Drafts Of Her Heartbeat

Reunited Love

Have you ever felt high even without getting drunk or taking drugs? I know I am feeling high right now. High in love of parents. When you are away for two years from your home and then you meet them in middle of a crowd, and they are feeling proud of you, you are bound to receive all the excessive love that will make you feel high in love. The feeling that someone wants you no matter when, how, or where, is the feeling of unconditional love. And no romantic ideas can compare or surpass their love.
Two nights after the seminar, and here I am dressed in comfortable pyjamas and baggy top, sitting in couch, basking in love of my two fathers, Papa and Dad aka my chocolate uncle. Mummy and Beji are busy in kitchen making all sorts of delicacies for me. After the seminar the two women had purchased and threatened me into coming back home. Since the relationship status was still a question between me and Dhruval, I decided to come to my parent's residence, and Beji and Dad just followed us here. Their reason? They want to spend some quality time with me. Not that I complain, I love my two sets of parents. And plus it also saved me from any sort of questions from the boys or sir. They tried calling me but Kashish Ma'am had restricted them saying I needed some quality time with my family.
And then there is my sorry husband. He was there in the audience clapping and wearing a proud smile on his face, his eyes reflecting admiration for my stand. After I was pulled away by the two ladies, I tried looking for him but he was no where to be found. Then it's two days since and still no contact from him. Of course I can contact him, but I won't. Call it self-respect or ego, or tantrums of a girl, but I won't take the last first step, not this time.
It was afternoon and we were having a big fat Indian family lunch, sharing jokes and laughter's, when the door-bell rang. I immediately jumped up from my seat and went to open the door.
"Hello Arohi" and there was Aviral standing with some stuffs in his hand.
"Aviral Bhaiya, you here?" I asked, eyeing the gifts.
"As you can see I come bearing gifts so it is clear I am a peace messenger. So a small request don't kill the messenger. I am here because of my boss, your loving husband. He sent me with these gifts which I am going to place in your room. So thank you." And with that he went in my room, kept the gifts and then joined everyone at the table. I just looked at him wierdly, then shook off the feeling and went in my room.
There laid another teddy bear, another box of Ferrero Rocher and some other chocolates, a bouquet of red roses, and a wrapped box. Knowing him by now I immediately unwrapped the box finding a letter attached on the top.
"Well my wife it's time for us to spend some quality time together. So here I am sending an escort for you. Get ready in the beautiful sari and dress up like my wife. Dress up the way you would dress for your husband and maybe a first date with him? Will be waiting for you. If you come it's a yes, if you don't I will take it as a no. -💝Dhruval"
Without a second thought I started getting ready. By 6:00pm there was a knock on my door and there stood Aviral ready to take me to my husband.
"My lady" he said in a fake posh British tone. Giggling I gave my hand in his forwarded one. He led me to a black BMW, my parents and Beji and Dad looking at me from window and laughing like teenagers. I just shook my head at their childishness.
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After a long drive of nearly an hour and half the car stopped. The door to my left opened and Aviral once again forwarded his hand to me, getting out of the car I looked around I found myself standing infront of the most expensive hotel and restaurants in India, The Royal Elliot. Taking my hand in his he led me towards the V.I.P. area of the restaurant. Opening a grand door he left me there in an indoor garden area, decorated with lights and beaming with romantic ambiance. And there in the middle stood my handsome husband, in a pair of jeans, black tee-shirt and blue jacket, paired up with sports shoes, a Rolex and styled hairs. He gave me his charming smile, coming over and greeting me, and then leading me to the sitting arrangement in the middle of the room. Making me seat on the chair he left me with a peck on cheeks. Surprising me and making me blush.
"So time for dinner" he said smiling, lifting the lid of the platter. And to my surprise yet again there were all of my favourite Indian dishes instead of the continental or other foreign menu, like I expected him to order for me. Munching and laughing, sharing a few lights conversations, the night passed beautifully. Not to lie, I really enjoyed his company. It was like the one I imagined to be with after my married life. There was no signs of Dhruv but the man sitting infront of me was Dhruval. The one I married, and the one with whom i am ready to give my married life another chance. I smiled internally at my thoughts.
Finally after the dinner and conversation, he got up from his seat and forwarded his right hand, which I accepted gladly.
"Come" and he led me to the large glass wall that separated us from the world outside but giving a clear view of the night. A single moon and a few stars, but all shining bright enough to light up the sky in dark night.
"Look at the stars and that moon, there is no need for thousands of stars to light up the sky, only a few loyal and loveable cluster is enough to lighten the world. In the same way, a man does not need bunch of fake well-wishers to surround him, all he need is a hand to hold him when he feels weak. A shoulder to lean on. A person in front of whom he needs not to wear any facade, where he can be himself. It may sound weak or stupid of me for others, but I am not afraid of unmask myself of my facade of strong infront of you. You know why? Because I know you will never judge me, you will support me. You have, till now, when I didn't even reciprocated your love. You know what make life good and prosper? A life-partner. And God has blessed me with the best one. I don't want to let it slip, not again, not this time. I want a fresh start with you. This year is our fourth anniversary, I want to re-tie our knot again on that day. So Miss Arohi will you accept me as your husband? Will you marry me?"
Tears were streaming down her eyes. She had already forgiven him but this face-to-face confession was more than her expectations. He had expressed his emotions in written but it was very first time he expressed it on her face, looking deep in her eyes. Her heartbeat was racing at speed, and her emotions were on an overdrive. Looking at Dhruval's nervous and hoping look she took a grip of herself and stepped near him. Looking in his eyes to let him know how serious she was, she said,
"You are my breathe,
You are my scar,
You are my pain.
You are a puzzle,
You are a maze,
You are complicated.
But that's what makes you,
Who you are,
That is what ,
Shape up your personality,
That is what makes you,
The one I love, my husband.
I can leave you for a while,
But I can't stay away from you,
You are my drugs,
You are my addiction,
You are my love.
You are mine,
Whole and complete.
It is my honour to,
Wear the vermilion of you name,
Hang the magalsutra,
Signifying me your wife,
Forever and again."
With this I kissed him. It began as slow and was meant to be a short one, but his hands gripped my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him. Like he was afraid that I will go away somewhere. My hands gripping his hairs, as the kiss got more heated and passionate. All the love being poured in the kiss, forgiveness exchanged and vows of love taken.
"Wow, nice way to show your love wife" Dhruval chuckled as we broke the kiss gasping for air. I just felt my cheeks going red, blush creeping up, feeling shy I hid my face in his chest. He just laughed at my antics and kissed my forehead again.
"Ready to break the news to our family?" He asked. I just nodded not raising my face to looks at him as I still felt embarrassed that I initiated the kiss. Then I remembered i also need to inform my friends and tell them who my husband is!