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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
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*Ranvijay's POV*:-
My heart was at unease. It thudding erratically, as if it would jump out of my ribs any moment. That was the effect of the sight in front of me, exuberant and sprightly.
Nishtha.
She had been on my mind since the past night, neither had her thought left me nor the words spoken by her.
An unconscious smile spread on my face at the remnants of the previous night. Her words heavy with emotions and honesty managed to pierce through my heart. "Ibaadat ho aap meri."
There was this intensity in her words that left me speechless, into a mirage that made me shudder and question-
Will I ever be able to love her the same ?
"I already do.," came the clear reply.
My heart was at unease and all I needed right now was Nishtha's hand on my chest, patting my chest softly as she assured me about the things going all fine.
But she had done everything but that.
Just like she said- "I haven't forgiven you." And she actually hasn't forgiven ne yet. Hell she hasn't even looked at me with her dimpled smile.
After the words last night she hadn't spoken another word with me. The previous night, atleast I could sleep preacefully, with my arms wrapped around her as I basked in her warmth.
Upon waking up the bed was empty and I was pulled back to the harsh reality. I hated this feeling that gnawed me, the deprivation of her warmth tugged me harder when I found the room empty too. Everything just felt naturally cold and unloving.
I looked around our room, balcony, closet and scanning even the cupboards, in the hopes of finding her hidden inside.
But she was neither in the closet nor in the balcony, doing her daily quota of Yoga.
I could simply sigh in distress, my mind had already started listing down ways I could earn her forgiveness.
The first one was to impress her. Do something that would cause her eyes to bawl out at my sheer handsomeness.
And I did exactly that, wore a crisp white kurta and pyjama that I had hoped would seduce her into talking to me, even scolding would be fine with respect to the current situation but she did everything but that.
Then when I stepped down the stair railings, feeling royal and expecting her to get lost in checking me out, she literally rolled her eyes and walked away.
She even had her breakfast earlier to avoid me !
When I got to know this, a faint pout had made it's way on my lips.
Banda ghar jaldi aay toh bhi daant padti hain. (A man comes home early and still gets scolded.)
And then throughout the time, Nishtha royally ignored me like I didn't even exist.
