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"We have come so far and gone nowhere......................
We have lived so long and hardly at all!!!"
The weather seemed to have mood swings, and that too terrible ones. It was bright in the morning but since afternoon, sunlight was nowhere to be seen. It was partly cloudy outside, windy too.
Shaurya took the opportunity and threw open the balcony's door and window for a bit of a fresh cool air.
As he turned around, the washroom's door clicked open and Manjiri entered the room with her wet hair properly enveloped in a towel. Though he could still notice a pair of her thin, wet hair tendrils springing out and framing her right cheek.
Unwrapping her hair out of the towel, she started raking her fingers through her wet locks. When she noticed him standing near the balcony's door, she walked towards him to get a view of the atmospheric conditions. She wouldn't lie in telling that she wanted it to rain very heavily.
Without a doubt, she used to rejoice whenever raindrops start to fall from the sky. But at then she was more than very hopeful that it should rain, and that to as soon as possible, and above all, the rain shouldn't stop till late at night.
The point was that she didn't have any valid excuses to not attend the evening's wedding party, so she was just hoping for some favour from rain. Abruptly, she started recollecting some rainy days from her memory. Whenever it used to rain, especially in the mornings, the first thing that used to come to Manjiri's mind as a student was whether the school would announce a holiday or not.
But now much to her envy, there were no such rain holidays.
After peeking a glance outside, she angled her neck towards him. She caught him looking at her. Although, he gracefully pretended to look up like he didn't even realize when did she come and stand next to him.
As she was busy dabbing the towel on her dripping locks, he spoke looking at her
"You didn't take shower in the morning?"
"I did. But unwillingly had to wash my hair for the evening."
She answered him with disinterest. Her mood seemed analogous to the weather's mood. He wondered perhaps she didn't like the idea of attending the function singly with him. He muttered looking ahead the swaying branches of the trees in the blowing wind
"Looks like you're exasperating!"
"Absolutely not!"
Her reply was curt, which made him turn towards her. He commented whilst prying at her squarely
"Of course."
He observed her making an unpleased face as she raked her fingers through her wet tresses, which automatically made her lose a few of her hair strands. She repeated the same act yet again which resulted in the gain of a few more of her hair strands in her palm.
As she rolled all the strands in between her hands to make a lose ball, she noticed his gaze on her. She angled her face to him and quizzed
"What?"
"You tell me what's wrong?"
Instead of answering he questioned her in return. He wasn't sure what was bothering her more. Her hair fall, the weather or the evening's function. No sooner did he question her then she almost whined
"You know I had washed my hair yesterday only."
"So?"
Shaurya asked, he couldn't figure out why she gave him that piece of information.
To which she kind of scoffed
"So thanks a lot! Your evening's plan has very successfully and unjustly ruined my hair wash schedule."
"What is even my fault in this?
When you didn't wish, then why did you wash your hair?"
Dubious Shaurya tried hard to get a hang on the particulars which she had enunciated. He asked her only to get a brief response from her side. After uttering she turned her face to look ahead in such a manner that the faint fragrance of her hair hit his sense of smell.
"You won't understand, let it pass."
"Is there a rocket science behind it that is hard for me understand, hmm?"
He asked her from behind, stepping a little more closer so that if she would think to turn again, her hair would definitely brush against his face and he could get a chance more to whiff that faint fragrance of her hair yet again. But much to his dismay, she attempted to explain him without turning
"Look, as I had already washed my hair yesterday, so today my hair was neither that very good that I would leave it open and go out, nor was it that bad to rinse it yet again. Hereby, at long last I ended up ruining my schedule of washing my hair twice a week."
Shaurya's lips twisted at the way she spoke animatedly whilst lashing her tresses with the help of her towel. He was literally having a whale of time on feeling the light showers unleashing from her tresses, with every tap of the towel against them. Although her back was facing him, but still he could vividly imagine her creasing her eyebrows grumpily. Soon he heard her ask
"You still didn't get?"
