Chapter 53 : Fervid Feelings 

"Marrying you was the most convenient option life has ever given me."

"Convenience is not a bad thing, Aadarsh. In fact, it's a good thing. It means the absence of difficulty, it means being trouble less, being fitting, it means being suitable. You were suitable."

"Aadarsh, I didn't marry you for you."

"I didn't like you."

"You were annoying. You were difficult to be with. You pissed me off at the drop of a hat. But, I..."

"I have started liking you. I have started having these feelings for you. I tried hard, very hard to not. I know we spoke..."

"...we spoke about expectations. I know you don't believe in love...at least not anymore. I now understand why. But Aadarsh...I ..."

Love you.

He hadn't let her complete the last sentence back that night. He knew what words were next. He didn't want her to say it and add to load he was already carrying. The load of guilt—of not being able to give her back what she felt for him.

He didn't understand why she loved him. He was difficult, like she had rightly said. He had done everything to make himself difficult to love.

He had annoyed her with his ignorance. Pissed her off with his lack of enthusiasm to work on their relationship. Come off as an heartless man who didn't care for her, for her, but for all the other reasons.

How could she still fall for him? How could she have feelings for someone who ran the other way from feelings?

It had been more than three days away from her. It gave him ample of time to think about her. He thought about her a lot. A lot more than what was normal.

He reflected on all those conversations he could remember word by word. He had replayed that one night countless time in his mind and the following morning. He couldn't erase the image of her tear-struck eyes from his mind.

She deserved better. So much more better.

Sadly, he couldn't give her that. He couldn't allow himself to love her openly, cherish her undisguisedly, care for her without a damn for the world.

He'd get too deep into it.

In one way or another, it would end badly. It always did. It always hurt.

Those ruins always took too long too rebuild. This time around he wasn't even sure if he had it in him to be hurt again and still live.

He sighed climbing onto the neatly made hotel bed. At least they spoke unlike the last time. They spoke every day, on video call. Even if their conversations were random. About what the kid were up to, about what was for lunch, about how she enjoyed keeping the room's temperature to her liking and slept in the centre of the bed.

She'd usually be with kids on the bed. She was so damn good with kids. It was a treat to watch her be the momma bear for her cubs. A sight for sore eyes. A sight he could keep watching and never tire.

Mukti and Nirvaan were lucky. He was so happy for them. They had become so much more lively, so much more fun, so much more involved. Especially Nirvaan. Ruhaani had a unique way of making sure they participated in chatter, did everything together, helped each other. She was raising them up just as his mother had raised him, Abhi and Ashvi.

He had briefly spoken to Dai Jaan today morning to take updates from her about Ruhaani's tooth ache. She had told him she did have discomfort and slight swelling. But he needed to be sure, she was actually okay.

Tonight he had to attend a party thrown by Riyaz Bilal, a reputed hotelier in the state. Hence he hadn't made his usual call to Ruhaani's cell. Devashish wasn't kidding when he said his parties were worth attending.

It had been a Mughal theme party. Authentic food, only the best brands of alcoholic drinks, gorgeous women dancers, expensive décor, very understatedly summarized the evening. He had met quite a few of his friends, all businessmen. Some of them, seemingly dangerous.

It was better Devashish did all this. He didn't want to be in the same room as some of those men. Business with people who casually carried weapons, who made fun of people for fun, who treated women like they were born to be slaves to a man's whims and fancies, and had loaded bodyguards who looked like they wouldn't think twice before shooting someone down wasn't exactly a good idea. Men like that disgusted him. The reason why Aadarsh always let Devashish be the face in the front. He could tolerate those men and get work done.

The less people knew him, the better it was. He had a family back at home. He couldn't afford to be in the front, when facing these people. These ruthless people had no principles and morals, only a mad rush to win and make money. A man who had a family back at home that he loved, couldn't sit at the same table with them.

His thoughts went back to those wretched written threats he had been receiving. They were wickedly worded death threats. They spoke about some revenge. He had no clue who was sending them and why. Devashish was actively trying to locate where these were coming from, but so far had nothing concrete.

Yes, there had been times, many, when they had crossed a few lines, twisted the laws but none of them were such that they could bring them death threats from someone thirsty of revenge.

They hadn't officially involved the police but Devashish had a few friends in the police who were helping them. They had doubled the security at home, had bodyguards in plain clothes shadowing every member of the family.

