Love's Eternal Promise

1 months ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

Love's Eternal Promise

Prithvi's world had crumbled, and he couldn't face the wreckage. He skipped the meeting, seeking solace in solitude.

That night, alcohol numbed his pain, but only temporarily. His bodyguard, Kumar, found him slumped in his office, and with gentle firmness, escorted him home.

As they entered the apartment, Prithvi's gaze wandered, settling on the living room. Sanyogita lay sleeping on the sofa.

He approached her, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. The soft glow of the night lamp illuminated her peaceful face.

Prithvi's eyes traced the contours of her features, drinking in every detail. Her eyelids fluttered gently, her breath a soft whisper.

Nine days of separation melted away as he gazed at her. His heart swelled with admiration and longing.

How beautiful she looked, untainted by the turmoil that had ravaged their lives. Innocence and serenity radiated from her.

Sanyogita's gentle snores filled the silence, a soothing melody that calmed Prithvi's racing thoughts.

For a moment, he forgot his anguish, lost in the tranquillity of the scene.

Prithvi's fingers twitched, yearning to touch her, to reconnect. But he hesitated, unsure if he deserved forgiveness.

The bitter memory of her words stopped him.

"Don't touch me!”...Stop calling me Jaan, I hate this name. It's like a knife that tears at me, ripping off my flesh.. I started to hate everything you said to me, and I started to hate this relationship.

“You said you didn't want to hurt me, but you are the one who hurt me more than anyone else in my life,”

Sanyogita's words dripped with venom. "If you dare to cause any harm or even lay an evil eye on my child, I will forget that you were ever my husband." She spat out the words, her lips curling in disgust.

“Our next and last meeting will be in court. You will be receiving the divorce papers very soon.”

“I don't want to see your face again. Ever.”

As the alcohol coursed through his veins, Prithvi's heart haemorrhage, memories of Sanyogita's anguish resurfacing. The previous day's pain sliced through his shattered soul like a razor.

That fateful video had ravaged their blissful existence, shattering their happily-ever-after into a million jagged pieces. Guilt and hurt wrestled within him, a relentless battle.

The woman he cherished above all else believed him capable of betrayal. Prithvi's mind replayed Sanyogita's heart-wrenching sobs, the sound echoing in his ears like a haunting melody.

Familiar agony stabbed his already battered heart, bathing him in accusations and regrets. Her burning eyes, filled with hatred and grief, haunted him.

He felt like a monster, responsible for shattering her trust, demolishing her faith in marriage and their love.

Prithvi's vision blurred as tears welled up, his body trembling under the weight of his conscience.

How could he face her? How could he redeem himself?

The darkness closed in, suffocating him with self-loathing.

With a heavy heart, Prithvi rose, his gaze lingering on Sanyogita's serene face. The urge to stay, to hold her, to make her understand, was overwhelming. Yet, he knew he must leave, to give her space to heal.

Every step away from her felt like ripping apart a piece of his soul. The sound of her gentle snores, a stark contrast to the sobs that had shaken him earlier, echoed in his mind.

Prithvi's heart swelled with emotion as he turned back for one last glance. He etched into memory her peaceful features: the soft curve of her lips, the gentle flush on her cheeks, the faint smile that still lingered.

He recalled her sparkling eyes, her playful pouts, and her endearing demands. The memories stabbed at his chest, a bittersweet reminder of what he'd lost.

For a moment, Prithvi hesitated, torn between his longing to stay and his resolve to give her space. The silence between them was palpable, heavy with unspoken words.

As Prithvi contemplated departure, memories surged, and he wondered how he'd ended up returning home. Yet, his stubborn heart yearned for one final glimpse of Sanyogita.

He vowed to leave India forever, returning only for the birth of their child. But tonight, he couldn't resist.

Prithvi returned from the bedroom, a duvet cradled in his arms, he felt sudden onset pain in his left arm forgetting about his injury .

With a tender gesture to shield Sanyogita from the chill of the air-conditioned night. He knew her habits intimately – how she'd catch cold without a quilt.

Resolve etched on his face, Prithvi approached her, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. He'd leave, vanish into the night, as long as Sanyogita found happiness.

But as he gazed at her serene face, his emotional turmoil threatened to consume him. His legs trembled beneath him, his vision blurring.

