Some emotions are only to be felt. Some words are only for the heart to realise. But, at times, expression becomes imperative!
Awnirudh always thought Vandita would read his heart... She would read the language of love in his eyes. He never felt the necessity of expressing his affection for her in words until that moment.
As he walked out of Kshitija's bedroom, all he could think of was Vandita. Her innocence, her goodness, her every attribute became prominent in his mind.
He had never seen a woman like her!
And suddenly another realisation dawned upon him...
Vandita was not his wife! Not socially, not legally...
An unknown fear had engulfed his entity at that moment. The fear of losing his love.
His eyes searched for her, and his heart pounded sensing her absence.
And, it was then, he finally saw his goddess!