Aadarsh rubbed his forehead. He was tired. So exhausted of himself. There was a battle inside and a battle outside. He had to fight both to preserve himself.

He had been laying on the middle of the bed. He slowly shifted to the right side and then turned over to the empty left side. His hand stretched out to the empty side.

He missed her.

In one moment, he hated the feeling.

In the next, he loved the feeling.

He missed listening to her voice. He missed fighting with her. He missed teasing her. He missed listening to her lectures.

He missed her, more than he missed anyone.

A small smile pulled his lips. He shouldn't be missing her. He should try not to miss her. But for once he could let his guards down. She wasn't around to see. His hand slowly moved to the pillow.

"I miss you, Ruhaani."

***

Ruhaani had no interest in reading. She was only thinking about him. Sighing she placed her kindle device on the nightstand and checked her phone. It was going to be twelve on the night clock. Today was the first day since the day he had left, that they didn't talk.

She was glad, they were not doing the avoidance waltz again. For once, her marriage did feel normal. She made her way to the washroom.

The previous three nights, she had one of the kids sleeping with her. They took turns. But tonight they had all slept off in their room earlier on. Ashvi and her had taken the kids out to the mall for a movie and then pizza, just like that. They had all returned exhausted and it was only a matter of half an hour until they were all out.

Ruhaani stepped out of the washroom. Now that Aadarsh wasn't around, the room suddenly felt too big and too empty. It was strange how his presence filled the room just right. She stopped in tracks as she passed his rack of shirts. She bit on her lower lip thoughtfully.

Her fingers ran over the fabrics indecisively. No one would come to know, she thought. She was tempted to pick the white button down shirt, but she was aware how much Aadarsh loved them. His white shirts were his prized possessions. She smiled and picked out his black t-shirt, which he very rarely wore.

She placed it on the ottoman in the centre of the closet and removed her night t-shirt. She looked in the mirror. A stupid smile was on her face. She shook her head at her own stupidity and wore his t-shirt.

It had the hint of his scent and so much of his warmth. She looked at herself. The t-shirt was loose around her torso and arms. She pulled up the t-shirts sleeves, letting it form rings around the elbow.

"Hmm, it suits you better Mister Sehgal. But for tonight it's mine." She smiled triumphantly. She walked back to the bed and got into it. She downed the temperature on the air conditioner and then covered herself in the heavy blanket.

It still wasn't enough. She still felt his absence. Even more so, since she hadn't heard his voice since the morning. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and opened the gallery. She had a good stock of photos and videos from their outings, of their trip to Manali and so on.

She kept swiping through her gallery of memories. There were actually so many photos and videos. Not just the ones shot on her phone but also the ones that had flooded their WhatsApp group. There were so many of them that she still hadn't gotten around to viewing them all.

Her smile faltered as she came across a video of campfire from her birthday night. It was primarily another couple dancing in the foreground but in the background it was her with him. His arms so securely around hers.

She swallowed the lump forming in her throat as tears made it to her eyes. The powerful moment of the night coming back in full force.

And then his words from the other night.

"I don't want to fall in love again. It hurts, Ruhaani. It spoils everything. It is destructive. I can't get myself to do it again even if I want to."

She shut her phone keeping it on the mattress. Her eyes staring at his side of the bed that was empty.

"I love you, Aadarsh. I would do it again even if I knew you wouldn't. I would fall a million times for you. I can't get myself to not, even if I wanted. Loving you ... completes me. It makes me feel alive, Aadarsh. Makes me feel alive in ways I never knew I could be."

Silent tears streamed down her eyes. Her hands reached out to his side of the mattress and slowly caressed it.

"I miss you, Aadarsh!"

***

Ruhaani finally called him. Usually, he called depending on when he was free. It was typically in the evenings. The time kids were around.

Calling him in morning, just as she had reached office was a first for her. She wanted to listen to his voice. It had transformed from a wish to a maddening need at this point. Fortunately, she also had a reason to talk to him.

"Hello, Ruhaani, all okay?"

She momentarily closed her eyes as his voice seemingly reached her heart through her ears.

"Yes, everything is...fine. I just wanted to...wait are you busy?" She fisted her left hand, realizing she hadn't thought of this. She had assumed he would be getting dressed or having breakfast or driving to some place.

"Yes, I am in a meeting. Will call you once done. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah sure. Bye."

