Love... Never Dwindles ! (Completed)

49 - Sometime post eleven

Diya rolled uncomfortably in her bed. She could not help but fret over the thought of Rohit and his well being. It made her extremely restless. Post Rohit leaving his cabin to converse with his father Diya too left for her home.

Chirag who had been driven with worry when Diya did not answer her mobile was relieved to see her at her home. Her parents and Chirag tried to speak to her, but she refused to acknowledge anyone and just ran upstairs to her room.

Let her be for now. She had heard Chirag say downstairs. Tomorrow morning itself I will come here again and then speak to her.

Diya just took a shower and changed her clothes before heading towards her bed. But she was not able to sleep at all.

What about my company? My online site? Will I be able to revive it again? Will I receive the same response as before?

What about Rohit? Is he okay? Where is he? How did the conversation go with his father? Is he mad at his father? Is he still mad at me?

A plethora of questions on the same lines ran through her mind. She turned to her left side and reached for her mobile on the night stand. She noticed the time on the screen as she unlocked her mobile. It was half past two in the night.

She opened call logs and searched for his name. He hand hovered over his number for a moment contemplating whether to dial him or not.

She finally tapped on his number and held the mobile to her ear. To her surprise he picked up at the first ring itself.

"Hi." His voice came out soft. She sensed the sadness and tiredness in his voice.

"Hi."

Both of them were silent for a moment. They had no idea of what to speak to the other.

She heard him let out a sigh.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"Outside your house."

"What?" She spat. She jumped out of bed and rushed outside to the balcony of her room. She saw him standing outside the gate of her house. His car was parked beside the fence and he was leaning against it. With his mobile in his hand, held at his ear he looked up at her.

Diya rushed back inside her room and rushed to her closet. She immediately pulled out a cardigan. As she wore the cardigan she tiptoed down the stairs towards the main door.

Carefully she opened the front door and stepped out. She tried to be as silent as possible as she did not want to wake up her parents. She then made her way towards Rohit.

Just as she stepped in front of him, he seized her into a tight hug. She almost stumbled back at the sudden gesture but balanced herself. His head was cradled in the crook of her neck and shoulder. While his hands were firmly wrapped around her. Diya too hugged him back. They held each other in embrace for a few minutes.

Diya tried to step back and free herself but he opposed to leave her and held her tightly in place.

"Rohit." She softly said as she rubbed his back. "Please let go off me... I am not going anywhere."

He reluctantly unwrapped his arms from around her and took a small step back. He was still not ready to have any space between them.

She looked up and met his gaze. She noticed the dullness in his eyes. Of course he was taken aback, hurt and dejected. Anyone would feel so when they got to know the lack of their father's belief in them.

"Since how long have you been waiting over here?" She asked.

"I reached here sometime post eleven."

"Oh God! You have been just waiting since then... Rohit, why didn't you come inside?"

"I did not know how to face you..."

Diya fell silent. Her damage was entirely his fault. But was he to be blamed so harshly? That was a question to ponder over. She had no words to speak.

Or maybe they did not need words. Atleast Rohit did not. Having Diya in his proximity seemed to calm him down and slow down his thought process. Which was more than enough for him at the moment.

He reached for her palm, which was resting against her side and held it gently. He had missed and yearned for this feeling tremendously, in the past five years of them being apart. And especially in the past few months since he returned and saw her again.

Her determination to win him back made him contemplate over the direction of his thoughts. He had been wrong in judging her, he hadmisunderstood her and most importantly he had heard her wrong. Because even though he heard her first, she was the one who had to suffer his insult in front of a crowd. He had made himself clear that night to have neither any interest in her nor any fascination towards her.

Even then on his return, just as he stepped out of the plane, there she was standing, waiting for him. The five years which he was away, he had tried to learn the art of controlling his feelings. But seeing her at the airport, made all his suppressed feelings to be bought back on surface. Somehow she bought it out of him. Just her sight created a havoc in his mind, her presence escalated the longing and her proximity made blood rush through his veins.

It was today that he realized what a huge blunder he had created. His misconception and ego had made him blind which made him seek revenge.

And who was I seeking revenge against? The girl who had backed me up and shown her trust and belief in me. That too in front of my father. She is quite the opposite of the image I had conjured of her when I heard her conversation five years back. How could I be so foolish?

He would have continued to remain a self obsessed, irresponsible and notorious guy if it were not for her mistake. The mistake which she had unknowingly made and which she could have got out off as well within no time. But she dared to bear the blame over herself rather than let him lose respect and belief for his father.

As he toyed with her fingers, she gazed at him. He refused to meet her eyes and did not even wish to make a conversation. She decided to not push him and to just go with the flow. As of the moment he was in front of her eyes along with a calm mind which was enough to calm her nervously beating heart.

Rohit had no idea of how he should apologise to Diya. After all the entire mess revolved around him. It was that which stopped him from dialing her number and from ringing the bell of her door. And that is why he just waited outside her house.

Finally, now that she was in front of his eye, he decided to come straight forward and clear towards her.

With both of his hands he gently held her palms together and said, "I am sorry."

Her gaze turned upwards and met his. She noticed the clear remorse in his eyes. He was repenting for his actions. He had just said three words but she knew the meaning they held was much more.

His misjudgment, his insults, his anger, his ignorance, his created distance, his rude behavior, his revenge attitude, his refusal to accept her apology and even his attempt to destroy her were the things he was apologetic about.

She nodded. and instead of saying the words I forgive you, she did something which held more fondness to the both of them. She slowly lifted her hands and cupped his face. She lightly stroked his cheek with her thumb.

He rested his hands on her waist and leaned towards her. And just like the othernight, she made the first move. She captured his lips into a warm wet kiss. But it felt more delightful than the previous one. Because now real feelings were involved. Rohit shifted his hands to her back and pulled her closer, against his body and tried to pour all his emotions of fondness towards Diya into the kiss.