Twists Twirls Perils & Pearls

79. In love with brother's sweetheart

Swarnima's crying converted to soft sobs and then silence. Her breathing became even and she closed her eyes and passed out in wet clothes on the bathroom floor in Abhedya's arms.

Abhedya picked her up and made her lie down on the bed. She was drenched in water. Abhedya grabbed a pair of clothes from her cupboard and proceeded to change her clothes. There was no sign of hesitation  in Abhedya. He loosened her hair and wrapped them with a towel.
Abhedya took out a knee length night dress and put it around her neck. When it was covering her assets he unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on the floor. Now, Abhedya's hands shivered a bit but he could not just leave her in wet clothes so with shivering hands he unhooked her bra and quickly removed it. He covered her with her fresh night dress and then proceeded to opening her pants. After taking a deep breath Abhedya opened her button and pulled her pants and underwear down.

The sensations Abhedya used to feel even with a single touch of Swarnima, felt zilch right now. He wiped her body dry and adjusted her on dry side of the bed.
Abhedya inhaled air and filled his lungs with oxygen. He collected her wet clothes and put them in laundry bag. He went out to change his clothes. He was drenched too.

After wearing a fresh pair of night shorts and t shirt Abhedya pulled out his phone and dropped a message on family WhatsApp group 'she is sleeping now. Don't worry. Good night.'
Immediately everyone replied with a 'thumbs up' or a 'thank god' or a 'take care'.

Abhedya came inside Swarnima's room and heard her soft snores. He breathed a sigh of relief. He touched her soft cheeks which still had dried stains of tears. He bent down and kissed her forehead. He couldn't leave her tonight. He was scared, very scared. But, he was happy he was finally there for her, this time. Abhedya slept in sitting position on the floor holding Swarnima's hand.

It was around ten in the morning when Abhedya felt a pull on his hand. At same time Swarnima and Abhedya opened their tired eyes.
Astonishment-smile-realisation-shyness-shock.
This was the series with which Swarnima's expressions changed. She got up with a jerk and observed her room then hid her face in her palms.
It was then Abhedya observed she had beautiful long hair which cascaded till her back.

"I.. I.. ummm.. what happened?? Did I..do anything.. my clothes.. I was in shower.." Swarnima was trying to remember but couldn't recall.

Should Abhedya be thankful she doesn't remember or feel disheartened coz he confessed 'I LOVE YOU' to her last night and she obviously doesn't remember.

Abhedya sat next to Swarnima and removed her palms that were hiding her angelic face.

"Nim. Relax nothing of any such sort you think happened last night. You were in shower and passed out there. I got you out and changed your clothes. Trust me.. I didn't do anything 'inappropriate'. Please don't be angry Nim. You were not in your senses and I couldn't leave you like that. So, I.. Umm.. changed your clothes and tuck you to bed. Sorry if you think I crossed my line. But, honestly I didn't touch you in any improper or incorrect way." Abhedya cleared out himself. The last thing he wanted was to see Swarnima's anger.

Swarnima was quiet for a few minutes then she pulled up the blanket when she realised she was just wearing a flimsy nighty. Abhedya got up to leave on receiving no response.
Swarnima caught his hand and looking down she confessed, "I know. I trust you. I am sorry for loosing control and behaving inappropriately. I was emotionally drained out and... but... did I cry?"
Swarnima questioned out of the blue. Abhedya shut his eyes and bit the inside of his lips. How could he tell her she cried.. and cried because he kissed her with all his love.

"Ummm.. anyone would cry in such a situation. It's normal." Abhedya sat on her bed took her hand between his and said, "Nim.. understand one thing, if you can't cry when you feel the pain and keep it in a box in your heart, remember you can't find happiness. That box of pain will always kick to open and limit the space for happiness. So, it's best to cry when you feel low."