Ruhaani took a breath of relief. How stupid of her to call him during work hours! But she heard his voice. A satisfied smile pulled at her lips. She just hoped he wasn't pissed at her later for calling in between his meeting.

About less than an hour after her call, Aadarsh had sent her a text message saying he would call her during lunch hours.

Since reading that message Ruhaani couldn't focus on her work. She found herself thinking about him, thinking about their kiss, thinking about his rare smile, thinking if he thought about her. The list was ever growing.

Promptly at her lunch hour, he had called her. Ruhaani had been prepared. She had taken an early lunch so that she had eaten and could excuse herself back to her empty desk to receive his call. Everyone else who sat around her were out for lunch, giving her some much needed privacy when he called.

"Not disturbing you, right?" He had spoken as soon as she lifted the call.

"No."

"Having lunch?"

"No. Er, I mean yes. I...I mean I just ...finished. Having lunch." She was so torn between lying and telling him the truth, the end result was her stammering an ill formed sentence out of her mouth.

Aadarsh smiled hearing her strange answer. He loved the effect he had on her. "So, you were missing me so much that you couldn't wait till the evening to talk to me?" He razzed.

Ruhaani felt warmth on her cheeks. His teasing voice sounded just as good on the phone as it sounded in person.

"Cat caught your tongue or is it still that Dentist's sketchy work on your gums?"

"He did a fine job. I am back to eating solid food with almost no discomfort." She replied, digressing the topic.

"But with a swollen cheek." Aadarsh added, knowing she would tell him if the swelling was gone or still there as a response to that.

"My cheek is absolutely fine now. The swelling was almost gone day before yesterday."

"Congratulations!" He mocked, with a smile, toying with his food.

"Shut up." He heard her say and instantly his smile widened.

"Why did you call me then? To tell me to shut up?" He asked, immediately after taking a sip of his coke.

"Aren't you talking too much?" Ruhaani chaffed.

"Ruhaani, why did you call me?" He asked, trying to flip the topic. Was he actually talking too much?

"To talk. Why else do people call each other. So, Friday, at what time is your flight?" She asked getting to the actual topic.

"Evening...six I guess. Why?" He asked confused.

"It's Badi Bua's birthday."

"I am aware. I already told Phupha Ji I am here in Lucknow. So he said we can meet to celebrate on Sunday."

"Can you not prepone your flight? It's her fiftieth year. We were just talking last night, me and Abhi, we thought we could surprise her with a Birthday celebration here at our place on Friday."

Aadarsh thoughtfully absorbed her words. It felt nice when she said 'our place'. He had a meeting on Friday morning, which is why the return ticket was booked for the evening. "I have a meeting on Friday morning." He informed her.

"Can you not reschedule it to today or tomorrow?"

"Ruhaani, this is important..."

"And so is this. She won't turn fifty again. It's a milestone year for her. Even Rohan won't be here. And after whatever happened at Holi..."

"We're good Ruhaani. That was settled, I apologized and she accepted." He said beginning to get annoyed. He hated it when she spoiled a good conversation by bringing in disturbing topics.

"Not whole heartedly. I was there, Aadarsh. You can't just hurt someone with your words and then think just apologizing will heal the wound. You need to make efforts, to heal it. If you try to be here on her birthday, for her, choosing her over something that is important, it will mean a lot to her, Aadarsh. Just loving someone is not enough, you need to express it to let them know and feel it."

Aadarsh blinked uneasily. Her last statement not settling well with him. "Fine, I will see what I can do."

"God you're so annoying!" She exclaimed.

"Excuse me?" He muttered.

"It's not too much Aadarsh! You earn enough to come here for that day and go back again the next day, and not lose your money. It's an opportunity to truly tell her that she means something to you. She's always been there for you Aadarsh, it's your turn to be there for her."

"You think I don't understand that?" He asked irately.

"Then come back on her birthday!"

"I have a meeting lined up with a potential client. I can't tell him that it's my aunt's birthday, please reschedule! When I was the person who scheduled it that way on the first place."

"Fine. Don't come. In fact, stay there till the end of the month if you can. We'll celebrate her birthday without you. Bye."

Ruhaani ended the call and closed her eyes seething. Why was he such a hard nut to crack?

Her phone beeped to indicated a message. She opened it.

Aadarsh: Rude!

She narrowed her eyes at the screen. There were times when she wished to bang his head to the wall to knock some sense into it.

