Peace In the Chaos (On Hold)

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His breaths came in ragged huffs, his sweat clinging to his body like a second skin under his clothes. His hands rested on her knee, his body bent in a desperate attempt to catch his breath after a grueling early morning run. He wouldn't have gone for a run, not usually. But the events of the night had been replaying in his mind, a relentless loop he couldn't escape. The memory of her soft, full lips on his was a celestial experience, an unearthly lightness that had momentarily lifted him above his worries. It was the only solace he had found amidst the turmoil churning in his mind.

The kiss had been impulsive, a sudden act that surprised her. He could feel her initial astonishment, the stillness that followed as he held her close, reluctant to break the connection. Her face reflected a mixture of disbelief, skepticism, and a flicker of hurt and fear that was almost imperceptible. The euphoric feeling that had enveloped him vanished, replaced by a wave of crushing guilt. It consumed him, prickling his skin with a thousand invisible thorns, like scorching needles. He yearned to apologize, but the words wouldn't come. He wasn't sorry. He didn't regret a single second of the kiss, of feeling her so intimately connected to him. Not for a moment. However, the circumstances and timing of the kiss were a different matter entirely.

He had been the one to hold her the night she had bared a piece of her soul, revealing the melancholic shadows of her past. He had promised himself that he would never let her feel that kind of vulnerability again, that he would shield her from the pain she had described when she felt helpless. And yet, here he was, unknowingly echoing those very feelings she had confided in him. Her lips might have been still, but her eyes spoke volumes, revealing a depth of emotion he had never witnessed before.

The air in the room hung heavy with unspoken tension, thick and suffocating. The rhythmic rise and fall of their breaths was the only sound in the otherwise silent house, a stark reminder of their shared space. Sanya lay beside him, immobile and quiet. He could feel the tension emanating from her, a palpable wall erected between them. He desperately wanted to reach out, to offer some comfort, but his hand trembled in mid-air, paralyzed by the fear of causing further damage. Each breath he took felt like a violation, each movement a stark reminder of his misstep. He tried to conjure the warmth of her skin, the scent of her hair, the soft curve of her lips, but they felt like a distant dream, fading memories of a moment irrevocably lost.

The piercing blare of a car horn jolted him back to the present, shattering the fragile peace. The events of the night flooded back, vivid and raw, as if they had just occurred. Resuming his run, he beelined to his home back to her, and breaths labored as he realized how difficult it is to ignore her, to be far from her when all he really wanted was to be as near her as he could, where he wishes nothing stand between, absolutely nothing, where he wishes he could unrestrained permit to have the taste of heaven as he did last night. He wished.

"Ohh...someone's on a spree to impress his wife I see." he heard someone comment and found Ananya to be the someone, he resolute to simply ignore her. Nothing, but the sibling feud that never ends. Its starts with a bicker and ends on another.

"I don't need to do it. She is already pretty impressed and thus she is wife." Anu snorted at him.

"Overconfident, aren't we...Ohh Bhabhi, can you come here and help my sweet brother come out of the delusional bubble he has created around him." Anu waved over to Sanya who was emerging from her room, ready to leave for work soon. Sanya's cheeks heated up at the mention of her husband.

"I will get freshened up." she heard Siddhant speak up and before she could interrupt, or stop him, to talk about whatever Anu mentioned he was rushing inside their bedroom. Their Bedroom, it was the first, she felt the room to be theirs. 

"What happened?" Anu patted the place beside her hinting her to garb it to get the gossip and Sanya was quick to do so. She loved Anu in that house a lot, and it was mostly because she was younger to her, and she wanted and wished to keep her free spiritedness alive. No, it wasn't a need in that house, but it seemed as if she wanted to do all those things for her, she wished someone did for her.