Vaidehi - His Second chance [On Hold]

43. Her Magic

Faili thi siyaah raatein, aaya toh subah leke
Khama si zindagi mein jeene ki wajah leke
Khoya tha samundaron mein, tanha safeena mera
Saahilon pe aaya hai, tu jaane kis tarah haan leke
Kuch toh hai tujhse raabta
Kuch toh hai tujhse raabta
Kaise hum jaane hume kya pata
Kuch toh hai tujhse raabta

✿ Vaidehi✿

Sometimes, when life becomes adamant, you must demonstrate just how far you're willing to go for what you truly desire—showing fate that it holds no more power over you than dust. While it may be tempting to rely on lifeboats to escape the turbulent seas of life, such moments are rare. Ultimately, what truly matters is learning to swim and navigate through the challenges that fate throws your way.

Sanskaar and I are inseparable; nothing can tear us apart. This belief isn't merely a reflection of my faith in myself, but rather a deep-rooted trust in him. I see that trust mirrored in his eyes, even when he doesn't remember me.

Had it been just me, I might have given up without even trying. But I refuse to succumb to despair because I know he is still with me, even if we are physically separated by mere meters. I possess the strength and the unwavering faith he has instilled in me, and that will carry me forward.

And then, I have his infectious smile, the one that lights up even the darkest moments. I have his heart, the one he entrusted to me. It's my duty to safeguard it—at all costs.

Therefore, what I am about to do next should be seen as nothing more than fulfilling my duty.

A duty I'd relish performing, especially when it means being assisted by him personally.

I stifled a laugh, watching how his expression faltered for just a second—taken aback by my choice of words. Of course, he'd twist "personally" into something else. That dirty mind of his.

I know you too well, husband.

I cleared my throat, walking towards him, circling him slowly before meeting his gaze. "Shall we start?"

He only hummed in response, eyes never leaving mine.

"Good boy." I clapped my hands, feeling a rush of excitement, then turned around as if to find a seat—before stopping myself. Why should I be the one searching for a chair? What's my man for?

"Now, go and get me a chair."

"Excuse me?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

I smirked, twirling a strand of my hair around my finger. "Quarter-time brain loss, part-time hearing loss, and full-time memory loss..." I muttered, flipping my hair with a flourish that lightly brushed his face, wiping away any trace of his smug composure.

His face was priceless.

And then I heard someone clearing their throat—of course, it was the artist, that unwanted third wheel in our love story. Honestly, I'd need a whole tire remover at this rate to get rid of all the extra wheels in our lives.

I shot him a glare, and he blinked back, looking sheepish.

"Kya hai? Aaj se pehle ladki nahi dekhi kya, aandhe?" I asked, folding my arms, my tone dripping with annoyance.

(What is it? Haven't you seen a girl before today, blind man?)

He shuffled his feet, probably regretting all of his life choices up to this moment.

"Aur agar itna nahi dekha ja raha hai na, toh aage ke liye aankhein band kar lo, warna kab saans band hogi pata bhi nahi chalega," I lowered myself to his level, my voice carrying a dark edge as I threatened him.