Velvet Whispers:The Tango Of Two Hearts ✔️

16. She's indeed my life

Fear is an emotional response to a perceived threat or danger. It can be triggered by a real or imagined threat and often results in physiological changes like increased heart rate, sweating, and heightened senses.

And for a moment,whenever the fear of a world without Aadrika mistakenly crosses my mind, it's as if the very essence of life is drained out of me. My heart, usually so full and vibrant, feels hollow, as if someone has ripped the core of my being away. The mere idea of her absence is unbearable to me, making me question my very existence.

Just the thought of her-my Sprinkles-bearing even the slightest scratch could sent a searing pain through my entire body as if her pain that is my own, amplifies a thousandfold. So, how could I let anything, or anyone, harm her?

And then, the sight of her drowning, struggling against the depths, brought a terror so primal it robbed me of breath. My chest tightened, and lungs refused to draw air, as if they too were submerged in the same icy waters.

The world around me faded, and my focus narrowing to the desperate need to save her. Nothing else mattered to me - not the water closing in around me, nor the cold liquid seeping into my bones. All that existed was my Sprinkles, and the suffocating need to pull her out of that nightmare, to bring her back to safety, to life, to me.

The moment I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her out of the water's grasp, I felt the breath finally return to my body. The suffocation eased, but the fear, the fire, and the need to protect her remained, a constant reminder of how vital she was to me.

At that instance I realised Aadrika Roy Sharma is not just the love of my life, she is indeed my life, my everything, and the thought of losing her is a reality I could never accept nor would I let happen.

But the sight of her shivering, whether from fear or the cold, clenched my heart with a vice-like grip. The laughter that had once filled the air had long since faded, replaced by hushed murmurs and gasps from those around us, but I couldn't care less about any of it.

My only focus was on Sprinkles-on steadying the tremors in my own hands and bringing her the warmth she so desperately needed. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not the judgmental stares or whispers, not the chill in the air-just her, and the overwhelming need to pull her back from the edge of her fear, to shield her from the cold, both within and without.

I tried to unwrap my arms from around her, wanting to slip off my coat to cover her, as her soaked dress clung to her in a way that left her exposed and vulnerable. But the moment I began to move, she tightened her grip on me, clinging to me as if letting go would mean the end of everything. Her voice, small and trembling, broke through the haze of my thoughts, "Please, please don't leave me."

Those words shattered something deep inside me. The realization that, even in my arms, she still felt unsafe-that she still feared being alone-was more heartbreaking than anything I could have imagined.