"No, got it.
That means people should understand every girl's hair wash schedule before throwing any party or inviting her."
Chuckling a little, he remarked playfully. Just in time, Manjiri jerked her hair and turned around whilst asserting, totally oblivious of him standing right behind her.
"Not funny!"
"Ouch!"
He groaned as her wet tresses kind of slapped his cheek and hit him in his left eye a bit harshly.
She immediately inquired with a concern filled gaze when she found him covering his left side of the face entirely with his palm.
"What happened?"
"Your damn hair, gosh!"
He yelled at her in response and tried hard to open his eye, withstanding the ache. Though she felt offended but then she simply let it pass, as at then he to her almost looked similar to a one eyed pirate - a cartoon character which her mind instantly recalled from the lane of her memory.
She stepped forward and lifted her feet a little to reach his height. Suggesting him, she peeled off his palm from his eye
"Ok let me see it. Try to open it very slowly!"
Shaurya slowly tried to part his eye. A slight surprise took over him when he observed Manjiri tilting and shifting her face very close to him.
Before he could think of anything, she blew a light puff of air into his eye. She kept on doing that. And at then, she not only offered him her warm breathe but also gave him a warm feeling inside. He didn't really know why he liked submerging in her proximity except the fact that he do. He really do!
He was sure that if anyone, of course other than her, would have dared to hit him that way, he definitely wouldn't let that person steer clear off his annoyance so easily.
She definitely meant something to him!
That sense of warmth which he felt with her had eventually started to signal him as though he had finally located 'his person' in the entire universe. He felt as if he was placed in the universe to be with her, only her.
For the first time in his life, he actually understood the palpable message behind the proverb - 'No Pain, No Gain!'.
She shifted her head a little back asking
"Is it ok, now?"
"Yeah!"
As he responded, their eyes met. At then, he just couldn't look away. Perhaps there was something in his heart at then, which wasn't there before... Or maybe it was, but it was veiled with some unrealized perceptions.
"Well, who asked you to stand right behind me?"
She promptly probed him as she got back on her feet fittingly, still her eyes were busy examining his eye.
At her direct question, he all of a sudden fell short of words. He definitely didn't want to let her know why he stood behind her. The reason felt too stupid in his mind only, guess what would it be like if he let her know.
Luckily she didn't read much into it and deflected the point of talk
"If you still feel not ok then wash it with water."
"No, it's better now."
At his words, she gave him a nod and turned around to step a little away from his personal space, but only to be plucked back to his tee.
"You and your annoying shirt and tee's buttons."
She frowned whilst freeing her hair strands off the button of his tee. His eyes once again glued to her face. Off late, he really liked her losing her guard around him. She was steadily opening up to him. He wondered what if she was taking him only as a companion and not as someone who he wanted to be in her life. Abruptly, a realization hit him really very hard. Perhaps his heart had inadvertently started desiring more than just companionship from her.
Fortunately, Manjiri was quicker to unbound her hair off the button, unlike the previous time when the strands were so unjustly stuck around the small round object.
Pleased with her accomplishment, she glanced up at him. She noted that he was oddly very quiet, his face was showcasing inexplicable expressions. But before she could even think to question him, he himself quizzed her with a frisky grin
"When you know that this thing might happen, then why always you still come near me with your open hair?"
"Ok I won't come at all from now on. Rest assured."
With that she turned around, her eyes reduced to narrow slits. She was unable to understand why the person who was her legal husband always took a sadistic pleasure in teasing and annoying her.
Whereas his lips twitched up to one side to form a smirk on her sullen attitude. He extended his hand and snatched the towel from her hand, which she was dabbing on her hair strands to dry them.
"Hey, don't be silly. Was only playing around."
"But I wasn't."
She muttered as she came face to face to him.
"Will see that. Now come here."
