The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. I checked the time it was 5 AM. I stirred awake, my body unusually well-rested, something I hadn't felt in years.
For a moment, I lay still, letting the peaceful silence of the early morning sink in. But then I became aware of something—or rather, someone.
There she was, my wife, my bird, Meera.
She was snuggled into me, her warm breath tickling the crook of my neck. One of her arms was draped across my chest, and her legs were tangled with mine. Her face, soft and serene, rested against my shoulder. The sight of her so close, so peaceful, made my chest tighten in a way I wasn't used to. The feeling was new because I have never allowed a woman to come this close to me. But her being in my arms felt like a missing piece finally found its place. And I wished the time would stop and I never have to leave her.
Careful not to disturb her, I reached out and brushed away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her face. Her features, partially hidden, were like a puzzle I wanted to solve. My fingers lingered for a moment longer than they should have, but I didn't care.
She grumbled in her sleep, a soft, almost inaudible sound that made me chuckle. She wrinkled her nose, her lips parting slightly as she shifted closer to me.
"Adorable," I murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her cheek.
"My bird," I whispered, the words slipping out like second nature.
And then, my eyes landed on the small mole near her lips. Wanna kiss that, don't you? My subconscious mind's voice intruded, sly and teasing.
Shut up, I retorted silently, though my gaze lingered on her lips for a fraction longer than necessary.
Come on, Arjun, my inner voice persisted, just one kiss fallin love it takes. It's not like she'll mind. She kissed you plenty last night, didn't she?
I frowned. She did that out of worry, not... whatever you're insinuating.
Oh, really? And yet you're thinking about it now. I groaned inwardly, forcing myself to look away. But even as I tried to distract myself, memories of the previous night came flooding back.
I remembered the tremor in my hands, the suffocating weight in my chest, the darkness threatening to swallow me whole. I had been facing that after that incident but it had stopped. Indeed I had to go through multiple therapy but it did stop. But the last night seeing the accident on the road and the rain something shifted in me it started again. I felt helpless thankfully there was a driver yesterday otherwise I don't know what would have happened. I thought the medicine would help but after seeing it scattered the memory of that day appeared I lost hope but an unusual thing happened.
It was her who stayedby my side.
Her soft voice, her warm hands, the way she didn't push me but simply stayed by my side. The way she pulled me close and told me it was okay to let go. And for the first time in years, I had. For the first time, I'd fallen asleep on a rainy night without the crutch of medication. Just her presence was enough.
