TUM JO AAYE

CHAPTER 5

RUDRA'S POV

"Getting all dressed up, just to meet the publisher. Something looks fishy." Ekansh uncle said and I fisted my hand. I strongly wanted to walk up to him and teach him a lesson. How can he say something like that to her?! Not even her but any other girl?! She wishes to wear whatever she wants and nobody can stop her.  

Even if he finds her outfit strange, that's his perspective. So why even bring it up? Her parents support her choices, and she feels comfortable, so who is he to impose his views on what she should wear? But what took me aback was her thoughtful reply.

"Kehna padega Meenakshi aunty, aapka fashion sense bahut acha hai." The words hung in the air, and Meenakshi Aunty's brow furrowed in confusion as she replied, "Thank you, beta, but how did you realize I have a good sense of fashion?" A playful smirk danced on her lips as she cast a sidelong glance at her husband. "You see, by observing the rather questionable choice of clothes you picked for Ekansh uncle and how he described my attire, it's quite clear that uncle's sense of fashion is alarmingly low." 

As these words sank in, the man's face flushed a deep crimson, anger radiating from him like heat off a stove, while the woman's complexion drained of color, a shadow of uncertainty crossing her features. The atmosphere shifted, thick with tension, as the unspoken implications hung overhead.

Her response filled me with a profound sense of pride, as it became clear that she stands unyielding, needing no one to guard her choices or her essence. With remarkable confidence, she navigates the complexities of her relationships, effortlessly placing people where they belong in her life. It brings me a deep sense of comfort to witness how tenaciously she defends her beliefs and fiercely protects those she loves, embodying a resilience that is both inspiring and reassuring. Her parents observed her with contrasting expressions. Her father's face beamed with pride, his eyes shining with admiration, while her mother's brows furrowed slightly in tension, worry evident on her features. It struck me that instead of concern, her mother should embrace pride; after all, in a world where countless girls often relinquish their self-esteem in the face of elder disrespect, this girl stood resolute. For her, self-esteem was not just an emotion; it was her guiding principle, a shield against the judgments of others.

As she shifted to leave, her gaze caught mine, and in that instant, it felt as though time had come to a standstill. My heart raced, threatening to burst from my chest. Her deep chocolate brown eyes, warm and inviting, found their way into my black ones, pulling me into their depths. I became completely entranced, as if the surrounding world had faded away, leaving only us in that electrifying moment.

My eyes conveyed emotions deeper than words ever could, and as I gazed at her, a soft smile formed on my lips, almost without my awareness. The way she looked into my eyes ignited a whirlwind of feelings inside me, driving me to the brink of madness. I find myself daydreaming about the moment when I can finally wrap my arms around her, holding her close. Being by her side has become my singular desire, overshadowing everything else in my life.

 Her eyes were like an ocean of kindness, yet they burned with an undeniable fire. They sparkled with determination and courage, drawing me in deeper. And that cute little nose of hers—so charming! It's almost amusing how much fierceness she holds in such a delicate feature. Her petite figure radiates a sense of delicacy and purity, making me feel the need to shield her from the harshness of the world. She truly embodies a rare innocence that deserves to be protected amidst the chaos that surrounds us.

The world can be a harsh and unforgiving place for her. She embodies a serene purity akin to a flowing river, clear and untainted. Her essence shines bright, as radiant as white, untouched and innocent. She is like a dove, graceful and gentle—a true symbol of peace: my dove, a delicate treasure in a tumultuous world.

The sharp sound of a car horn cut through the air, stirring her from her thoughts. She blinked and turned her gaze toward the door, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Glancing back at her parents, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flickered across her face as she called out, "Maa, hum jaa rahe hain." Her voice carried the weight of all the unspoken emotions swirling inside her.

I didn't like it when she said she was leaving. It feels unsettling to hear someone say they're going as if it leaves an open door for doubt. It makes others wonder if they'll ever see that person again. I don't want to lose her; she means too much to me. The thought of her not being around is something I can't bear. She's my dove, and I want her to stay close.

"Jaa rahi hu nhi, jaa ke waapis aati hu kehte hai." My words cascaded down my tongue, twisting and curling in on themselves like ribbons unfurling, each syllable weighed down by the weight of unspoken thoughts.

She abruptly halted in her tracks, her body poised as she turned her head toward me, sunlight glinting off her hair like golden threads. My gaze softened as I took in the delicate curve of her jaw and the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity, making the world around us fade into the background.

"I'll be back." The words slipped from her lips with a gentle cadence, like a calming breeze stirring the leaves on a quiet afternoon. As they rolled off her tongue, they wrapped around me, creating a cocoon of warmth and reassurance. The intonation held a promise, resonating deep within as if stirring echoes of forgotten hopes. This simple declaration put an unexpected ease into my heart, instilling a sense of calm and a glimmer of anticipation for her return that soothed my restless spirit.

As she turned her head in a deliberate gesture, a sense of finality washed over me. She stepped out of the house, the door creaking softly behind her. With each step she took, it felt as though she was carrying away a piece of my heart, leaving me in an echoing silence that made the walls feel even more confining. The sunlight poured in, illuminating the space we once shared, but now it seemed empty and devoid of warmth.

As she left, I turned my head and met the notorious lilac eyes belonging to none other than Adhir Maheshwari. He raised his eyebrows with a mischievous glint in his eyes, playfully teasing me as he flashed a sly grin. 

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