Love Across Time

Chapter 36

Panchaali's POV:

The melodious tone of the flute filled the sky, the warm baritone of it wrapped around me like a warm blanket, cuddling me.

Easing the mountain of pain that seemed to have settled on my heart.

It was like each note of the music was saying to me something, like each magical note was humming in my ear a tale, easing the reservoir of agony that sat on my chest.

I held my eyes shut, straining my ears to listen to the melody,  that was like a balm to all wounds, wounds that couldn't be seen by naked eyes.

Wounds that were hidden deep in my chest, like a secret that was close to my heart.

Hidden forever, for no one to be seen. I could feel a hand running through my hair, the warm long fingers running through my locks.

And than happened something, that I never thought was possible, something I never expected to be possible.

The wild fire of agony, was settling down, easing down, like after years of burning someone was applying medicine on my fresh wounds.

A warm tear seeped through the corner of my eyes, "A brother never likes to see his sister cry dear." Whispered a soft melodic voice, if love and adoration ever would have it would be Krishn's, my heart jolted sharply.

For a moment everything seemed like a surreal dream, a dream that was way too sweet to be true, how could he be here?

Disbelief pulsed through my every vein, a shudder raking through my body.

He was here?

But how could that be possible? How could he be here?

My heart was thrumming with joy, but my brain was screaming the practical reality, like a slap on my face it hit me.

The agony and ache greeting me with their open arms.

"Open your eyes Panchi." He whispered, his voice ringing with love and kindness, making me bite back a cry that wanted to unleash.

He was here, I don't know how but somehow he was here. The realisation had my heart escalating, he was here!

"No I won't, if I will than you will disappear again." My voice sounded broken to my own ears, from a determined woman to a frail girl, time had changed so many things.

His musical chuckle surrounded me, the warm voice wrapping around me, "I am no dream dear, I am here, open your eyes." He coaxed, talking to me once he would talk to a toddler.

With a moments hesitation, I let my eyelids flutter open, my heart galloped sharply, his brown eyes met hers, the sea of kindness, ones that I thought that I would never be able to see again.

I froze, my breath leaving in whoosh. Krishn, shock and disbelief, were two prime emotions that thrummed through me.

How? What?

I didn't know what to say. He was there. Was I dreaming all this while? I gazed up at him, my heart thundering in my chest, as I just blinked up at him, my mouth opening up and and shutting like a fish as no words left it.