𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

•Chapter Eighteen

-Jahaan-

The façade is finally broken.

I can finally see the raw emotions swirling in her eyes as the tears flow down from her eyes.

The brokenness. The pain. The grief. The numbness. The anger.

Every damn emotion.

However much I really wanted to break her façade, for some reason, the emotions residing in her eyes right now, break something inside of me.

How long has she been suffocating herself?

"Why are you doing this?" her voice cracks as she asks.

"I am reminding you," she frowns in confusion, "that it is okay to cry when you are in pain, Dhivti Verma," I continue.

A sob breaks out from her mouth and she tries to cover it by keeping a hand on her mouth. I can no longer see her like this and before I could stop myself, I pull her towards me and embrace her tight.

Just when I feel that she will pull back from me, she guides her hands towards my neck, hides her face in my chest and hugs me back. She holds me tight as if I will disappear if she lets go.

She breaks down.

Completely.

"Let it out, Dhivti. All of it. I am here, ready to hold you for as long as you want me to," I say, softly.

I let her cry.

As far as I know, she has not really let herself feel her emotions since a very long time and that has just made her mentally relapse. She has suffocated internally.

I really wish I could suffer the pain on her behalf. All of it.

My mother was the only woman in my life who made me desperate to take all her pain away and now, this woman in my arms right now makes me feel the exact same. No other woman mattered to me more than my mother for me to feel so damn protective, but Dhivti Verma makes me want to shield her from anything or anyone that brings her any kind of harm and, I will.

"Jahaan," I hear her soft voice.

"Yes, Dhivti?" I answer immediately.

She said my damn name and that alone is enough to bring me on my knees. My name sounds the best, coming from her.

"What is it, Dhivti?" I ask when I receive no reply from her.

She tries to pull away and I loosen my grip on her.

She has been crying since the past one hour or so.

She recedes and looks at me with her doe eyes that are now puffy and red due to all the crying. Still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, though.

I stare at her.

I am completely and utterly in love with Dhivti Verma.

"You can't look at me like that," she whispers and lowers her gaze from me.

"How?" I ask.

"With that emotion," she says, hesitantly and a smile instantly comes across my face.

Love. The emotion is love.

"Why?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. She darts her eyes towards me.

She just shakes her head, "because I don't think you will ever be able to see the same emotion in my eyes, Jahaan."