𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍: 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬

46|| 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒

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Where there is great love, there are always miracles

~Willa Cather

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THIRD PERSON'S POV

Rudraksh stirred in his sleep as sunrays hit his face. His hand stretched on the bed to find his wife, but frowned on feeling the cold bed. Laying on his back he opened his eyes and stiffed his yawn, raking his hand through his hair.

He looked at the time which was half past eight and sat on the bed, raking his hand through his shiny locks.

It was his birthday and like every year he would visit gurudwara and then to the orphan with his family. He looked here and there in the room to feel his wife's presence, but the room was empty.

His gaze then fell on a beautiful bouquet of blue and white flower, kept on the coffee table in their room. He went and picked them up and was surprised when he saw that those flowers were made up of silk ribbons. He traced his hand through them and smiled feeling the softness and then saw a note stucked in between them.

Keeping the bouquet in one hand he took the note in other and read what was writing in it

Though, these are not real flowers, but they are eternal, just like my love for you. Real ones would've withered with time, they won't, just like my respect for you won't.

You are the most beautiful person and every thanks to God is less for sending you in my life. But still, won't back off for being greatful to him.

I Love You, birthday boy <3

Waheguru kare, aapko meri bhi Umar lage <3

With love, your Mithiye <3

Ps: made them by my own hand, don't distort those, hehe:)

Rudraksh grinned, smiled, frowned, blushed, was surprised and laughed while reading the note. Every emotion, which only his wife can bring out on his face with her one note.

He traced the beautiful flowers which his wife made my her own hand. Kissing the note he kept those safely and sighed dreamily with a smile, but pouted seeing her absence.

Huh, what is this behaviour. Technically she should be here and wish me happy birthday with her beautiful smile. But no, madam has work.

He complained about his wife to himself and looked at the phone when it rang before picking it up.

"Yes Rahul?" He spoke in his bossy tone and waited for his reply.

"Sir, happy birthday."

Rudraksh pressed his lips and nodded, "Thank You, you called for this?"

"Uh- Yes Sir." Rahul stuttered and Rudraksh rolled his eyes.

"Don't you think, I'm too grown up for you to wish me Happy Birthday?" He asked grumbling like he wasn't the one complaining a little while ago, about his wife not being here to wish him the first thing in morning.

"Sorry Sir." Rahul muttered and Rudraksh sighed.

"Never mind, Thank you Rahul." Rahul smiled and Rudraksh hung up the call, and walked into the washroom to get done with his morning chores.