"Pyaar toh Aaj bhi hum unse utna hi karte hai, par ilzaar iss Janam mein shayad na ho paye"
Meera's words went unheard as she sat in front of the mirror, dressed as bride.
(Even today I love him the same amount, but maybe I won't be able to express...
As I leaned against the temple wall, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as Meera emerged from the Pandit's house. She looked stunning in the black anarkali, her eyes flashing with a hint of defiance. I had specifically told her to wear white, knowing full well she would disobey me. And now, here she was, dressed in the exact opposite of what I had requested.
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"Meera, aap jaan lelogi meri," I said, my voice laced with a hint of sarcasm as I pushed off the wall and approached her. (Meera, you will take my life)
Meera raised an eyebrow, her expression unyielding. "Aapne toh kaha tha safed pehno, Agastya." (You told me to wear white, Agastya.)
I chuckled, a low, husky sound. "Ah, but I knew you wouldn't listen. ."
Meera's eyes narrowed, her lips pursed in annoyance. "Aapne Jaan buchkar kaha tha na... Because even you are wearing black!?"
I smirked, my eyes locked on hers. "Shayad main aapko usi rang mein dekhna chahta tha Jo aapke fiery spirit se match kare" (Maybe I wanted to see you in a color that matches your fiery spirit)
Meera huffed, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment. "Hum aapko kabhi samajh hi nahi paayenge, Agastya" (I will never understand you, Agastya)
I offered her my arm, my smile growing wider. "Chale, meri Rajkumari?" (Let's go, my princess?)
With a sigh, Meera took my arm, and together we walked towards my car, the black anarkali shimmering in the sunlight like a dark, alluring secret.
As we glided through the streets, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine, I couldn't help but steal glances at Meera. Her eyes were fixed on the passing scenery outside, her profile a perfect blend of elegance and strength. I wanted to break the silence, to ask her about her dreams, her passions, her fears. But something held me back. Maybe it was the fear of shattering the tranquility of the moment, or perhaps it was my own hesitation to reveal too much of myself.
Meera, too, seemed lost in thought, her gaze never wavering from the window. I wondered what was going through her mind, what secrets she kept hidden behind those piercing eyes. The silence between us was palpable, yet it felt oddly comforting, like a warm embrace on a chilly night.
As the minutes ticked by, the silence became a tangible thing, a living, breathing entity that wrapped itself around us. And in that moment, I realized that sometimes, it's in the quiet moments that we find the most comfort, the most understanding. Without a word, we both knew that this silence was a beginning, a foundation upon which something more could be built.
Third person POV:
As they pulled up to the grand estate, Meera's eyes widened in awe. "Agastya, ye...ye Ghar nahi mahal hai!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. (Agastya, this...this is not a house but a palace!)
