Love Uncharted : Unknown Territories Of Love

CHAPTER 20

DEDICATED TO SASSYNOOR
AND .... 

TO THE GIRL I DON'T KNOW. I GOT A DM ON INSTA @FLAOLIFE (MY ACCOUNT)

I DON'T KNOW HER NAME . INCASE SHE IS READING THIS...THANK YOU

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3rd person's pov:

A figure lay on the cold floor, curled up in a ball. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were closed. Was she sleeping or perhaps unconscious? The question remained a mystery. He approached her, shaking her gently.

"Mishti...Mishti," his warm hands met her moist cheeks. She struggled for breath, yet her eyes responded. Her eyes were tired, swollen, and stained with fresh tears.

She knew it would pain her, but still, she chose love; love and pain came hand in hand.

"Shhh...don't cry," he consoled her, his voice soft and soothing. Perhaps he forgot that he was the reason. He took her in an embrace, rubbing her arms. Once upon a time, this was her home, but now the same arms made her feel suffocated. How can the same gesture make you feel different? Maybe that's why human emotions are complicated.

Her fingers moved against him, giving him a light push. She tried to get up out of his hold or maybe out of his sight. She needed space. All she wanted was peace and time to cry, to let out the burden and let go of all the pain. But it seemed like space and peace didn't want to accompany Mishika. They too abandoned her, just like the man sitting beside her.

"Careful," he held her firmly, preventing her from falling, but then what about her tears?

"I will go myself," lifting her hand in the air, she gestured him to stop. Her voice was heavy and cold, her throat almost dead from crying.

She shouldn't cry; it's not good for her. No, no, no. What if something wrong happens? He is a doctor, but it seemed like the fact was forgotten long ago. He may have been the best doctor ever, but can he be a good father?

"Can we talk?"

"Speak," her cold voice was cold enough to give tough competition to tough ice. Somehow, it scared him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The audacity of this man. First, he throws things, talks rudely, and then plays victim. How can he?

"Because you never care."

"I do care. Can't you see? I am struggling. I almost lost everything. Can't you understand me for once?" He didn't talk but rather threw his words, expecting her to catch.

"Understand? If I weren't understanding, I would have left. I never said anything till now, but I'm not a fool. I know our circumstances are not good, but that doesn't give you the right to make me a punching bag. You come home and shout at little things. Was it my fault? It's not just you; it's me too.",her voice was calm opposite to her words.

Is she right? Punching bag? Was I wrong? His subconscious knew all the answers, but he was being egoistic. My pain is bigger than hers, he said to himself.

Months back, on the day when the Rathores went back, they met with a road accident. For a moment, Ekansh thought he lost them all at once, but now they were all fine. Slowly, things were getting back on track. It was just Kritika who was seriously injured, and so it was Mishti who distracted Aryan for a while and explained him. Kritika, being hospitalized, left all worried. How can a child live without his mother? But seems like God was generous enough and didn't want Aryan to stay away from his mother for long.

The entire time period came out like a storm in their relationship.

Defeated, what can he say to make things better? He can argue. Correction, he almost argued until his eyes met her. Her eyes were covered with dark circles against her pale complexion. Her skin was dull, and seems like she shed her weight off. She looked fragile.

"I am sorry..", he accepted his defeat.

"Hmmm" She tucked unto bed, turning her back as if dismissing him.

"Just hmm? Was it even a response?" He didn't know what to do. His hands ached to touch her and hold her forever. He knew he had made a mistake, but can't she forgive him? He knew she wasn't sleeping. He could hear her sniffles. He didn't want her to cry.

Making his way to bed, he wrapped his arms around her. She was alert and still. He could feel it. He kept his head on her shoulders. His lips met her neck resulting in a kiss. Home
This is what

"I won't let you go....never." He whispered, hoping she would hear him, hoping she would forgive him. But she remained silent, lost in her own thoughts, her own pain.

While mishti was sleeping in a dreamless sleep, ekansh was busy thinking about their baby

Yes a baby. THEIR LITTLE ONE. A mere thought of his existence made him smile.

He moved her palms to her stomach and corrected her position. He couldn't believe. A Father to be.

That box. It had small pairs of shoes and a card which says...hii papa. I will meet you soon.

Stupid idiot ekansh. Why did you open that late, he scolded himself.
Will it be a girl? He wanted a princess. But then he wanted a boy as well. He can never show but only he knew that he has never been this happy in his lifetime.

All thanks to that beautiful girl beside her. He kissed her again and lost himself to sleep.

Among all the chaos, there was a beautiful ray of hope. A HOPE FOR BETTER FUTURE.

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Author's note❤

I am just going with flow. When i started i just knew it was a arrange marriage plot. So just to let you know that this is not planned.

I work according to comments, mood and environment. ❣