Arranged marriages can be as sweet as sugar or it can be as zesty as salt. One is Rom-Com but another is a heartbreaking love story. Both pairs are entangled together in a bond, the bond of a forbidden marriage, you either hate it or love it.
MOHIN...
There were at least a hundred paintings of me all over the room, all in different poses. Some were unmarried, some married, some with kids, some with.... Him?
How are there so many pictures of me here? And why are they even here? Who painted all these? I had so many questions bombarding in my mind that I couldn't utter a word, I stood there shook.
"When I was a teenager, I used to see this woman in my dreams everyday and night." He started, I looked at him. "I used to paint her, I then fell in love deeply. I craved for her and wanted her to be real, but when my family got to know about this, they took me to a foreign country to get treated because they didn't want the citizens of this Kingdom to know about this. I went to an American mental clinic, they diagnosed me with schizophrenia. I stayed there for a few months to be treated, after that I never got those dreams. Then I met Mohini, and she made me forget her." He stopped and took a deep breath.
"When I first saw you not only I was shocked, I was beyond confused. I thought you were a witch or an imposter who knew about my paintings dressed up and came to me.... Later when I realised that you are a genuine person and started opening my heart to you, I got more confused, I asked about you to my Guru and he told me that... We are twin flames, a specific and rare type of phenomena where a soul gets split into two parts and enters two different bodies. They can often talk with each other telepathically, their minds are connected." He explained.
What? He also used to see me?
I looked back at the painting and one of them really caught my attention. It's me riding a... Lion? And there's also him laying down on the road... Wait is he asleep or dead? It's looking like he is dead but let's pretend he is asleep, and I am staring at him.
There's something written over the painting,"Tu Jo chhule pyar se, Aram se maar jau"
(When you touch me lovingly, I peacefully die)
What does it even mean?!
But the pictures is extremely gorgeous, all the paintings are amazing, I never thought anybody will actually paint me. I always wanted to see someone paint for me but nobody did, and here the person who I love the most have dedicated so much of his lifetime painting me.
I looked back at him smiling.
"You liked it?" He asked.
"Loved it." I whispered.
I pulled him closer into a hug and gave him a peck on his lips.
He hold me by waist.
"I am sorry that I have never asked for consent before kissing you, I was a jerk... But now... I really feel like kissing you... So if you don't mind can I kiss you?" He asked.
I felt shiver run down my spine with his every words, butterflies started dancing in my stomach.
"You can do whatever you want to do. I am all yours." I responded.
"Are you sure? You have no idea how wild I can get..." He said in a low serious tone which was too hot.
I laughed, and in return got hungrily eaten in the mouth.
He wasn't lying, he was too wild all night as we made love with eachother on every corner of our room. Proving that we belong to eachother's arms.
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