Ishita turned her car slowly into the narrow alley where the Batra clinic was situated.
As the car inched forward, she could make out the outline of a white executive sedan. It was him. He was here. She braked and dimmed the lights, turning off the engine. The windscreen wipers stopped abruptly and the rain and darkness further obscured her vision.
Thunder roared in the skies above her, and the rain poured down.
Raman had seen the headlights of an approaching car, and his panic subsided as he realised it was her. "But why the hell is she so late?" he fumed as he opened the door and got out of his car.
He strode towards her, the rain pouring on him, soaking his white linen shirt and plastering it to his body.
Gusts of wind whistled past him, bringing a sudden chill to the Delhi night. He did not care. He could not even feel it.
All his energy, his entire being, was focussed on one goal, on one person - and she was just metres away from him now. No rain, no tempest, no act of God or man was going to keep him from his woman now.
Blinded by the rain, Ishita had not seen him coming.
Or perhaps it was the tears that had sprung unbidden in her eyes that obscured her vision. She was here. He was here. And what she said to him would change her life.
Could she deal with the fallout, the consequences of her choice?
But she had no choice, she realised, as she heard a knock on the car door.
She turned her face to the window and saw him standing there, drenched, his shirt fluttering in the wind.
She unlocked the door and he opened it, slowly. He put a hand forward towards her and she put her hand in his. He pulled gently until she was up,standing, facing him. The rain and wind lashed at her too, moulding her pale blue cotton salwar suit to her contours.
Her hand was still in his.
"Ishita?" his voice was thick with passion, trembling with desire, yet uncertain, her name a question. He put forward his other hand and captured hers, entwining his fingers through hers, his thumbs stroking her palms gently.
Her name had never sounded so beautiful, she realised, as she stared at him with her heart in her eyes, searching for and finding a reciprocal love in his.
His face was inches from hers, but only their entwined hands touched.
"Can I trust you?" She asked, her voice soft, her words filing him with hope.
"Yes" he said simply. "Hamesha" (Always)
"And last night?" she asked, determined not to drown in those eyes, as the rain eased magically to a gentle drizzle, droplets cascading down their faces, her voice caressing his ears.
"Nothing happened my love, nothing at all. Yes, I admit I was trying to fight this, I was trying to fight you, every way I could. But I was lost the day I met you Ishita. There will never be another woman for me. I realised that last night. I can't fight this. I don't want to fight this. I want you, only you. I love only you. And I always will Ishita. Hamesha chahoonga tumhe. Hamesha pyar karoonga tumse. Hamesha." (I will always want you. I will always love you. Always)
"Why couldn't you have told me before Raman?" She whispered brokenly. "Mein ne appa se waada..."
(I've promised appa....)
"I didn't know jaan. I'm sorry, I know things won't be easy, but Ishita, give us a chance. Tell me you love me. Please tell me you love me."
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