Layers of Us

Chapter 28: Mrs. Kapoor In True Sense

The days had passed in the blink of an eye, and now the moment had arrived — the day Tripura and Ram were finally going to Amritsar.

Their time together in Delhi had been filled with so many little moments that had brought them closer.

The stolen bear hugs, the soft kisses on the forehead, and even the gentle hand kisses had become a part of their everyday rhythm.

Tripura, once so hesitant and guarded, had found herself looking forward to these little gestures of affection from Ram.

She couldn't quite explain it, but there was a comfort in it. It was a strange feeling, one that made her heart skip a beat every time, but she didn’t want to think too much about it. Not now.

Today was a day of change, a day of transition. The hustle and bustle of the house was palpable, but Tripura found herself caught in the small, beautiful moments that made her heart flutter.

As the morning sun filtered through the windows, casting its golden glow, she prepared herself for the journey ahead.

The excitement of Amritsar felt like a distant thought compared to the presence of Ram and the unspoken connection that had grown between them.

As she finished getting ready, she stood before the full - length mirror, adjusting the drape of her saree. It was a deep maroonish red, the fabric flowing elegantly, hugging her form in all the right places.

Her long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, the gentle curls adding an effortless charm. She had kept her makeup minimal, just a touch of kajal to accentuate her eyes and a soft gloss on her lips. She looked at herself, not sure if she was ready for what lay ahead, but trying to look the part nonetheless.

The door to her room opened, and she heard Ram’s voice. “Tripura, chol der ho rahi hai,” he called out, his tone casual as he adjusted his wristwatch, not looking up.

She turned towards him, but before she could say anything, Ram looked up — and his words caught in his throat. There she was, standing in front of the mirror, her saree flowing like a dream, her hair catching the light in a way that made her look ethereal. Time seemed to slow down for him in that moment, and he couldn't help but just stand there, mesmerized by her beauty.

Tripura, noticing his gaze, turned fully towards him with a raised eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Mr. Kapoor,” she said, her voice soft but playful, “how do I look?”

Ram blinked, breaking free from the trance he was in. He couldn’t help but smile as he walked toward her. His steps were slow, deliberate, but his eyes were still locked onto hers as if trying to read her soul.

When he reached her, he took her hands gently in his, his fingers brushing against hers with a softness that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

“You truly look like a goddess, Tripura,” he said, his voice low, each word filled with sincerity. There was no teasing, no playfulness in his tone this time. His gaze was intense, and as he looked at her, Tripura could feel the weight of his words. His honesty was disarming, and for a moment, her heart skipped a beat.

Tripura’s breath caught in her throat. His words lingered in the air between them, and she couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. She quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she tried to brush off the intensity of the moment.

“Thank you, Mr. Kapoor,” she said, her voice soft, the blush on her face deepening as she tried to regain some composure. She gave him a shy smile, not quite meeting his eyes as she tried to focus on anything other than the overwhelming effect he had on her.