Saundarya ~ The Epitome Of Sacrifice

Chap 40- The Proposal and Initiative

Guys....Sit in an AC room...It's very hot outside...Drink plenty of water and Give your eyes some rest from all the activities you do on your phone.....They deserve some sleep too...

VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: An Umpteenth request, the dialogues are long and are in hindi but please do read them, the translations are also available, but I like the Untranslated one better, they convey the emotions more.

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Saundarya's POV,

He looked irritated and his ears and eyes had turned red. The veins in his temples were throbbing as I slowly massaged his scalp, making him sigh and exhale when his body gave up and he laid down on me, his head on my lap.

His eyes were slowly drooping, as he fluttered them to keep awake. There was this sudden urge in me to pull his hair, and I did, not refraining myself.

He hummed in satisfaction, and looked into my eyes, with his limpid green orbs that were engaging enough, like the summer leaves in high up trees infiltrated by sunlight, or the evergreens deep inside the forest at night which repelled when light shone upon them. Like the fresh wands of grass or the newest bud cradled with sepals on the thin delicate stem, it was like the soul of nature which shone like emeralds with a silvery and sparkly gaze when it met mine.

And there, I was lost in them without even realising myself, they were in slits, hooded up to certain extent, a lazy smile on his face as his voice broke the foreboding silence, the melody tearing through the sheath of wall formed around us, only us within the four boundaries the rest as if evaporated along with the hate, treachery, the foul words which blended along with the good.

Huskiness and heaviness with slight fun and tease hidden, but with love laced and poured in them.

"Aur kitna ghoorengi hamen Hamari Nalin?" [ How much more will you stare at me, My Lotus?]

"Aap hamare hi to hain...Ghoor nahin Nihaar rahe hain..Aapke in aankhon ko, jismen hamesha ki tarah, grishm ke saras mein halki lehron mein doob rahe hai, varsha mein khil khilate bheege hue ghaans ke maidan mein kho jaate hai, door door tak bas hara hi hara, jaade ke mausam mein lagaye chai ke bagan mein daudte hue hum, ek bhool bhulaiya ki tarah, jahan jaye bas harit, harit ke siwa aur kuch nahi.."

[You are mine only...I am not staring at you, but beholding the sight I am seeing...Your eyes, in which like always, like the summer waters with the ever so light ripples, I drown, like the sparkling wet grasslands of the monsoons, in which I let myself get lost, till my eyes can see, it's just green, like the tea plantations in winters, through which I run and make way, like a maze, wherever I go, it's just green, except the greenery it's void..."]

It was just me and him. He sat up and cupped my face in his large palms, his warm hands clutching my cold cheeks, the cold wind blew, with the heat of the scorching sun, high up in the sky, it was noon. In that day of December, which was warm and springy during the day and bone chilling cold at night, in Jodhpur, a place once foreign to me was him, only him that I knew, I loved, I cared, I wanted to be with, my whole life, which was of left.

"Rikt nahin hai ye aankhen...Gaur se dekhenge, dhyaan se niharenge to Aap dikhengi, aapke liye bhara hua prem dikhega...aap se Prem karten hum, aparimit tatha athah...Nahin naap sakte is prem ko, na hum na aap, jab se aapko dekha tha, tabse ye aankhen bas aap ko hi khojthi thi, aapke darshan ke liye tadapti thi..Kisi aur ki chahat mein itna nahi tadpe jitna aapke liye tadpe hain, aur tadapna bhi nahin chahte...Banengi hamari ardhangini Preeya,wada karte hain aapse, hamare liye hamari devi hai aap, shakti ki swaroop hai, kabhi bhi in gaalon par krandan ke chihn nahi aane denge, in honto par hamesha ek hasi rahengi..Bas aap ek haan kehdijiye...Aapke haan kehne ya na kehne par bhi hum aapko khush rakhenge.."