He declared as he pulled her by her arm and in a flash spun around her, so that he could grab a section of her hair to gently blot and squeeze it with the towel, working from the roots to the tips. He kept doing that with each section of her hair until it was totally towel dried. Her tresses were still damp but no longer dripping wet. And at then she couldn't help but feel pleased and appreciate his cautious movements of hands over her head. Unconsciously, a sweet slight smile graced her lips. She didn't exactly know why he was doing it, after all she can manage drying her hair on her own. But she didn't question it either. There was definitely something so comforting about him and she was glad that she had him in her life.
"I don't know how you are so familiar to me or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though am remembering who you are...................
How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you from before, I have loved you before in another time, a different place, some other existence!"
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"Dii, tell na? This or this?
Or that one lying there?"
Frustrated and utterly confused Manjiri asked her sister. She was in Ved and Adishri's room, asking her sister what to wear for the evening. It definitely was one of those important departments in which she always required her sister's suggestions before finalizing anything.
"Already told you like more than ten times now, either go for this or that green one."
Adishri replied sweeping her hand over a peacock blue stonework saree and pointing her finger towards a long green fabric sprawled on the bed, at a distance from her sitting self.
Manjiri wasn't in a mood to go for that heavy royal blue saree at all, no doubt it was beautiful but it was hard to carry too.
Darting her eyes towards her green saree sprawled on the bed, she closely examined it. Her mother in law had passed her that after her marriage. It was a zardozi embroidered pale yellow - green saree with hot rose pink broad borders. It definitely was lighter in weight with comparison to the blue one. But again for her, it was too shimmery to go with it. She wondered how she would be able to walk in a saree, that to especially when it was most likely to rain anytime soon.
"You won't vote for this, is it too bad?"
Dangling a pastel blue mirror worked saree with baby pink thin borders, Manjiri hopefully asked Adishri.
On scrutinizing and getting a hold on the fabric of the saree, Adishri told her with genuinety
"Its not bad, but it's too simple to go with a wedding party. If it was a daytime event, I would have given it a green signal perhaps."
Manjiri had no option but to agree with her sister. Although she had numerous sarees, but the main issue was that she didn't have matching blouses for more than half of the sarees she had. While of the ones she was having, they had major issues. Issues like fitting problems, deep neck or deep back; she literally wondered who had ordered those for her. She couldn't think of wearing those at any cost.
However, she rarely used to dress Indian, and that to in sarees, so she never really felt the need to arrange or get some blouses stitched for herself. Thereby at then, she really ran out of options.
She initially had planned to get dressed in a orange coloured gown type attire which went well with a golden-beige heavy silk dupatta. But then as per her mother in law's wish, she had to dress up in a presentable saree. Although she had only suggested her not obligated. However, out of respect Manjiri had more than happily agreed to her behest. It was one of the many ways in which she used to depict that she had whole heartily accepted Shaurya's mother as her own mother.
"I should have got the matching blouses stitch for these."
Slumping her shoulders, Manjiri got seated beside her sister on the bed and spoke whilst shifting a pile of neatly folded sarees a little away to make more space for her to sit properly on the bed.
On watching and hearing her, Adishri smiled and got up from the bad slowly whilst caressing her small but noticeable baby bump. She asserted peering a glance at her little sister
"Its no use crying over spilled milk. Come with me."
Adishri led Manjiri to her wardrobe and looked for a couple of her sarees. A minute later, she ended up choosing a carnation pink coloured saree. She asked as she cloaked Manjiri's shoulder with it
"What do you think?"
Adishri knew she made the right choice when Manjiri said nothing. She smiled and added
"This will perfectly go with that blouse of your pastel blue saree."
"But Dii, this is your brand new saree..."
Manjiri appeared unconvinced. It was much easier for her to use her elder sister's stuff when she was unmarried. But off late, she didn't understand why she was feeling a little hesitant to accept that saree.
