Shades of LOVE

Realizations That Comes Late

Hi everyone. I know it has been a long break. I was having the worst creative block and I could barely form a whole story. Thanks to Shivikabest  for giving me the idea and motivating me to write it. The idea of a conversation between these two characters was hers and I only had to build a plot around it. I have no idea how it turned out to be.

Let's start reading. <3 

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"Every Villain was a man whose cries were unheard someday,

Every devil was once an angel who was misunderstood."

Winter sun rays are like a soft hug from that special one. Makes someone feel warm and loved. With those soft rays kissing her cheeks and reflecting on her open hair, the lady walking on the large lawn wasn't looking anything less than a goddess. But with a sad heart and thousands of thoughts tormenting your mind, can anyone feel alive?

While caressing her soft palms against the soft rose petals, she was thinking about the earlier words from the heated conversation with her husband. It's not like it's the first time they fought with each other. They have disagreed with each other countless times in the past. Actually, those small and sometimes bigger fights somewhat played a cupid in their story, at least according to her. If not for those fights, she would have never known how he looks at someone after realizing his guilt. How he is such a hopeless idiot while voicing his true feelings or how it's only through metaphors he expresses himself. If not for those stupid fights, she would have never known how it feels like to truly know the man. The man who will still drop her at her place carefully right after fighting a literal battle with her. Or how he would still save her life, risking his own even while being angry with her.

But those words weren't just their normal battle. It sounded like something deeper, something way dense than she ever saw in him. Yesterday, for the first time, he seemed a little unknown to her. And, more than those words his look was hurting her now that she was finally alone.

She only realized her whereabouts after what seemed like a very long time when someone jerked her a little. By the time she looked at her finger, the thorn was already removed from her skin but the wound was still bleeding. "It's so strange right Bhabhi, that we are hurt by only the flowers that we love the most?" She heard her brother-in-law speaking from her side while wiping the cut carefully with his fingers. 

"I truly love rose a lot."  She answered a little lost with a sad smile on her lips, "But imagine them without these thorns Om, will they even survive?"  She looked back at him, this time with a smile. "You understood what I was saying right?"  Om smiled at her understanding that she clearly got the meaning underneath those words. 

"Om" She sighed with a smile;

"likhna toh mujhe bhi pasand tha;
But uparwale ne kismat hi aise likh di 

ki panne pakarne ki bhi nasib nahi hui."

And they both started giggling with her almost failed attempt at poetry. "Bhabhi I am sorry." He finally breathed the words he was trying to say till now only to receive a smile in return. "How can you smile? I heard what he said to you and..." Om stood up from the bench he sat beside her a few moments ago. He was seething in anger. To him, Annika was a sister and a friend who understood him as none did. And, seeing her hurt, hurts him more than anything else.