A Loan Of Five Rupees

❞e p i ( i ): This is how he will love her...

"Don't!", he heard her say and averted his eyes to rear rearview mirror. Magical black pupils were still hiding under her doe eyelids but a wide smile brightened her face. Her pink lips parted as she said slowly, "Don't decrease the volume."

His lips curled into a loving smile of his own and he did as per his love's request. With the lyrics of his favorite song, time flowed smoothly as he drove to his house, the house which he had bought for her, made for her.

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"What would you have done if we had never met again?", she faced him, her fingers entwining with his.

The rays of the sun from the horizon peeked slowly, radiating his face with its light. It made her feel as if touched by God, kissed by His brightness, to watch her Krishna's smile grow with each second. That dimple in his left cheek still made her heart flutter, to be proud to own his happiness. And his eyes, those desirable black orbs glittered like diamonds as they watched the sunrise.

She wanted to see them, to watch what they were silently speaking to the sun. But before she could ask him, he turned and she was engulfed in his beautiful eyes. The black depth of his loving gaze connected to her soul and everything in her surroundings dissolved magically. Her eyes observed his love for her, clearly visible in his eyes as if he were an open book. And again it captured her, like always it had.

"That would have been impossible, my love."

Observing his lips murmuring to her, she bit down her lower lip, blushing with his endearing titles. She always blushed when he used such words for her, still seeding a new feeling inside her.

"Why?", she questioned him again, knowing very well that he would answer her again. She always did this, questioning him about all unnecessary things and still, he had answered each one of them, proving that her doubts were worth listening to. It always had made her feel special, to be listened to, to be cherished, to be cared for, to be loved by someone so special. And she knew that he never missed a chance to love her more and more.

He leaned forward, bringing her body near to him. He slowly lowered his head, leveling it next to her ear as he whispered, "It is destined, my dear.", his arms circled her waist as he continued, "As I have been made for you.", her heart galloped faster than any crazy horse as he confirmed, "Only for my Samiksha."

She forgot everything around her as her arms tried to hug him back, for the first time.

A light touch on her shoulders awoke her from her beautiful dream and she yawned, stretching her arms. As her eyes opened to let in his features, she was welcomed by his dimple-cheeked smile. For a second, she felt that everything in her dream wasn't her imagination. She had felt that they were somewhere, far from here, experiencing each other's love and nothing else. But unfortunately, when she scanned her surroundings it was nothing like that and she shook her head.

Again, it was a dream, where they both were alone in each other's arms. Even though, she felt it to be so real. The warmth of his body enveloping her was unnaturally calming, as his words soothed her uncertain mind, and his gleaming eyes stole everything from her in that second, but it was a dream. And she loved that dream, she always loved it.

She always dreamt about him, about them.

She observed him waiting for her, holding the door open and tapping his foot impatiently. It was her first time here and she knew that he was nervous to get her view about his house. It would be their home soon. Home- the word itself made her feel giddy, with all kinds of thoughts.

The home where she would be cherished by her soon-to-be-husband's love, the home where they would create their small world, the home where she would feel complete. It would be the home where they would be sharing something special, forming some beautiful memories, and imprinting it beautifully in their lives.

She slipped out of his jeep and shyly dropped her head when he offered her his hand. She heard him clearing his throat, "Samiksha, I..." as she slowly accepted his hand, he trailed off, leaving the sentence incomplete.

She saw him frowning at her as her fingers accepted his with a determination, which was unknown to him.

She raised her brows and giggled when he shook his head. She knew that he was baffled by her actions, but no one would understand what was there in her little head. Oh, how difficult it was for her to accept anything physical, how hard it was for her to not melt.

On that fateful day, when he had confessed his love bluntly to her, they had sat quietly holding their hands till the expected train had shown its face. And that had been the only time when they had held each other's hand. After that, not their fingertips had touched, not in the slightest way. Actually, they didn't need it at all, as their eyes had said so much to each other that showing their affection physically had never been a necessity.

But today, she felt that he wanted it, he needed it. She felt that somewhere in his big heart, he wanted an assurance and she gave it to him, without thinking for a second. Why she would bother about it, when all she wanted was to be with him, beside him for this whole lifetime, and all other births to come? Yes, she believed in the concept of rebirth and wanted him all to herself.

A zing of something originated from the place where they were connecting their hands, spreading an unknown sensation in her body and she clutched his hand more tightly. She saw him pulling her forward and stilled when her eyes found the stunning view in front of them.

It wasn't just bricks and cement coagulated together there, it wasn't just walls and fence standing calmly there, and it wasn't just paint and flowers decorating the marvelous piece of architecture in front of her. It was more than everything in this beautiful world and she was beyond stunned.

It was their home, the home which was according to her tastes, and without her permission tears started to form in her eyes.

She admired Indian Culture as well as the flavors of the Victorian Era. They were something special to her as their ethnicity contradicted everything in this world. The intricate designs always had some meaning lying beneath them, the colors always had an emotion hiding behind them and the patterns always had millions of stories concealed under them. And she always had searched for them, blending two different themes into one. But never had she thought that any building would fit as correctly as their home was.

It was perfect from her eyes, the outer face of their home so accurate that she anticipated what else he had done for her. Yes, she was excited, her palms sweating with some unknown tension in her mind. There was surely a sense of giddiness but a slight fear also originated somewhere with it. It wasn't because he attempted to please her but it was because of his extreme levels. How a man could love a woman so much? She questioned herself and a small voice in her whispered- Because a woman loved him with the same intensity.

Yes, she loved him the same way he did. It didn't matter to her that she had not said that to him but she thought he would understand her. And she'd tell those magical words to him, soon.

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(to be continued...)