𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 : 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

40 | ꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀ

What happens when a person is deprived of life? His light? A human touch and the will to carry out his existence like a normal human being and be happy?

He turns into someone like me.

Normal? I never tried to become one. I ceased that part of my life a long time ago. When an unexpected incident took place and shoved me into a reality I never wanted to live.

Till now.

Stella.

It casts it's warmth where the darkness lies, providing comfort and life to the one who deprives it, a guidance for someone who lost his way back home, a shelter for someone who thinks nobody is there to watch his back, for those who think they have no assurance if someone is actually looking up to them from afar, making sure they are safe and secured.

Irony, isn't it? My wife is all about the name she has. The one who casts light and warmth wherever she goes. Maybe, for the first time when my mother suggested she'd be by my side, I was skeptical about it. I had no interest in ruining someone with my own shadows; my own life has been made from the bridges of disappointments and shattered pieces; I didn't want her to drown in my darkness. Or what I think that would have been the case.

But how gracefully did she prove my theories wrong? How beautifully she embedded herself in our lives, so thoroughly, so deeply that there is not a single day we can imagine about without having her by our side?

I never loved to be proven wrong as much as I do now after having to share my life with her.

Now, watching her sleep in my bed, roaming in my house, giggling with my siblings, fighting verbally with my sadist brother, and being loved by my parents and grandparents makes me want to freeze the moment. I was never a fan of sharing my family's attention with anyone else. But with her, it makes me want to name their all the time and affection after her and her alone.

She ran away the first minute she got. Leaving me smiling like a fucking simp and not that I am against this idea. If this is about to change into something more intense and dangerous than it already is, then I am scared.

I am terrified of the lengths I'd go for this woman.

For a moment I want to think that it won't be the case, that it isn't possible. But she is Diya. Everything is possible if she has her hands behind it.

I wasn't lying when I said we should give chances to each other, leaving all the baseless statements and unwanted memories behind. A part of me is not ready to think that my presence will suffocate her. Because that's what I am. I am insufferable and absolutely unlikable if things aren't in my way. Let's take an example of another man near my wife. No man—no fucking one being—looks at my wife and gets to live normally. That's one of the traits I share with my brother. Our women are off limits. Period.

The day ended blissfully. It's not just that; I had the best fucking time ever. Wasting my day roaming and playing around isn't something I am pleased with. My time is important for me, as is my work. The unmarried Advait would have laughed on my face and called me unreasonable and irresponsible. My days should be productive and usable. My nights are reserved for the planning of the upcoming days. This was my schedule for the last 8 years. Wake up, crash to the gym, go to the office, and be home by 11.