Sometimes, it takes a lifetime to call someone your own, and sometimes, it just takes a moment.
Mira had felt an unknown bond with Awnirudh, a bond that she was yet to name, or probably never to name! She felt an inexplicable oneness with him that was beyond words for her to express.
No one had ever been kind to her the way Awnirudh was, no one had ever patted her head lovingly, no one had ever praised her cooking.
Mira's dark droopy eyes teared up as she heard Awnirudh's words,
"I'll take you with me Mira, soon... Very soon!"
"Don't cry Mira... Remember what I had told you?" Suresh's mother came out of the kitchen slowly limping with age, as she inched towards her.
"Now you need to think about the one growing inside you. If you cry, the small one would suffer." She took the edge of her saree and gestured to wipe the tears.
Awnirudh saw a shade of melancholy drawing upon Mira's face as his heart too felt the pain.
