Passion & Dilemma

59. Shower

Prerna's POV

"Here," I said, pulling out a handful of tissues and passing them to Sarthak.

He sat in the passenger seat, quietly sobbing because of being overwhelmed my very simple confession, that did not seem simple to him.

He took the tissues, pressing them against his eyes.

Who would’ve thought my love confession would turn his eyes into a waterfall?

"Are you really this upset about me loving you?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. "You don’t want to be with me?"

But instead of easing up, the air got even heavier. Sarthak pulled the tissues away and turned to look at me, his eyes red and watery, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

Even while crying, this man managed to glare at me.

His nose was red, his lips slightly crimson, and his tear-streaked face was… well, oddly endearing.

I felt protective of him.

I don't know why but I like this about Sarthak, that he does not really hesitates to show his real and raw emotions.

"Don’t talk nonsense," he snapped, his voice thick with tears. "Even if the world ends, I won't ever let you go. Especially not after your confession."

His words hit me right in the chest, planting themselves firmly in my heart.

Waiting for eight years and seeing all those prayers finally answered—it’s hard to put that feeling into words. Some emotions just stay in the heart, unspoken and unexplainable.

Even if it took us a very long time, Sarthak and I did finally get what we had been longing for.

When things aren’t in the right place, everything falls apart. It is painful but necessary. Because only then the things can be put back where they truly belong.

I too found my right place only after falling apart.

I reached over, gently wiping his tears with my thumbs. "I know."

Leaning closer, I softly kissed his red nose and he pressed his lips in a thin line, forming a tiny dimple.

"Honestly," he murmured, his voice quiet as he wiped another tear, "you being this romantic feels so strange. I might die because of this sudden change in our relationship dynamics."

"Should I stop being romantic, then?" I asked, handing him another tissue.

"No. I wouldn't mind dying such a beautiful death." he said, his voice all serious and dramatic.

I was about to scoff but he followed the cheesy words by loudly blowing his nose in the tissue and threw it outside the window.

"Tch tch tch tch," I groaned, clicking my tongue in disapproval. "Why don’t you finish crying first before acting so damn dramatic?"

I started the engine, shaking my head as he sniffled, finally calming down a little.

"Don’t call my emotions drama, at least," Sarthak muttered, glaring at me weakly.

"My apologies, Your Highness," I said with mock reverence, bowing slightly in my seat.

We completed the rest of the journey in silence. Neither did I break it, nor did Sarthak. By the time we reached home, he had managed to regain his composure.

Today felt like a very long day. A lot of things happened, but everything that happened was amazing.

When we got home, we found Dadi in the living room, playing Sudoku.