Aadarsh slammed his phone onto the table. "Idiot! Manner-less! Annoying!" He muttered to himself, having totally lost the appetite to have the biriyani that had now turned cold on his plate.

His phone beeped, he opened the screen.

Ruhaani: I don't like you.

He looked up and sighed heavily. She would drive him crazy.

Aadarsh: Same to you.

Ruhaani: Back to you!

"What are we kids?" He muttered, shaking his head looking at her reply. Then shamelessly he went to reply.

Aadarsh: No returns.

A smile crawled to Ruhaani's face at his response. Stupid, stupid manner! She vigorously typed a reply.

Ruhaani: Grow up.

Aadarsh: You started it.

Ruhaani: You said — same to you!

Aadarsh: And you replied with— back to you!

Ruhaani: BYE!

Ruhaani sighed. She really wanted him to come back. For Badi Bua, of course. But why would he listen to her? And he wasn't talking to Abhi. That meant no one could change his adamant mind.

However she wasn't going to back off either. The celebration would happen irrespective of his presence. Some silly part of her heart told he'd he would come back in time for the celebration. He wasn't as heartless as he tried to come off as. However it was Aadarsh, best to not keep expectations.

***

Ruhaani was one hell of an annoying woman. It was because of her he had spent two exhausting days with minimal sleep. He had moved up that Friday morning meeting and preponed his flight. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had changed his mind. Thus, he had only informed Dai Jaan that he would return on Thursday night around midnight. He had told her not to let anyone know.

He was a bit disheartened to know they were still going ahead with the surprise birthday party idea without him. He hated how he was no longer important, Ruhaani had stolen all his limelight. His rational brain knew it was Ruhaani's idea to get on his nerves, and she had so bloody well succeeded, that it pissed him.

In the quiet of the house, he made his way up to his room. Dai Jaan had let him in and enquired about his wellbeing and flight. After a brief chat she had let him retire to his room for the night and went back to her own.

Aadarsh had quickly detoured towards the kids room to see them. They were all fast asleep. He was surprised Pari was there too. He assumed she'd be sleeping with her mother. He was about to leave when a stir in his heart made him walk up to each one of their bed and kiss their forehead. Just like Ruhaani would. He could already imagine her smiling at him for his gesture.

Just loving someone is not enough, you need to express it to let them know and feel it.

Her words echoed in his ears. A smile of content bloomed on his face as he made his way to the room.

Just as he entered the room, which was surprisingly still lit up with the night lamps, he heard a yelp. Ruhaani had jumped out of the bed with a pillow in her hand.

"Shhh, it's me." He said stretching his hand out, staring at her as she stood on the other side of the bed.

"Fuck! Are you crazy? You gave me a heart attack!" She exclaimed, placing a hand on her chest, seemingly to calm her racing heart.

She looked nice. She sounded even more nice when she cussed. Her expression, oh it looked so damn adorable! But what had him speechless was what she wore. His grey t-shirt with her pastel pink night pyjamas. It was oversized for her obviously.

"You look quite ...okay to me." He said softly, manoeuvring his suitcase to the stand by the wall while he took a step towards the bed, his gaze analysing the fit of his t-shirt on her. The sleeves were all pulled up forming rings around the elbow.

Her hair was open. She held a pillow in her hands.

"What are you doing here?" She gasped, still unable to sink in his presence. One because it was unexpected. Two because he looked ridiculously dashing in the dead of the night.

Who looked that nice after a night flight? He wore a formal white shirt that had creased up very lightly, whose sleeves were roughly folded up, revealing his attractive forearms. He had paired that with black trousers. His hair appeared slightly out of place, like he had run his hand through them out of frustration or annoyance, or perhaps from sleeping on the airplane.

"It's my room!"

"Our room!" She corrected him with narrowing eyes. Did he not remember? He wasn't supposed to act like she was a roommate he was forced to share his room with. She was his wife, this was her room too!

"OUR room, of course. So, pillow is your best option for self defence?" He said pointing to it while his left hand rested on his hip.

She hurled the pillow at him as hard as she could. He didn't expect it and it smashed against his face.

"Good enough for buying time?"

He immediately gripped it and threw it right back at her. However she was smart enough to see it coming and ducked. It landed on the floor close to the balcony door.

"Bad throw!" She grinned, clearly happy at her small victory.