She observed her sister closing her wardrobe and then warning her in a fake stern voice
"That's why put it on sensibly. I don't want a single spot or scratch on it."
Few seconds later, on wondering what was on her sister's mind, Adishri curiously added questioning
"What went wrong now?"
As a response Manjiri shook her head in negative, Adishri figured out in a instant. Locking her arms around her sister's shoulders, she spoke making a puppy face
"Looks like my little Miru has grown up so much that she doesn't feel the need of burrowing my stuff anymore. Now I am unable to understand whether I should be happy on this account or a little sad..."
"Dii, it isn't like that, in fact I'm pretty much sure that this saree will 100 times suit me more than you..."
Manjiri spoke flashing a teasing smile at her sister.
Perhaps she was wrong, few things would never change. Circumstances change, surroundings change, can say priorities too change... but few bonds remain intact.
"Haw! How ungrateful you are, Miru... Is that so then give it back!"
Adishri gaped and demanded with fake exasperating tone.
To which Manjiri smiled and sassily replied after kissing Adishri's off late chubby, rosy cheek softly
"Surely but after the party."
Adishri chuckled and added whilst dashing towards her dressing table
"Saree needs a few things."
Manjiri noticed her sister rummaging through different jewellery boxes. Soon she pulled out a pair of American diamond silver jhumkis, necklace and a few matching thin crystal bangles.
"Umm... will only take these. You keep this back."
Manjiri gratefully accepted all pieces of jewellery except the necklace. Possibly she had something more valuable to encircle her neck.
Adishri didn't read much into her refusal and kept back her necklace in the box. Turning around she ordered
"Now bring all your needed stuff here only, Miru. I'll doll you up today."
"Really? But why?"
Manjiri asked bewildered.
To which Adishri obliquely poked fun at her stating
"No offense but I've seen your feeble attempt at doing your own make-up and hair, and it's surely not going to cut it tonight... especially with this pretty saree of 'mine'. Got it?"
"Of course 'yours'."
Making a face, Manjiri grumbled rushing back to her room to bring her needed things to dress up.
On reaching her room, she quickly fished out her nuptial chain and engagement ring from her cupboard. She hardly used to wear them, unlike Adishri who always wore hers on daily basis.
Without any delay, Manjiri slid her ring in her ring-finger and unclipped the hook of her nuptial chain to put it on. She smiled looking at her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't really into neck jewelleries but she wanted to put that on, perhaps to let Shaurya notice it and know that she too cared about their relation. If not more than him, than surely a lot more as compared to what he actually used to perceive.
"Sit back and let me do my thing."
Adishri made Manjiri sit in front of the mirror when she came back to the room with her stuff. Manjiri followed her sister's commands. So with a contented smile, the elder sister worked wonders on her younger sister just the way she used to do in former times.
"Sometimes we forgive people not because they deserve to be forgiven but because we felt too miserable without the way they make us feel.
Hence, we forgive them for our own sake perhaps....................."
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Dressed in a crisp white shirt, beige trousers paired with a deep maroon blazer, Shaurya was killing his time by wordlessly indulging in some discussion with utter disinterest, which was currently going on between his mother and grandmother.
Dev too was present there, however unlike Shaurya, he was nodding his head at every now and then to make the ladies believe that he was actually listening to their so called important talks about the new neighbours with his full interest. Although if he would be asked to repeat any of the latterly said words, all his dramatization would disclose.
Shaurya and Dev exchanged a bored glance across the centre table placed between the couches.
From time to time, Shaurya's desperate gaze enquired the staircase regarding the arrival of his wife. She was taking longer than he had expected her to get ready. And at then he came to realize why many of his colleagues and friends often complaint about their respective wives/girlfriends taking more than needed time in getting ready.
He was about to open his phone to call her and that's when he noticed her descending the stairs along with Adishri.
