Beyond Words

35. Talk

Vishrut POV

"Vishu...Vishu", a sweet velvety reached my ears, and a soft hand shook me to wake me up. Gripping the hand I pulled her on me.
"Good morning, Cupcake", I said stroking her hair. I opened my eyes feeling a hard slap on my cheek.
"Leave me, you idiot.", Vikram was on me, his wrist in mine. I quickly removed the hold and murmured a sorry. 'I have gone mad' scolding myself I went to fresh up.

"I thought of finishing the photoshoot in a day. I have a meeting to attend", Vikram and I are in the living room waiting for Adaa and the team to arrive. 
"Why?"
"Adaa and I are not the type to have a pre-wedding shoot, it was just for our parents. So, it would be better if we complete early." I nodded, returning in time when we went to Chowmahalla Palace. 

"Stop", she said pushing the mobile aside.

"I don't like to click pictures. and they won't be good if I pose just lick randomly." "She said pulling me along with her.
"You know I like to capture the place I went but I don't want to be in that. I don't know why people care more about pictures than enjoying the moment. click the pictures to capture the moment but don't want the moment just to capture the picture. we can't find anything when we turn back a picture should give you a lot of memories and that's only possible when it's random." I smile at her nodding. 

Just as she said I took a hella lot of random pictures, capturing her inner beauty, her natural smile, serene memories, that child's innocence, kid's joy, the rarely known her. I saw her that day, the true and pure self of her.

"let the smile be a little wider and bring the shy girl out", the photographer said to adaa who was in Vikram's embrace. His hands were cupping her face, her hands were fisting the side of his shirt both of them looking into each other's eyes. I can literally feel my every part burning with jealousy.

I have come here to pursue her but today seems no luck, she is completely busy with the photoshoot and I am busy avoiding them. Whenever I see her with other men, it burns me. Not because she is with them, but because she isn't with me. I want to be the reason she smiles, I want it to be my touch that makes her feel things, make her feel secure, warm, and crave.

"That's a wrap.", shock was literally seen on her face. she doesn't know that it was only for a day. She turned to Vikram, I guess to ask. They made their way to me as we walked to the car. They passed out halfway back. I shook Vikram up he drowsily got up. 
"I will leave her in the room, you should sleep.", I told him as he was going to the back door of the car to pick her up. I scooped her up in my arms, her hands automatically wrapped around my neck snuggling closer. Taking a deep breath to control myself I went inside her room and laid her on the bed. A thought of changing her dress struck my brain as sleeping in sarees is not always comfortable but pushing it aside I Covered her with the sheets.

"Stay", It was barely a whisper and her eyes were still closed. I kneeled to her side so that I could take a good look at her face, and I gently stroked her hair. 
"No Adaa, you will regret tomorrow", I said in a low voice. Her eyes half opened.
"But I want you", at last innocence in her eyes wins. I went beside her and tried to maintain my distance. my stupid heart won't bear it if she reacts otherwise tomorrow morning. 

"Did you miss me", is that even a question?
"at every breath I took", I said, and she came closer looping her hand around my waist and placing her head on my chest. I pulled her closer not resisting anymore and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. 
"I missed you a lot, lot, lot. You cannot even imagine. You have become my thought when I wake up and my last thought when I sleep. Whenever I eat food, a thought strikes 'Did he eat?'. Whenever I see some movie, a thought of sharing with you arises. I missed your warmth while I sleep, your food, I missed your sweet touches, I missed those talk of silence, I missed cooking for you, I missed your hugs, smell, care everything. I end up thinking about you in everything I do, my heart somehow relates to you." I could feel my dress getting wet, I just stayed still letting her vent everything out.