✔️MAJOR SAMAR (Until The Adieu)

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♡Saanjh x Samar♡

Saanjh: I don't care! I'm not comfortable with this-I'm just not ready! [Her voice shaking slightly]

Confusion furrowed his brow, an expression of concern crossing his face.

Samar: What are you talking about? [His tone softening]

Her words left him bewildered; he sighed and moved towards the table, picking up the red floche adorned with delicate ghungroos. He extended it towards her.

Samar: Just hold this for a moment, please. [His voice encouraging]

She shook her head vigorously.

Samar: You're part of this marriage too. Just trust me a little, alright? [His tone reassuring]

With hesitance, she reached out and grabbed the end of the floche, pulling it close to her. He let out a relieved breath as the tension between them eased slightly.

Samar: Whenever you feel afraid or stressed, or if there's something weighing on your mind, please communicate with me, with this, okay? [Looking into her eyes earnestly]

He waited for her response, and she gave a small, tentative nod.

Samar: I'm genuinely only trying to help you; it's perfectly fine if you don't want it. [His voice steady]

Saanjh: I'm so sorry. [Her tone filled with regret and a hint of sorrow]

Samar: It's alright. I understand. Dinner is ready, so let's eat together. [He offered a gentle smile]

She nodded in return, and he left the flouche and walk out of the room, she collapsed onto the bed, pressing her mouth tightly shut to suppress a scream escaping her lips.

The next morning, she awoke, glancing around the room; he wasn't there. She stepped out, hearing the sounds of chopping and cutting, and followed the noise until she reached the kitchen entrance. He looked up at her with a warm smile.

Samar: Good Morning! [His face lighting up]

Saanjh: Good morning! Why are you doing that? I can take care of it. [A hint of protest in her voice]

Samar: Why can't I help? [His eyebrows raised in playful curiosity]

Saanjh: You'll be off to work soon; you'll tire yourself out with all this! [Worry lacing her voice]

He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

Samar: It's just a warm-up for me. Your father must have done this kind of thing too, right? [His tone lighthearted]

Her small smile faded, replaced with melancholy.

Saanjh: Yes, he did. The best husband anyone could ask for. [Her voice trailing off]

Samar: Alright, I've chopped up the veggies and kneaded the dough; you can handle the rest, right? [He removed his apron with an encouraging smile]

She nodded, taking over where he left off, and he smiled as he rushed back to their room to get ready.

As she laid out the food, she noticed him emerge from the room in uniform. Her eyes widened, captivated by the sight of him. He caught her gaze and raised an eyebrow.

Samar: Is something wrong? Did I forget something? [His tone teasing]

Saanjh: Men in uniform always look so dapper, regardless of their personality. [Admiration shining in her eyes]

He laughed.

Samar: Ouch... but thank you! [His smile warm and playful]

Samar: I can't eat now; I'm already running late. [His expression turning anxious as he slipped on his shoes] Please don't prepare lunch for me; I probably won't have time to eat it either, and definitely don't mention this to my mother!

His last sentence echoed as he dashed out the door. She chuckled softly and raised a hand to bid him goodbye but hesitated, feeling a strange heaviness settle in her chest.

Falling back onto the bed, she stared at the ceiling fan spinning above her. Negative thoughts and unsettling memories flooded her mind, tears streaming down her face and soaking into the bedsheet. Exhaustion weighed down her eyes, and before she knew it, she drifted into a deep slumber without even feeding her stomach.

♡Thankyou ♡