No doubt her sight tantalized something within him, he momentarily felt like someone had knocked the wind out of him. Not a lot of people would argue against the proclamation that his Silly Head looked thousand times more easy on the eyes in a saree.
She looked different, different in the most appealing way. He too noticed her being slightly apprehensive about her look.
On the other hand, Manjiri's gaze lowered to herself as she noticed him giving her a full look. And as a result, heat creeped up her neck due to his deliberate intense stare.
As she came and stood beside his mother, he tried not to look at his wife and get caught. He heard his mother exclaiming
"Wow!
See I told you saree will suit you and the occasion better."
Before Manjiri could even smile or respond to her, his mother only added by quizzing her
"But why didn't you try the green saree I passed?"
"Oh come on Suniti! Whatever may be the colour, the point is that my child is looking like a dream at present. May God protect her from the evil eyes."
Shaurya watched his granny putting a kohl dot behind Manjiri's ear. Before a smile could grace his lips, he heard Dev whispering into his ear playfully
"Bhai, here Dadi is referring to your eyes..."
Before Shaurya could look sideways to glare at Dev, he watched him walking forward towards Manjiri
"Miru Bhabhi, I don't know if you look like a dream or a nightmare. But you're definitely reminding me of a bakery..."
Manjiri seemed puzzled hearing Dev's utterance. Stifling his laugh, he added
"I still remember there used to be a small bakery next to my Maths tuition, which used to be all lit up with little pink fairy lights especially during the festive season..."
Before Dev could finish his jest, he was lightly smacked by the senior most Mohan lady. Turning towards Manjiri, she smiled and said
"He is just kidding. You're looking pretty, my child. Give a rest to your tees and tunics, and dress up like this more often."
Rubbing his freshly freshly smacked head, Dev interjected friskily pointing his finger towards Shaurya
"Yes if not for this poor guy, then for all of us."
Hearing Dev's teasing mock, Shaurya and Manjiri exchanged an awkward glance while the rest giggled at their expanse.
Deflecting the point of talk, Manjiri hurriedly suggested Dev
"Bhaiya, why don't you come along?"
"Umm..."
Dev angled his neck towards Shaurya and raised his eyebrows playfully. His amusement filled eyes were irritating Shaurya to no extent.
Shaurya just hoped that Dev would certainly turn down the offer. But again, one shouldn't preassume in Dr Dev Singh Mohan's case...
Shaurya honestly didn't want Dev to join. After all he wasn't their kid that he and Manjiri should tag him along wherever they go. He was tolerating his presence at home and at times in his room, and that was enough. He scowled in return to Dev's amused and challenging smirk. And that was enough for Dev to understand the hidden meaning of Shaurya's scowl.
"My stomach is upset, Bhabhi. So kindly excuse. Maybe next time."
"Maa, time!"
Shaurya immediately made his mother notice the time on the wall clock. Before Manjiri could even think of inviting the whole locality, he just wanted to leave with her at the earliest.
"Yes, yes, you both should get going now.
Shaurya, drive safe and slow!"
Shaurya's mother instructed him as he and Manjiri were making their way out of the main door. To which Shaurya shook his head and replied
"Maa, I'm not gonna drive for the first time."
"I know, don't tell me.
This boy never really leaves a chance to back answer his mother."
His mother glared at him and added
"Inform us once you reach there."
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"Umm... did you take your phone?"
Shaurya asked turning the steering wheel and sparing a glance at Manjiri. As a response, she just waved her phone at him.
Although he had already noticed her handset in her hands before only. But it was just that he wanted a topic to talk.
They seemed oddly very quiet at then, perhaps they were a little self conscious or for some reason they were feeling very awkward. Indeed both were looking good and they were literally acknowledging one another's changed appearance. But maybe with time they had grown fond of each other's unfiltered, regular selves the more.
"It's charged, right?"
Shaurya asked and Manjiri briefly answered
"Yeah, 73%."
