Metanoia ✔

16. The Feeling Called,Love-II

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Thank you!

The morning came,while bringing a new beginning for someone.
As usual, Siddhant would wake up early in the morning to stare at her beautiful, divine face. He would smile at her and the yesternight's event kept roaming in his mind, how she tried to ignore him and those tears,which had a hidden meaning behind them.
He smiled at the early morning incident, when he found her face touching his chest and their hands intertwined. He believed that she was scared, being his wife, yesterday night,when he was late coming back to home. But this closeness, void in these past few months, seemed quite surprising for him. She never tried to cross the limits beyond the line of pillows they made,neither he,but that day.
Leaving these thoughts behind,he woke up and went to washroom.
As he stood infront of the mirror, surprise enveloped him. Gaping,he covered his mouth,with his palm,at the reflection.

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Siddhant was left bewildered with the morning's incident. He couldn't believe at what he saw. His mind was diverted while his hands were busied,finding a suitable shirt for that day.
He would twitch his lips, blink his eyes continuosly and stare at both the shirts he had in his hands, as if thinking alot.
"Peach or White?"

"White one..
Peach doesn't suits on you.."
Immediately, a voice hit his ears,while he stood infront of the Almirah. His trail of thoughts broke when he saw Avyakta behind him.

"White?"
He asked her once again, while she nodded nervously. She bit her lips, once he went inside the washroom.
She didn't know why but it was a small suggestion,which she wanted to give him. She was being affected alot by his presence alot,courtesy, yesterday night.

While,Siddhant drowned himself in the memories of his and her as he closed the door.
She wasn't changed and knew what looks good on him. A smile made down on his face.

"Tell Now..
Which one?"
Siddhant showed her two shirts infront of Avyakta.

"Mm..You never look good in Peach. Wait! let me see myself!"
She stood up from the bed and walked upto the Almirah.
Taking out one, for him, among the No. Of shirts, she handed him one.
"Haan! White looks best on my Sid!
Wear it! I'm sure you'll nail your meeting today..
But beware of the girls,hun?"

He took his shirt from her hand and pulled her through her waist towards himself, keeping a mischievous smile plastered on his lips.
She widened her eyes as he locked her in his embrace.

"So..someone's being very jealous?

Now, if you have taken out this shirt,then help me to wear it,also."
Siddhant winked,while Avyakta wiggled in his arms.
"Stop doing that Avu!
If you won't..Then I know how to calm you.."

"Siddhant.. you mad..
Someone will come here..Door is open..
Just leave me! We're getting late for our work."

"Oh! You want me to close the door, then?"
He left her all quite and she stared at him with surprise.
She smirked and without any budge, took the shirt and made him wear it, keeping a shy smile.

She was buttoning up his shirt,shyly and soon she shouted.
"Maa! You here!"
Siddhant was fear gripped and embarrassed, he turned around,in  jig time. Finding no one, on the door,he heard Avyakta's laugh,who was now uncaged from his arms.

She laughed and soon with a angry yet embarrassed face, he ran to catch her.

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