"Why are you in my t-shirt?" He asked, pretending to only notice it now, effectively stealing the light from her stupid victory.

Ruhaani stood frozen. Shit! This was the third day in a row that she was wearing his t-shirt at night. She hadn't expected him to be home on Thursday night. "I... I was feeling cold." She reasoned stupidly.

He looked at her amused, slowly walking around the bed. "And your clothes, I presume were collateral damage in an alien attack?"

Her eyes widened. The man was growing a nerve for humour. Later, she told herself, as she started thinking how much work he needed, to make his humour better. At the moment, she was in a soup and needed to get out with a decent answer. It was mortifying to be caught red-handed.

"No. They were not warm enough. This material," she rubbed her hands on her arms, "is so damn warm."

He nodded, amusedly, making his way towards her.

"I know your secret now. The fabric of your clothes is warm that's why you... don't..." she gulped as he slowly came towards her. With each step he diminished the distance between them. "...feel cold...with the...air." She paused every time he took a step closer. Her breathing going out of its normal tune.

Aadarsh felt nice in her presence. The kind of nice you feel when you're out in the sun for the whole damn summer day and return home to a calming coolness.

"I don't like sharing my clothes. Even Abhi doesn't get to wear my clothes."

"I...I was not aware of that." She tried to play a sheepish smile but felt so damn nervous that failed miserably. Why did she not have her daughter's doe-shaped innocent eyes to get away with anything?

Was he really so particular about not sharing his clothes? She recollected a vague memory of Abhi borrowing his white shirt and the man had blatantly refused and threatened to take away Abhi's favourite shirts if he tried to steal one of his.

"I can ...remove it... if you are so particular." She said nervously. Why was he coming so close?

Aadarsh couldn't hold back his mirth. Yes. He would like that so much. "Really?" He cocked up an eyebrow, with a smug look on his visage.

"Yeah, I mean, I..." she paused, visibly mortified upon reflecting on her own words, as he looked at her with crude amusement. "I didn't mean it that way. Oh God! NO!" She blabbered.

Aadarsh chuckled, and it grew into a hearty laughter, throwing his head back. Ruhaani watched him with amazement. He looked so damn beautiful. She smiled lowering her gaze. Her cheeks were horribly hot and the heat went all the way to her ears. Yet, she let him have a few moments.

"Okay not funny. It's really inappropriate." She muttered.

"And using someone's clothes in their absence is not?" He asked eyeing her t-shirt. It would be so easy to draw it up and over her head.

"Like I said, I was.." she began explaining again, as he abated the distance between them.

"...you were cold, I heard that." He said softly. He circled his arms around her waist pulling her closer slowly.

She blinked uneasily not expecting that. "Aadarsh, what..." her words disappeared and a sigh left her mouth as he pulled her still closer. Their bodies slowly making a light contact at the abdominal muscles.

Was she dreaming? Maybe one of those very real-like dreams where he did such things with her? Where he said dirty things? Where he did so many inappropriate things?

"I need a kiss, in return for letting you use my t-shirts." He demanded.

The heat on her cheeks intensified, as she slowly met her eyes through the length of her eyelashes. She blinked under his hard intentional look.

For some reason she couldn't just initiate the kiss, even if that's all she wanted in those fleeting moments. She had lost all her courage. She felt weak, so damn weak.

"I just took it." She said softly, her chocolatey eyes meeting his midnight dark ones. I didn't ask you, I didn't demand for it. I just took it.

He felt a flutter of raw desire as he understood the implication of her words. "Damn right!" He muttered. His right hand hooking below her chin and making her tilt her face up. He claimed her lips into a seizing kiss.

Ruhaani let her hands settle just below his shoulders as he captured her lips between his, yielding to him in all ways possible. Her unrestrained fingers gripped onto the fabric of his shirt as his fingers curled around the back of her neck. His thumb pressed against her cheek, while his other hand moved from her waist to her silken hair.

His hand gently tugged at her hair, making her arch back. His mouth pressed harder against hers, deepening the kiss, letting his tongue get down to business. She clutched tighter onto him, making a sound that was so foreign to her.

A moan. A sweet yearning moan for more.

He pulled back abruptly, breathing heavily through his parted lips. Her breathing was frantic too. She came closer for more. Aadarsh couldn't deny her. Especially when all he wanted was just that.

