“स्वीटु, मी आता… मी आहे म्हणून हे करतोय पण लग्नानंतर काय करशील तू?”
“Sweetu, I… I am doing it now because I AM here but what will you do after getting married to Mohit?”
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She had been officially allowed to stay home until her engagement with Mohit which meant that she no longer would be able to come to his home. Would no longer be able to have him in front of her.
She was going back to her home, away from him but this time… forever!
She was supposed to just inform him and leave but her miserable heart made her linger around him, bringing up something or the other just to keep the conversation going. Just so that she could get to stay a little longer with him.
Just a little longer.
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But after a point, he lost it. The sheer anguish that she was putting him through became unbearable and he asked her to leave but the moment his gaze caught her walking barefoot, he held her back with two mere words.
“Sweetu, stop!”
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The sight of the sandals that he had brought for her twisted something sharply in her heart, filling her heart with the amount of guilt that she might never get rid of.
He had remembered that her sandals were broken and knew that she wouldn’t buy a new pair so he bought one for her.
She was never oblivious to how deeply he cared for her because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have made her wear his shoes yesterday and chose to walk barefoot and let the stones hit his leg palms that were written in her stars.
He had stubbornly snatched her pain and chose it for himself but didn’t allow a scratch on her. Not a scratch.
Nobody could compete with his love for her and she knew it far more firmly than he did.
He was the one who could lose his entirety for her sake, having the heart that didn’t mind bleeding for life by the hard thorns to fill her life with the soft rose petals.
Bleeding for life,
by the hard thorns,
to fill her life
with
the
soft
rose
petals!
💜