Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 "Hukum-sa edges me into a longing I never knew existed, savouring every moment of our suhagraat." ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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(18+ smut written ‼️ )
Left alone, I took a deep breath, steadying myself as my heart pounded with nervous anticipation. Just a few steps away was the threshold to a new beginning, shrouded by a large, transparent curtain draping down the middle of the room. I reached out, brushing the delicate fabric, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me.
Crossing through, I entered the main room, my eyes adjusting to the soft glow of candlelight filtering through the canopy surrounding the bed. The entire scene was a symphony of elegance...a rich, woven curtain pulled back to reveal a magnificent canopy, draped gracefully on either side, framing the bed in perfect symmetry. But it was what hung above the bed that took my breath away.
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My footsteps faltered, I froze, mouth slightly open as I looked up, utterly spellbound.
A massive frame loomed above the bed, within which lay a carefully preserved mosaic....a masterpiece of petals. Fifty-two roses, each petal laminated and woven together in breathtaking detail, formed my face. It was as though he had taken the very essence of each flower, arranging every curve and shade to capture my likeness in a way that felt both intimate and monumental.
My heart squeezed, my chest tightening as I took in the sheer magnitude of it. The roses he'd once rejected were here now, turned into something even more beautiful...a quiet masterpiece that held the weight of so many unspoken words.
Slowly, I moved closer, hoping on the bed, mesmerized. My fingers hovered near the edge of the frame, as if touching it might somehow bring this impossible creation to life. I could feel my eyes misting over, my vision blurring as I whispered to the empty room.
"Raj..." His name escaped my lips like a prayer, my voice barely more than a murmur. No one had ever done something like this for me, something so tender yet so grand. I'd thought he'd thrown these flowers away in rejection, but here they were, every single petal preserved with a level of precision that spoke louder than any words. Each petal felt like a fragment of his heart, carefully arranged to reflect back the love he held but so rarely revealed. My eyes moistened, quiet and warm, as I hugged myself tightly, letting the moment wash over me.
