VOWS OF MARRIAGE | ✔ [Under Editing]

51 | New Beginnings

📜 SIDDHARTH 📜

The sharp pain in my head grew intense but I forced myself to ignore it, focusing on the screen of my laptop. My fingers moved mechanically over the keyboard, producing a continuous tip-tap sound that echoed in the otherwise silent room. I had been staring at these numbers and charts for hours now and my eyes had also started straining against the harsh glow of the screen. Despite my best efforts, my mind was restless, racing with a thousand thoughts that had nothing to do with work.

Finally, when my patience wore thin, I gave in. With a frustrated sigh, I switched off the laptop, the screen fading to black, and leaned back in my chair, resting my head against the headrest. A loud grunt escaped my lips.

Soon, my gaze drifted, almost automatically, to the window that dominated one side of the room. This office, nestled within the heart of the palace, offered a view that was nothing short of breathtaking, a view that I usually found calming. Serene.

The lake outside the window sparkled in the moonlight, its surface was shimmering as the moonlight hit the water waves, transforming the lake to resemble flawless and pristine. The moon, hanging high in the sky, bathed everything in its ethereal shine. And for a moment, just a fleeting second, I allowed my lips to curl into a smile, a tiny, helpless smile at the sheer beauty of it all.

What muse could be more powerful than the moon in all her glory? For a poet, there was no greater inspiration, no purer vision of beauty and tranquility.

But then, my eyes were drawn by something far more divine than the moon's beauty. I found her. She was seated by the edge of the lake, motionless, almost as if she were the piece of the night itself.

I sucked in a big lungful of air and my heart swelled to twice its usual size as my gaze worshipped her.

Mira.

She looked exquisite and so lost in her thoughts while she rested her hand tenderly on her swollen belly, where our little miracle lay snuggled. The sight tugged at my heartstrings, flooding me with a love so fierce, so overwhelming, that it nearly brought tears to my eyes and my throat became constricted as not a single word could come out of my mouth.

I let my eyes linger on her, taking in every curve and line, every perfect detail that made up the woman who had become the very center of my universe. She wasn't just beautiful. She was ethereal, a living, breathing vision that made the world around her fade into insignificance. She wasn't just resembling a Goddess. She was a Goddess, in every sense of the word. My Goddess.

But it wasn't just her beauty that took my breath away-though that alone could bring me to my knees. No, she was beautiful in a way that went beyond her physical appearance. It was the way she existed, the way she moved through life with kindness and strength that left me speechless. She was beautiful in the way she stayed true to herself, in the way she fought for what she believed in, for us, for our love.