“अपूर्वा, तू जोपर्यंत माझ्या सोबत आहेस ना… तोपर्यंत माझा हात घेऊनच झोप. ही तुझी सवय कधी सोडू नकोस.”
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His brain smacked itself upon watching his heart foolishly grinning once she was back in his arms after several long minutes of scheming.
His heart had almost sunk when she had abandoned her new teddy aka his hand and after a point, it had lost the hope that she would ever be back to her that teddy.
He conveniently seemed to have forgotten that it was his wife who couldn’t sleep without a teddy and not the other way around.
Why was he struggling to sleep when her head didn’t lay on his hand that night?
“Traitor hand! Already adoring her as if she is its long-lost soulmate that it had been waiting for ages!” His brain mocked, utterly frustrated at how every bit of its owner was falling in love with the woman in his arms.
“Remember the contract, you idiot! She is here for just a year. Just a year. Don’t step on the road with the dead end. Once she leaves, she will not just leave. She will also leave you miserable.” His brain warned but his heart was too busy dancing in the rain of her fragrance to listen to anyone else at that moment.
All that his heart could hear were the soothing silent melodies created by her heartbeats that were bringing him a strange calm.
The kind of one that he hadn’t quite experienced before!
The kind of one that he, without his conscious realization, had grown fond of!
The kind of one that he had begun fearing to lose!
The strange calm that his wife’s sacred heart brought!
The heart that he was going to struggle really hard not to fall for!
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ठरवून डोकं चालतं,
मन चालत नाही.
कितीही अडवलं, कितीही समजावलं,
तरी ते ऐकत नाही.
ते आपला सोबती,
स्वतः निवडतं.
प्रत्येक क्षणात,
बस त्याचाच सहवास शोधतं
नकळतच पडतं प्रेमात,
देऊन कोणाला जागा हृदयात.
विसरून मग स्वतःला,
सतत विचार करतं त्याचाच.
गुंतत जातं ते नकळत,
जपून कोणाच्या भावना सतत.
व्यक्त होणं बस असतं अवघड,
प्रेम करणं नाही ते शब्दात मांडणं असतं जड.
प्रेम
करणं
नाही
ते
शब्दात
मांडणं
असतं
जड.
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