REYA SHARMA
She's got the eyes of innocence, the face of an angel. A personality of a dreamer and a smile that hides more pain than you can ever imagine.
VAYUSH KASHYAP
"...Her eyes make me think of wide open skies that I've never actually seen, onl...
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As I opened my eyes, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room.
The bed beside me was empty, the sheets still faintly holding the shape of where he had been.
My heart raced, and the lingering fear of his upcoming departure for war gripped me. Had he left without saying goodbye?
"Vayuu!" I called out his name but there was no response from the other end.
I slipped on his shirt, the fabric carrying his warmth, but it did little to calm the unease creeping through me.
As I walked towards the door, the sunlight followed, spilling into the hallway as I made my way to the kitchen, my mind racing with thoughts of losing him.
But then I saw him—bathed in the soft morning light, standing shirtless by the stove, quietly making breakfast.
The sight of him, calm and steady, immediately washed away the fear that had tightened my chest.
He glanced over his shoulder as I entered, his eyes lighting up as they met mine. "Good morning, Sunflower!" he said with a soft smile, his voice pulling me back from my fears.
I rushed into his arms, unable to hold back the wave of emotion that surged through me.
As I wrapped myself around him, my grip tight, tears pooled in my eyes, blurring the sight of him.
His warmth, his steady heartbeat beneath my ear, reminded me that for now, he was still here—safe, in my arms.
He held me close, his hands gently stroking my back, sensing my unspoken fears.
He held me a little tighter, sensing my vulnerability. "Does it hurt down there?" he asked gently, concern lacing his voice.
I shook my head, giving a soft pat to his chest before dipping my face into his broad frame.
"Shut up! I thought you'd already left," I whispered, my voice muffled against his chest.
The thought of him being gone, even for a moment, had stirred up more than just worry—it was the fear of losing him to the unknown.
He gently lifted my chin, his eyes locking with mine, filled with tenderness.
"Tujhe bina bataye jaunga to mera dil kese lagega?" he whispered, brushing a soft kiss against my forehead.
I tightened my hold around him, the quietness wrapping around us like a fragile veil.
The only sound breaking the stillness was the soft ticking of the clock, each second a reminder that our time together was slipping away.
My heart sank deeper with every tick, knowing the time for his departure was approaching.
His flight was scheduled for the night and though he was heading to Bangalore to be with his parents, the thought of parting weighed heavily on me.
