Drafts Of Her Heartbeat

Epilogue

It was a moon-lit night, stars shining bright, love and adoration spread all around, environment filled with happiness and positive vibes. Under the open sky, an alter decorated with flowers, smelling the sweetest pious smell, sat the bride in red and golden bridal dress and the groom shined in royal blue sherwani.
With minimal jewellery and make-up, the bride radiated natural glow and shyness. Groom sat beaming with pride, pride of his greatest accomplishment in form of his wife. The burning fire signifying all negativity being burned and replaced with positive energy. The cool breeze flowing, carrying the blessings of the divine, the Supreme Being and the Fate who played the significant role in uniting the two bonded souls.
With chants and mantras, Shlokas and name of God, the two took seven rounds with seven vows, around the sacred fire. The flowers being showered, each petal carrying a blessing from the people presenton the beautiful eve. The atmosphere incarnating the divine powers to strengthen the unification of the duo.
Amidst the numbers of eyes, happy faces, shy glances were exchanged. Everything was turned into a blur as the two were pronounced husband and wife, the smiles on their faces radiating their inner happiness.
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The night grew intense and darker, clouds covering the moon, giving privacy two the newly-wed couple. Sitting in the centre of the bed the bride awaited her groom. The groom stepped in quietly, shitting all the chaos away behind the door, just admiring his wife.
Their eyes met, shyness and blush creeping up her cheeks, as he raised her head with his fingers on her chin. This time there was no veil or wall of mistrust or hatred between the two. Only pure love shining in their eyes, respect reflecting for each other as they held their hands.
No words were exchanged as the two kept gazing. Only their eyes kept talking, emotions being exchanged with any words. They didn't need any additional support to lean on for their ideasto be transferred, the compatibility cent per cent at top. Helping her out of the jewellery, uncurling her bun, letting the loose strands fall on her shoulder, his actions gentle and speaking just care. She leaned in his arms, giving herself completely to the man infront of him. Silent Oaths of loyalty and devotion smiling in their actions. The night was long and filled with love. He led her to the bed as they celebrated the first night of their pure and pious union.
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I closed my diary as the door to my sanctuary opened, revealing my husband. Dressed in three-piece black suit, hairs perfectly styled, hands in his picket as he stepped towards me with a smile adorning his face.
"You know I have been searching for you for a while now?" He asked.
I just shook my head at his statement. Coming and standing in front of me he bent down on his knees to match my sitting stance, "you should be on bed resting not sitting here with your diary."
"I know what I should be doing and what I shouldn't. I am not I'll that I should be on bed-rest." I said getting up from the chair.
"But you are carrying a new life." He said resting his hand on my swollen belly.
"Hush.... I am pregnant not sick. I can do whatever I want. Don't you dare to order me Mr. Khaitan" I rebuked him playfully.
"No way M'Lady." He said raising his hands in surrender, "I can never command my supreme court. I am just concerned. And you always keep doing what you want, like writing this diary. So what were you writing anyways? I have seen you sneaking in this library of yours, you built in our home, and staying here for hours" he asked.
Picking up the diary in my hand I said, "I was writing a story." Looking at him I continued, "Our Story. Story of the journey that made you Dhruval Khaitan and me Arohi Avasthi Khaitan." I smiled at him which he returned with a charming smile of his own.
"So what did you name it? I mean every story has a title right?" He asked again.
Opening the first page of the diary, caressing the letters, I said "Draft of her Heartbeat"
He made a face that said he was confused at the name of my title.
"The thing with draft is always associated with unsent notes, but here the draft was different. The draft that I gained from the accident proved to be the one I always craved for in my diary. It brought you back, it brought us back together. Had that accident not happened I would not have turned up at ECI, you would have never learned your lesson or felt the guilt, and then we would have not met nor would be standing here. This scar will always remind me of the struggles which we had overcame to earn this bright present and future. This scar may fade away with time, but the scar of my heart and mind will always teach me to value our relation and never take anything for granted." I explained.
"Wow! Why do I forget my wife is a literature maniac. Too deep and intelligent, pure,kind and honest just like her heart. I promise this scar will be our momento and badge of pride of our love. I wish our child also inherits your soul, body, mind and heart." He said with true adoration in his eyes.
"And I hope our child inherit your honesty and the habit to learn from mistakes. We fall Dhruval, we make mistakes, that is why we are called humans, but the truth is we become true human when we learn from our mistakes." I said and hugged you. Basking in my favourite warmth of your arms and inhaling your musky scent. Calming me and my should as your hands wrapped around me, bring me closer to you, prtecting me and our child from harms of world.
Accidents happens, but it is upto us humans who decide how to take up those incidents, whether to learn a lesson from them or keep tripping at our mistakes. Love and kindness can overcome all hurdles and obstacles of life. Just one needs to be patient and love unconditionally. Things will automatically fall back in place and come out as a beautiful picture of life.
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SO THIS IS THE END OF 'A DRAFT OF HER HEARTBEAT' PLEASE FEEL FREE TO GIVE YOUR VIEWS AND OPINIONS ON THE STORY.