Hey guys...here's another FF. I know after reading this, you might have a few questions but please be patient...the upcoming chapters will bring you the answers. Well, here you go. Hope you like it.
"I love you", Angad whispered tenderly and nestled close to the woman beside him, wrapping his arms around her affectionately. He watched intently as her ears turned a scarlet pink when his breath caressed it.
Gazing at her fondly, he teased "Is someone blushing already?" "You are one enigma! Four years into courtship, and yet you blush like a girl in her early teens" he took a long pause as the wind brushed her long locks
' Wasn't she a sight to behold' he thought but suppressed himself from voicing them. Instead, he decided to take a playful jab " Ab teen nahi rahi aap mademoiselle, buddi ho gayi ho..You are 23 now!" Angad chuckled as he played with her locks.
Oops, that was a bad move! His hand was taken from the locks and pushed.
'What did you say Mr. Angad Singh Akdoo Brar', the woman stood up and turned to face him, her large doe-like eyes giving an accusatory look. "Mein buddi ho gayi hoon? .If I am old then what are you....you are two years older than me..! You are ancient! and she burst into a bout of laughter, that sounded like the church bells clanging on Christmas Eve.
'Ugh! What a lame joke' Angad commented.
"Yaa...lame like you!" the woman chortled at her own joke.
Angad gave an exasperated chuckle at her silliness and looked at her as though she was the most beautiful being he'd ever met.
Well, one couldn't blame Angad. She was indeed beautiful; a beauty that embraced serenity. Her large hazel eyes which occupied half of her tiny face, held a child-like curiosity and mirth. Her lips would remind Angad of a rosebud, just about to bloom. And her hair...her long thick tresses ...he loved them the most...it was the color of the midnight sky...just like the eyes that savored them. And yes, she was so tiny that Angad always thought she'd easily fit in his pocket or in the folds of his pag.
Angad loved her...a sort of devotion, admiration, adoration...he didn't know what his love contained...all he knew was he had never felt so for anyone before and would never feel the same for anyone after. She was his ever-after...he smiled as he looked at the small stone, the shape of a flower glistening on her ring finger.
'You are a menace, you know' Angad said causing the woman to pause and look at him.
'Why, may I ask Monsieur Singh'
' Your love for orange blossoms, of course, Mademoiselle!', Angad retorted playfully. 'How I wish you'd loved roses or lilies instead, I'd have bought you bouquets more often!
' Well, no bouquet amounts to your love Monsieur Singh....but if you are buying me a bouquet, get me the ones with orange blossoms and...hmmm.. baby's breath..that's optional you know' she chuckled
'Of course, I know, Mademoiselle', smirked Angad. 'Why do you think I proposed to you in mid-Jan, the time when they bloom?! Even then poor Pam had to go searching high and low to find a florist who made bouquets out of orange blossoms! Now, I've begun to think you probably love those orange blossoms more than me!"
The woman looked at him with utmost affection and replied ' Bring me lilies or roses...or come to me empty-handed, I'd still say 'YES', a thousand times over..kyunki mujhe Angad Singh Brar ke sivaay kuch nahi chahiye...orange blossoms bhi nahi'
Angad looked into her sincere eyes, and his own welled up with tears; tears laden with a thousand emotions. He got up, pulled her towards him and as she crashed into his chest, he slid the curtain of hair that covered her eyes, looked into them, and spoke in the softest, most alluring deep voice:
' My love, I am nothing but a wanderer,
Let me build a home in those hazel depths,
And see life unfold
And death retreat
To see the orange blossoms bloom'
Saying so, he kissed her forehead and continued ardently, tears threatening to escape his dark eyes 'Angad Singh Brar is wholely and solely yours...and he will bring you all the world's orange blossoms and adorn your hair if your heart desires it....I-I love you Tara..." and tears of bliss escaped her hazel eyes.
Angad kept looking at his Tara, with inexpressible joy. But the joy slowly morphed into shock and then desperation.....and cries of help ...as his vision blurred Tara's face, just like the ripples of a stream deforming the picturesque star-lit midnight sky.
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