They loved each other beyond their own imaginations, but she broke their heart. How will they react to meeting each other again? After 3 years. Will she make it up for her mistakes? Will they get back together? Or will destiny play its game once aga...
Before this chapter begins I'd like to say that, as I had mentioned in the author's note this book has many trigger warnings. So about 60% of this book is about dhruvika and agastya healing from their past. Mainly dhruvika. The main part of this book will begin within I guess 2-3 chapters, I'm trying to keep more details in the book which I didn't do in the previous chapter.
This chapter is emotional, well at least according to me it is. This will show a chotu glimpse of what will be happening in upcoming chapters.
So I hope you enjoy it :))
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Looking at the stars gave peace to the chaos in my mind. It's sometimes surprising how just a mere thought of a person can either disrupt your peace or give you peace in many ways. Love has never been my strongest suit. And loving someone beyond your own strengths always sounded funny to my ears, until I loved someone like that. Seeing maa and papa I always thought one day I will even have something they have, seeing them as a child loving each other always fascinated me. But now being an adult with a fucking heart break made me realise to have something what they have is gained by a lot of sacrifices and struggles.
Today when I saw him again after 3 fucking years made me realise how much i missed him. How much I wanted him to comfort me through all my nightmares. How much I wanted him to say that he is proud of me. But again the slightest thought of him knowing what had happened to me scares me. The what ifs and buts made it worse for me.
The moment my eyes met those hazelnut coloured orbs, my world stopped. My throat clogged up, eyes burning from tears trying not to spill out. All the memories rushed through me like a damn adrenaline rush. It took everything in me to not jump on him and sob for all the years of pain and grief. Just a thought of him always gave me butterflies in my tummy. It made me blush like a teenager having her moment with her crush.
Leaning back on the cushion; closing my eyes, my mind replayed the small interaction I had with him today.
Flashback;
I was walking towards the room because I spilled water all over my saree and the last thing I wanted was to get maa's scolding at the moment.
I was trying to dry the water with the help of tissue when I dashed to someone and the tissues in my hand fell. Great. Picking up the tissues I said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't notice I was walking into someone."
I looked up to see who the person was only to regret my existence at the moment and wanting an imaginary hole to open up and eat me alive.
It was him. Agastya, the man I'm madly, deeply, ethically and logically in love with.
Not being able to stand there for any second longer I turned towards the other direction to walk away from him. Just as I was about to take a step, his hand wrapped around my elbow and pulled me towards his chest. The back of my body touched his front and my lungs suddenly forgot its functions.