He loved the sound of her moan. It was like a wet dream on it's way to materialize. He pinned her with a dark gaze, before kissing the corner of her lips teasingly. A sweet sigh escaped her wet lips. Delighted he moved further away from her kiss to her soft cheek.

Ruhaani tried hard, tired hard to normalize her breath and think right. However all she knew was his firm supple lips and the delicious prick of his rough stubble.

She clutched tighter onto the collar of his shirt. Whatever was transpiring between them was so maddening! Their pent up needs had all become so intense, so hard to contain that they had all spilled over, out of control.

Aadarsh was no longer the one in charge. It was his desires, his needs...all of which were ruled by her.

He let his mouth go down to her tempting column of neck. He flicked his tongue over her skin before kissing the spot.

She let out an audible sigh, her hands gliding down his chest to his abdomen. He needed more of those far from innocent touches.

Charged with her bold eagerness, he tugged at her hair once again, making her tilt hear head back and kissed the base of her throat. Then the sweet depression next to her collar bone. Her hands now grasped the end of his shirt on the sides that disappeared inside his pants. Her palms pressed and glided back and forth. His muscled were so taut under her caress.

What was she doing? At this rate he wouldn't stop before showing her what her touches did to him. He left more hungry kisses around her neck. She stumbled backwards with the intense passion. In one quick move, he had his arm circled around her.

He pulled back, looking at her again. She didn't look up at him. Her face was flushed with a tempting hue of red. He waited, surprisingly patiently for her to catch her breath.

She slowly looked up and met his eyes. Beautiful brown orbs looked at him like he was...everything.

That one look was so powerful.

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her again. Gently at first and then notching up the passion. Eventually more tongue. She kissed back fiercely and he loved that about her.

Both his hands lowered to her waist and glided to her back passionately as her arms looped around his neck. Her fingers finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer to her.

He lifted her up without a warning and moved her to the bed. She gasped as she landed against the mattresses with him hovering over her.

Their gazes met like the raindrops met earth.

He had to stop. She gulped staring up at him. That movement in her throat called his attention. The skin begged to be touched, kissed, nipped at.

He gently touched the spot that moved when she had swallowed. She parted her lips at his touch. His gaze caressed her lips before climbing back to her eyes.

He gently traced his fingertips down her neck and she arched in response. So damn yielding. His two fingers hooked around the round neckline of his t-shirt that she wore. He grasped the material and pulled it up. She gasped, trying to lower her gaze to his hand and then looked at him.

Another gulp, moved the muscles of her throat. Temptation tickled his nerves.

He tightened his hold on the fabric and pulled it towards him. "I am very possessive about a few things that are mine. Next time, don't even try stealing my t-shirts." Go for my shirts instead. His dark gaze stayed on her eyes. He loved how quiet and attentive she was.

He slowly began withdrawing from her.

"What if I do?" it was out of her mouth before she could even think. Defying him, annoying him, getting on his nerves had become something she enjoyed so much.

Aadarsh blinked, a ghost of smile on his lips. He wanted her to take the bait and she had. He wanted her to steal his shirts as many times as she could. He'd love settling the scores.

"You will lose." He said with promising eyes, his thumb gently rubbed over her lips. "It's going to take more than a kiss."

Ruhaani's felt her heart plummet down to some unknown pit of desire. He got off her and the bed, before he changed his mind. He turned around and walked towards the closet. Seeing her scrambled on the bed was tempting him in ways more than one.

Ruhaani took deep breaths, her chest rising and falling, her gaze stuck on the slowly rotating ceiling fan. A soft slickness made her pull her legs closer together. She smiled. The smile slowly blossomed brighter like a growing flower.

Aadarsh quietly leaned his temple against the sliding door of the closet as he secretly peeped out and watched her.

A smile crawled onto his lips as she grabbed a pillow and hugged it. Moisture in his eyes blurred his vision. She was happy with just that, which was nothing.

He slowly walked to the rack of his clothes. He stopped and stepped back abruptly as he passed the full length mirror. He gaze in the mirror. A monstrous bulge in his pants, his shirt and hair dishevelled, what a glorious mess he was!

But he couldn't meet his eyes. He was scared of seeing what would be there.

Ruhaani smiled to herself. Her heart and mind felt at peace even if her body felt anything but that. Love was a beautiful feeling, she was finally able to feel that beauty. His smile, his laughter, his happiness. It was all she ever wanted!

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