✶𝑴𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 ✶
Two people completely in love and inseparable but ......one big incident changed their life and they got separated.... what will happen when destiny brings them together and tie them In a knot of marriage...
After a dark and stormy night, the morning finally broke bright and clear. I lay in bed, Shivani nestled in my arms.
The events of the previous night had left me reeling, a cascade of shocks and revelations that robbed me of sleep. But it wasn't just the tumultuous night that kept me awake. No, the true reason for my sleeplessness was the surreal reality of Shivani in my arms, a long-held dream finally realized.
I had often imagined a morning like this-her body close to mine, her hands draped around me, her warm breath brushing against my neck.
I think her body is far more comfortable with me when she is asleep than when she is awake. As if her body accepts me wholeheartedly, but her mind hesitates. In her unconscious state, she is completely at ease, but consciousness brings a barrier between us.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt Shivani nestling her face into the crook of my neck, disturbed by the sun rays streaming through the window.
Gently, I tightened my hold on her, drawing her closer without waking or frightening her. Closing my eyes, I let the warmth of her body seep into me, savoring the moment.
I needed to believe that this was real, that I wasn't dreaming, and that the events of yesterday weren't a nightmare. Everything I had learned about her was true.
I opened my eyes and gazed at Shivani's sleeping form. Despite everything she had endured, her heart remained kind and pure, like the soft light of the moon.
It might seem easy, but it's not easy at all. In a world where kind people are often seen as fools, do we understand the strength it takes to stay kind and gentle?
Imagine the violence it took her to become this kind and gentle because this kindness and gentleness didn't come from the absence of violence but despite the abundance of it.
I placed a quick kiss on her forehead, careful not to wake her, and slowly moved out of bed. Walking towards the window, I closed the curtains and turned around to check the time on the clock opposite me.
It was showing 8 PM. Walking back to Shivani, I pulled the covers up to her neck. Her body felt a little hot; she had a slight fever, likely from the panic attack, nightmares, and all the crying.
