he stood there taking in the beauty of the view in front of him. His wife, looking like a nymph descended from heaven as the oil lamps casted a warm glow and the moon showered her with its beam.

Her locks dancing with the flow of the wind and the melodious chatter from her anklets were music to his ears. It was then that Meera saw him.

The plate that he held in his hands caught her attention. The smoke from the dhuni surrounded his frame complementing the warmth of the atmosphere. Her walked towards her and placed the plate on the cot opposite the swing.

Meera frowned when he kneeled in front of her. Kya karne wale hain aap Rana Sa? She asks him. He doesn't answer and shows his palm in response.

He prevents the swing from moving any further and puts the plate on the ground.

Hum jo bhi karne wale hain, soch kar hi karne wale hain toh, hamein rokiyega nahin, he spoke. His tone was low yet thick.

Meera

As the swing stops moving, he takes my feet in his palm and washes them with the water he brought in the small brass pot. He managed to shut me up when I prevented him from doing it.

After he washed my feet, he goes ahead and gently wipes them with a cotton cloth.

His eyes meet mine, clearly depicting the love, respect and vulnerability they hold through his gaze. Straightening up, he attaches our foreheads.

Lowering my forehead to the point between his eyebrows, he presses it lightly from the back. When I look there, my vermilion had left an impression on his forehead, as a tilak.

He picks the dhuni up and rotates it around me, seven times from head to toe. After the last round, I motioned him to stop. He did, and I took the earthen bowl in my hand.

Diverting the smoke through my fingers, I rotate it around him for seven times and then held it between my palms.

We didn't exchange even a word till now, but the conversation that his efforts had with my wounded heart was enough to heal me.

It weren't just his words but his actions that filled me with warmth. Once they hurt me too but they mended a piece they did not break. It was not his mistake that the arrangement happened, his only mistake was hiding it from me.