Slow minutes passed in sheer silence, only when she turned her face towards him and called out in a low voice
"Shaurya!"
He looked towards her, surprised with the fact that she took the initiative to start a conversation
"Are we going there with empty hands? Umm... I mean won't you present something?"
"We people, I mean the department colleagues, already made a contribution for a joint group gift last week."
He casually filled her with the information whilst focussing on the road. However, that idea didn't convince her much
"Oh! But still it might look odd to go like this..."
"So you tell, what shall we take along? Shall we go back home, bring Dev along and present him as a gift?"
He mocked, holding back his teasing grin. She could say from his manner that he didn't like her asking Dev to come along. So she didn't say anything after that, keeping quiet she looked away.
A short while later, Shaurya suddenly stopped the car and parked it in a corner of a busy road. Manjiri inquisitively looked around from the window. Hopping out of the car, he instructed her
"Come!"
Manjiri nodded and carefully made her way out of the car. Neatening the pleats of her saree and dancing her eyes all around, she noticed a flower store on the other side of the busy road. She simpered looking at Shaurya when he motioned his eyes towards the store.
As they turned to cross the road, a few little scroungers appeared from nowhere. They extended their shallow bowls in front of Shaurya, pleading for alms
"Bhaiya, please."
"Bhaiya!"
Shaurya moved ahead, kind of ignoring the little ones. Panhandling seemed illegal to him, he was duly against it. Why wouldn't he be, of course it's a menace to the society.
Watching Shaurya going ahead, the little ones intractably surrounded Manjiri.
"Didi, we are very hungry."
"Yes Didi, since morning we had nothing. Give us something please."
"Please, Didi."
Hearing the kids' helplessness, Manjiri felt deeply for them. An apologetic look crossed her features as she heard Shaurya calling out her name from a little distance
"Manjiri, come!"
Politely smiling at the kids, she told them
"Ok wait, I just come."
She quickly dashed towards Shaurya enunciating
"Shaurya, those kids are..."
Cutting her utterance in the middle, he expressed his disapproval to her prospective demand in a low voice
"No Manjiri, we shouldn't encourage them to showcase themselves even more miserable.
I know you're feeling sorry for them but still by offering them some money, you'll eventually harm their future. Your act of kindness will spark their business you know..."
Though they both stood at a certain distance away from the kids, still Manjiri kept switching her gaze between them and him. She asked him to give her a second in gestures. On getting a chance, she commenced stating calmly
"Hear me out at least, I too am against this practice.
But what I'm saying is that they are very hungry. Look at them, they need food not your money. And my Dadi used to say that if we are capable enough to satisfy someone's hunger, then we should never step back.
Moreover Shaurya, at times to be kind is more important than to be right."
A sudden shade of guilt ran across Shaurya's face on pondering over Manjiri's words and peering a glance towards the famished little ones. All of a sudden he felt himself very ungenerous in front of her generous self. Her words definitely held some meaning.
Lost in all those thoughts, he wss brought back to reality with the shrill voices of the kids who were walking towards him and her
"Bhaiya, please!"
"You guys are hungry, right? So what do you people want to have?"
Bending a little, Shaurya asked the kids with an empathetic smile. One of the kid gleefully pointed his finger towards a small, roadside Chowmein stall.
"That."
"Let there always be a bright spot in your heart for the people around you.................. They might need a bit of sunshine."
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"Careful! It's very hot right now."
Manjiri directed the kids as she passed the disposable plates containing steaming hot Chowmein to each one of the four kids. Shaurya looked on and smiled as he paid and asked the vendor to let the kids have as much as they want.
"Why aren't you eating, dear?"
Manjiri asked as she walked towards a little girl, who was hardly of 6 or 7 years old. She took a seat beside her on the bench thinking of maybe the girl wanted her help to know how to hold a fork properly.
Shaurya moved and stood by sitting Manjiri. He couldn't help but admire the bright smile on her wife's face. It was surely one of the best and the brightest smiles he had witnessed on her face in nearly seven months of their marriage.
