Vaidehi - His Second chance [On Hold]

38. Puja

नैनो की चाल है, मखमली हाल है
नीची पलकों से बदले समा
नैना शरमाये जो या के भर आए जो
तमाके रुक जाए दोनो जहाँ
रब की नेमत है तेरी निगाहें
जिसमे बसती है उसकी दूवायें
ऐसी नैनो की बातों में कोई क्यूँ ना आए
हो ओ ओ ओ तेरे नैना, तेरे नैना, तेरे नैना रे
तेरे नैना, तेरे नैना, तेरे नैना रे

✦Sankaar✦

Life is like an ocean—wild and chaotic.

Its waves may try to engulf you, sometimes overwhelming you with their force. Yet, at other times, you may choose to surrender willingly, finding solace in their silence.

In surrendering, you let yourself flow with the waves, discovering moments of peace among the remnants washed ashore.

In the embrace of the waves, I found my sanctuary, my peace. By letting myself flow with them, I discovered that sometimes, tranquility is found in surrendering to the ocean's rhythm.

She was the wave and I was washed away by her.

And it's fucking beautiful to be in her embrace, to be hers. As I watch her peacefully cuddled against me, I can't help but think about her.

She is my world, and I swear, whatever good karma I've collected in past lives, it led me to her.

I run my fingers through her hair, earning a soft, soothing hum that goes straight to my heart, which is beating faster beneath her head. Careful not to wake her, I reach for my phone on the stand and check the time. It's 5 a.m.—my usual time to wake up. But today, there's no way I'm leaving this beautiful woman beside me, no matter how much my routine calls for it.

Sighing, I take her hand in mine, tracing the intricate mehndi design on her palm, trying to spot my name hidden within the patterns. I know she must have it tucked away somewhere in those swirls and lines.

My gaze shifts to her parted lips, almost brushing my chest in her sleep. Memories of last night flash through my mind—a night I'll never forget. But I stop myself from dwelling on it, not wanting to wake her this early. Instead, I focus on tracing the mehndi until my thumb lands on something: SVSS.

I knew she was possessive, but this much? I can't help but smile—I love this side of her, how much she shows it.

I grab my phone and somehow manage to take a photo of her hand, then toss the device aside. She always calls it a "dabba" anyway. Gently, I slide a pillow under her head, replacing my arm, and tuck the blanket around her. I could have kept her teddy, I mean coco beside her but I really despise that no human being to do this. I pull the curtains closed, making sure no light disturbs her sleep.

She had told me to wake her early, something about a festival—ah, Karva Chauth—but there's no way I'm doing that. She's probably tired and needs her rest. Besides, I can always come up with a lie.

No, you can't—you're a terrible liar.

That's Ma's opinion, not mine. She just loves to remind me why I'd make a lousy politician or lawyer.

Quietly, I slip out of bed, untangling her fingers from mine. She's holding on a little too tightly for someone asleep, as if she's afraid to let me go. "I'll be right back, love," I whisper, kissing her forehead and tucking her unruly strands behind her ear before they dare to touch the eyes that look at me with so much love.