ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs
Tia ᥫ᭡ Saransh
"I like you. Saransh ji, I truly do a lot, but I'm not sure what love is because I've never felt it."
"Then let me show you what love feels like by painting you in the color of my love, sona.
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To those discovering hope to live the life they deserve amid their gloomy circumstances.
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The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue across the room. I sat there, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, staring into the depths of his eyes. They were deep, almost like pools of warmth, pulling me in. I had never seen such sincerity before, and yet, here he was, asking me a question that felt like a dream and a nightmare all at once.
“Aap meree ardhaangini ho, Ita. Chaahe kisee bhee paristhiti mein hamaaree shaadi huee ho, main is shaadee ko ek mauka dene ko taiyaar hoon. Kya aap mujhe apane pati ke roop mein sveekaar karogee? Kya aap mujhe is shaadee ka mauka dogee?”
He asked, his voice steady but laced with vulnerability.
I felt a lump forming in my throat. How could he ask me this? Didn’t he know my past? Didn’t he see the shadows that clung to me like a second skin? I was a widow, a burden, a walking misfortune. My life had been a series of losses—my mother when I was born, my father when I was just a child, and my husband, who had left this world within a month of our marriage. I was a bad omen, a jinx. How could he want me?
“Main aapake laayak nahin hoon, Dev jee,”
I mumbled, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Main vidhava hoon aur ek apashakun hoon, jisane apanee shaadee ke ek maheene mein hee apane pati ko kha liya. Aap mere jaisee vidhava nahin balki kisee behatar insaan ke laayak hain, Dev jee.”
As I spoke, I could feel the weight of my past pressing down on me. I was nothing compared to him, a man with dreams and aspirations, someone who deserved a life full of joy and love. Not a life intertwined with the ghost of my misfortunes.
But then, he spoke again, and his words pierced through the fog of my despair.
“You're more than enough for me, Ita. Now you're not a widow; you're my wife, my better half, and you're not better—you’re the best. You're the best thing that has happened in my life, Ita. You've completed me. Now I can say I'm not an orphan; I have my wife, and I have a family now.”
Tears rolled down his cheeks, and I could see the craving in his eyes—the longing for love, for family, for connection. It was a look that melted my heart, and for the first time in years, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I could let someone in.
“Kya aap mere parivaar banege?”
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Tropes
Age gap Sunshine × Sunshine Greenflag ml Innocent fl Widow fl Soft romance Slow burn
