His eyes were neither too dark nor too light, a shade where solace resides-the kind that could both ignite you like fire and freeze you like ice, evoking feelings you've never experienced before.
༺♡༻
*IF*
What a word, isn't...
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She dismisses my existence like a hater, while I treasure hers like a lover. What a perfect match we are, Sweetheart.
- Verdant Menon
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The living room was engulfed in a heavy silence as Kapil knelt before Mr. Banerjee, gently holding his hand, trying to comfort him with his warmth.
Mr. Banerjee, however, remained stoic, his thoughts a whirlwind, unable to articulate a response.
Mrs. Banerjee stood behind the sofa, her hands tightly clasped, anxiety written all over her face.
"Mama, please believe me. Ranjini really loves Gautam. I've seen her cry without him," Kapil began earnestly.
But Mr. Banerjee just sat there, numb, struggling to comprehend the weight of Kapil's words.Mrs. Banerjee's eyes welled up as she thought,
What if her father says no? Doesn't our daughter deserve happiness?
Sensing the turmoil in Mr. Banerjee's heart, Kapil tried once more, his voice filled with emotion.
"If you ever considered me your son, Mama, please let her marry him. Gautam is a gem."
Mr. Banerjee sighed deeply before finally nodding his approval, a gesture that brought an instant, wide grin to Mishti's face.
Kapil, overwhelmed with gratitude, thanked him profusely before stepping back to give them some space.
Mrs. Banerjee, unable to contain her emotions, stepped forward and embraced Kapil, who hugged her back, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.
Just then, Mrs. Banerjee's eyes fell on Mishti, and she asked in a soft, questioning tone,
"E ke, Kapil?" [Who is she, Kapil?]
Kapil glanced at Mishti, and a smile naturally spread across his face as she stood there, looking confused because she didn't understand Bengali.
"Aamar hobu bou," Kapil said, blushing as he spoke, and Mrs. Banerjee immediately pulled Mishti into a warm hug.
