AbhiRa Snippets

Threads of Love

Hey there! I know it's been a while, and my apologies for the delay. It was written as part two of "Our Room" but can also be a stand-alone read. Let's jump to the reading without wasting any more seconds. Happy reading!

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The evening sun dipped low in the sky, bathing the sprawling garden of the Birla mansion in a golden hue. From bright orange to hot pink, the clouds were painted in ever-changing colors as the sunset. The gold disc touching the west edge slowly fading the day bright. The greenery of the Birla house basked in the cool feels of the evening, glorifying the charm of nature's beauty. Akshara stepped out into the cool evening air, clutching a small wicker basket in her hand. Her eyes scanned the garden, moving past the marigold and jasmine beds that exuded their evening perfumes. Somewhere out here was the herb she was looking for—the secret ingredient to the oil, a remedy for exhaustion, a cure for the soul as much as the body.

She struggled to find the blooms she needed for her home remedy in the garden. The flowers around her were either decorative or unsuitable for her purpose. Unable to spot any medicinal herbs, she decided to plant some with Abhimanyu's help in the near future. Her thoughts drifted to a warm summer afternoon, envisioning them working together, their hands covered in soil as they planted new life. The image felt like a perfect moment of peace and joy—a future she eagerly looked forward to making real.

After minutes of careful searching, her eyes lit up. There it was—the bright hibiscus, its large, velvety petals unfurling in fiery reds and soft yellows, cradled by glossy green leaves. Each bloom fleeting yet radiant bloom whispered of life's impermanence and fragile beauty. The wedding exhaustion was weighing heavily on her, leaving her drained and out of sorts, and she could tell it hadn't been easy on her husband either, the signs of shared fatigue were evident. Yet, amidst the chaos and overwhelming emotions, her gudhal ka tel remained her forever sanctuary instead of resorting to the bitter formulation. She crouched low, plucking a few fresh blooms, and placed them in her basket. Her lips curled into a smile, satisfaction blooming in her heart.

With her treasure in hand, she returned to the kitchen and set to work. The sweet fragrance of the oil lifted half of the tiredness off her shoulders. The nearby staff was impressed by her remedy and made notes of it for future use. She switched off the induction, poured the warm oil into a bowl, and headed to their room, not before extending thanks to the nearby housemaid.

A tray in hand, she climbed the stairs to her bedroom. The door creaked open, and she expected to find Abhimanyu waiting for her. Instead, she found an empty space filled with the soft glow of the evening. She placed the tray on the dresser, her eyes wandering around the room, gawking at every detail passed her way. She had been to his room many times before, but this time was different. It stirred emotions she hadn't felt before—a profound sense of belonging, security, and comfort that wrapped around her like a warm embrace.

Her hands came to rest on the guitar suspended on the wall, and the gentle touch unleashed a plethora of nostalgic yet melancholic memories from the depths of her psyche. Her music has been the only constant thing in her life since her childhood. The notes she touched with her sweet, warm voice were a balm to her soul, soothing the depths of her anguish. In moments of turmoil, her melodies wrapped her in comfort, a gentle embrace that calmed the storms within. With every tender phrase, her heart found solace, and her voice became a sanctuary, shielding her from life's tempests. And now, her music had bestowed upon her the most precious gift imaginable - the love of her life, her soulmate, Abhimanyu. The melodies that once brought her solace had harmonized her heart with his, creating a symphony of their love. In Abhimanyu, her music had found its perfect rhythm, its missing beat, its forever refrain. He was the harmony that completed her, the love that echoed through every note, every lyric, every moment of her life.