A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-67 [Burning together]

SIDDHARTH'S POV

"This is your time to collect the trophies."

I just witnessed the biggest, most precious, the trophy of my fucking life give importance to the tiny ones, without a single hint about how insignificant their position in her presence.

If only she knew that she was the biggest win of my life, after her everything else just seemed like rocks in front of gems.

Today was marvelous. If I could choose a day to relive on a loop for eternity that would be it.

The moment my lips stroked her cheek, the very when they left the imprint of the biggest confession of my life, that,
I, Siddharth Kapoor Khanna had never belonged more to anyone or anything more than to her, not even to himself.

The confession, made with the same, or maybe even more faith - carrying which people pray to their God.

It altered my brain chemistry and I hadn't breathed the same since. The air scattered around me too held a different charge in it.

I let out a soft breath, patiently waiting for Myra who went to get something from Abhir's car and apparently I wasn't allowed to follow.

A small smile made its way to my lips as I recalled earlier moments.

Everything went well, it was just perfect. The pooja? Great., no security or privacy blunder.

My most cherished project was still a secret, just how I wanted it to be, until I was ready to make the big reveal in a press conference.

Though rumours still flew here and there, but if anything they only did good to my business.

Nothing could go wrong, not now that my wife, the woman of my heart, had placed the foundation brick with her own hands. The place was now as blessed as I was.

And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Myra proved me wrong and as always I was delighted to lose to her.

She walked up to me with the brightest smile ever. A rare jump in her steps, excitement clearly dripped out of her eyes.

My smile stretched, as I resisted the urge to put a hand on my chest and let out a lovesick sigh.

"I have something for you." Stars glinted in her gaze as she stopped right in front of me. My back reminded to the car while facing the woman with utmost curiosity and anticipation.

"And I can't wait a second longer." She had already taken at least 15 minutes to bring this from a car parked literally 200 meters away.

The next few seconds passed in blur, like a dream as she unwrapped the large rectangular piece while I stood there holding my breath.

The second that white wrap came off, words completely vanished from my system. All I could do was stare at what was handed to me with my heart sliced open in my chest.

My wife had just gifted me a painting, not just a painting but the one she made, all by herself.

Every shade, colour, shape was designed by her.

At first glance it was just a family picture, of all of us sitting in the living room, smiling.

But when one looked closely, it was a mirror to my heart.

The fact that she traced her fingers, sculptured every part of me wanted me to let every shackle holding me back be in pieces right at her feet.

For the first time, I was the art.
She made me feel like one.