Non-erotic Hues of Love by Yagyaseni

[fasterboy]

“How are you feeling now? I know the events of the day would have been stressful for you and it is not easy to forget some remarks so easily but I hope you are feeling better now,” said Arnav, drawing gentle circles at the back of her hand as Khushi looked at him lost for words.


“Khoosi?” he prompted, sensing the lack of acknowledgement from her side as she looked at him blankly with a brew of several emotions floating in her eyes.


“I don’t understand,” she whispered, her eyes holding the most lethal yet the purest hue of love - pain.


“Huh? What do you not understand, Khoosi?” he asked, the urge to erase the reason of her suffering swelling in his heart.


“I don’t understand what my heart wants anymore, Arnav. To believe in its racing at your proximity or its wallowing in regret at the memory of your betrayal; to remember its earnest desire to beat in synchronization with yours or play the memory of its ache due to the wound given by you; to have faith on my love or to reflect upon my broken trust, I do not know what to do, Arnav. How I wish I knew,” she remarked, the paradoxical combination of bliss and bane flooding Arnav’s heart at her expression of love and disdain at his actions.


To see one’s love in such a confused state was probably the toughest situation for any one in love and Arnav was no different. Her fears were not baseless, after all, the one who had pushed his first wife to depression due to his lack of clarity on his own feelings, the one who trapped her in her own contract, could he be the one to give clarity to anyone to bring them out of the trap of their complex emotions? It would be tough for anyone to trust him.


“Here goes your contract papers and proposition. I cannot trust any proposition from your side when you have removed any basis for me to trust you,” she exclaimed as she tore the contract papers into pieces and threw it to the side.


“The whole act leading to the surrogacy might have been farce, Khushi, but the importance of your trust in my life was not faked. When you had said that you have no basis to trust me, it shook me from within, awoke the conscience which lied dormant but unfortunately, it was not for a longer period of time. But this time, I took vows with you, with not just Fire as our witness but my love and my soul as the stake. Once again, you iterated your lack of trust upon me, and I promise one more thing to you, Khushi, this will be the last time you will ever complain of it. I will win your trust and never break it! It’s promise, on our love and the sign of our love!” he vowed, kissing the back of her palm lovingly.