Better Together | ✓

Epilogue

• Two Idiots •

Understanding a person is like peeling away layers of an onion, one at a time. Initially, we see only the outermost layer—the smiles, the small talk, the surface interests. It's a glimpse, a mere introduction to who they are. But as trust builds, these layers start to shed, revealing deeper dimensions—their fears, their dreams, their vulnerabilities, their secrets, their dark thoughts.

It's a powerful feeling to know that someone trusts you, that someone sees you as their safe place—their confidant. They trust you with their innermost thoughts and feelings, knowing you'll hold them gently, without judgment. To be entrusted with such blind faith is a beautiful responsibility, a testament to the strength of your connection.

Aadarsh sat at the dining table with his phone in his hand displaying his emails and a cup of tea beside him but his gaze was trained on his wife. It had been over a month since Ruhaani had confided in him, since she had voluntary shared with him about Pari's birth.

Ever since then, he saw her in a newer dimension. She shared snippets of her past with him—her feelings, her sadness, her bitter moments, her longings.

They had even had a conversation about Harsh. She had been reluctant initially, but he had nudged her to be open. She told him about the first time she had met him, of how she had taken to liking at first sight. The green monster had seized him so badly back then. She had liked Harsh instantly, but when it came to him, she had almost rejected him at their first meeting.

"Not being petty, but I look better than him." Aadarsh pointed out as the green-eyed monster spat out fire.

Ruhaani glanced at him with a smile, "you said you'd not compare," she reminded him of her condition that she had placed to share about her past, about Harsh— which he had accepted.

"Just stating facts, not comparing. You got an upgrade," he murmured, idly tracing circles on her fingers as they lounged entwined against the plush headboard of their bed.

Ruhaani chuckled, "in a way, but Harsh was a very kind person. You know the kind who will voluntarily offer help and make sure the other person is comfortable. I loved that about him."

"Yeah, and here I am, tormenting people with just a glance," Aadarsh murmured wryly.

Ruhaani leaned back slightly, a playful glint in her eyes as she gazed up at him. "You're so cute," she muttered, reaching up to pinch his cheeks.

"Shut up," Aadarsh muttered, teasingly withdrawing his arm from around her to gently push away her hands.

"Hey, I love you, no matter how stubborn, annoying, sometimes immature, and occasionally inconsiderate—" Ruhaani continued with a grin, her words flowing playfully.

Aadarsh couldn't help but smile at her rambling and leaned in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, effectively silencing her. She responded with a smile against his lips, her playful spirit shining through.

"Wow," Ruhaani uttered, once he broke the mind-numbing good kiss. She didn't even realize how she had ended up being against the mattress with him deliciously pressed against her body.

They gazed at each other. "How I wish I was your first!" he said softly, "...and you were mine."

Ruhaani smiled at his words, reaching up to affectionately caress his cheek, "Maybe we were meant to be each other's forever."

Aadarsh's lips curled up radiantly and he kissed her forehead. "You definitely know how to say the right thing at the right time just like you know how to push my buttons."