As Manjiri was about to feed the little girl with her hand, the girl quizzed her.
"Didi, do you like eating this?"
"Yeah, very. It's my favourite. You don't like it?"
"I do, Didi. But I want you to have the first bite."
The girl demanded Manjiri whilst unleashing her sweet innocent smile. This made Manjiri smile a lot more, she was truly touched with that girl's goodwill. At then, she couldn't really disrespect the girl's emotions by denying her urging. So angling her neck towards the vendor, she demanded
"Uncle, please pass an extra fork."
If truth be told then Shaurya wasn't in the favour of Manjiri tasting the street food. The kids were accustomed to having that type of food but she wasn't. He feared what if she end up having food poisoning.
No matter to what level or how much the vendor maintained the hygiene, Shaurya just couldn't make himself rely on the cleanliness of the place. So what if it was only a matter of one bite, he didn't want Manjiri to have a spoonful of germs.
But eventually, he dropped his plan to stop her cause he definitely didn't want to let down her with his words yet again. Because but obviously, his practical words might sound rude to her and the little girl.
"Didi, make Bhaiya also have a bite cause he is looking at your face and is smiling time and again."
The girl giggled and innocently put forward her behest. With an unsure gaze, Manjiri looked up to Shaurya.
She was pretty much sure that he would certainly refuse the girl's demand. Because she knew very well that he and street food could never really be in the same boat.
However, a surprise took over her when she noticed him crouching a little in front of her to have a bite from her hand. She softly smiled at him and turned her neck. But then as she was about to call the vendor for yet an another fresh fork that's when she heard him say
"No need of it. You have your own, right. That will work for me too."
When Manjiri brought the fork, all wrapped up with the noodles, close to his mouth. He noted her other palm being placed below his chin as if he was a little child who will drop the food whilst eating. His lips automatically curled up at that.
Manjiri to him was indeed the peace and contentment. She was far away from negative energies and ill wills. Her true beauty was in her trueness, innocence and incorruptibility. She was exquisitely beautiful to him in the most honest of ways.
"For every beauty, there is an eye somewhere to see it....................
And for every love, there is an heart to receive it!!!"
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"This seems fine.
What say?"
Shaurya asked carrying a huge bouquet of white tulip flowers.
To which Manjiri replied him whilst pointing her finger towards a beautiful bouquet of red and white roses.
"It's fine. But I guess we should go with that one, it has a noticeable contrast."
Shaurya couldn't help but agree with her.
The store was small and the customers were many, so Manjiri came out of the store as soon as they were done selecting the bouquet.
Carrying the bouquet in her hands, she got inside the car after unlocking it and waited for Shaurya. He was paying for the bouquet at the store's counter.
Within a couple of minutes, he came and got inside the car. Before starting the car, he looked sideways and called her
"Manjiri!"
"Hmm."
She responded leaning a little towards his side to place the bouquet in her hands on the backseat properly.
She wasn't looking towards him but eventually she did peer at him when she sensed him brushing a rose on her cheek very tenderly. He offered her his most genuine smile when their gazes got locked.
She shifted back to her seat in an instant when she found herself leaning towards his side for more than the required time.
"For me?"
She asked surprised when she saw him extending his hand towards her side, his fingers were holding a blossoming red rose stem.
"No, for Dr. Sheena Batra."
Rolling his eyes, Shaurya remarked. To which Manjiri sheepishly smiled and gladsomely accepted the flower.
"Silly Head!"
He muttered shaking his head at her and started the engine.
She looked at him, her smile inadvertently widened as he shook his head trying to hold back his grin. Feeling her gaze he too looked at her. Their look of intent made them stay like that for a few seconds before finally pulling back to look away smiling inwardly.
"They were there, looking at each other, saying nothing............
But it was the kind of nothing that managed to say everything."
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