With a quiet resolve, Prithvi spread the duvet over Sanyogita, his fingers brushing against her skin. The simple touch ignited a maelstrom of emotions.

Just as he stepped back, his right leg struck the table, sending the glass jar crashing to the floor. The shattering glass pierced the silence, shattering Prithvi's composure.

Sanyogita's eyelids fluttered open, her heart racing with terror. The remnants of a spine-chilling nightmare lingered, haunting her.

In her dream, Adheeraj and Nishant loomed, their sinister faces twisted in malice. They closed in, their hands reaching out to snare her.

Just as all hope seemed lost, Prithvi burst into the scene, his eyes blazing with protection. But before he could save her, a knife flashed in the darkness, striking him.

Sanyogita's breath caught in her throat as she relived the horror. Her gaze frantically scanned the room, seeking reassurance.

That's when she saw him – Prithvi, standing before her, his face etched with concern.

"Prithvi?" she whispered, disoriented.

Prithvi froze, his heart racing.

Sanyogita leapt from the sofa, flinging her arms around Prithvi's waist, holding him tight as relief washed over her.

"Kanha, chale gaye they tum?" she whispered, her voice trembling with horror. "Did you know how much I worried for you?"

Prithvi's rigid posture softened, his arms enveloping her for a fleeting moment. He breathed in the warmth of her embrace, the scent of her hair.

But as suddenly as he'd yielded, Prithvi gently pushed her away, his eyes clouding.

Sanyogita's gaze faltered, her chest knotting as she detected the alcohol's bitter tang on his breath.

"You ..have drinks ?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Prithvi's expression twisted, bitterness seeping into his voice.

"Why do you care? You wanted to separate us , ready to leave me. I lost everything – my family, business, reputation. Everyone is laughing at my character.., even you too lost trust in me ."

His words cut through the silence, heavy with pain and hurt.

"I left everything for you, Sanyo. But what did I get in return? Accusations, distrust... You were supposed to be my rock, my shelter. Instead, you crumbled beneath the weight of their lies."

Sanyogita's eyes welled up, her heart aching. She understood the depth of Prithvi's hurt, exacerbated by the alcohol's numbing effects.

Without a word, she enveloped Prithvi in a tight hug, her arms cradling his fragile state.

Prithvi, caught off guard, melted into her embrace. His eyes closed, and his face contorted.

A mix of emotions swirled within him - happiness at her touch and anguish at his own vulnerability.

"San..." he whispered, his voice cracking.

The alcohol's haze momentarily lifted, replaced by the warmth of her hug.

Sanyogita felt his body relax, his tension seeping away.

She deepened the hug, her hands tracing the contours of his face.

Their tension dissolved into a playful struggle, Sanyogita's hands wrapped around his waist.

She guided him to their master bedroom, her hand wrapped around his waist.

As they reached the bed, Sanyogita gently eased Prithvi onto the mattress.

But Prithvi's gaze never left hers, his eyes pleading.

"Where are you going?" he slurred, an alarm creeping into his voice.

"If you're going to search for a divorce lawyer... I won't let you go. I won't leave you or our child."

Prithvi struggled to rise, but Sanyogita swiftly intervened.

She grasped his hand, her touch soothing.

"Shh, chup," she whispered.

Prithvi mirrors her expression, like an obedient child he went quiet His eyes never left hers, searching for reassurance.

With gentle firmness, she eased him back onto the bed. Sanyogita's smile softened.

"I'm not going anywhere," she promised.

A mischievous smile danced on Sanyogita's lips.

"Shh, put your finger on your lips and keep quiet. Unless I leave for sure," she whispered. Her eyes widened, a mock threat glinting in their depths.

Prithvi's gaze locked onto hers, his expression a mix of amusement and desperation.

Sanyogita seized the moment to slip away, closing the door softly behind her. She hastened to the kitchen, her hands moving swiftly as she prepared a refreshing glass of lemon juice.

Returning to the bedroom, she found Prithvi in a state of inebriated distress. He shook his head, muttering incoherently, his expression a mix of anguish and absurdity.

Sanyogita's lips curled into a gentle smile. Despite his turmoil, Prithvi's vulnerable state touched her heart.

She approached him, and the glass of lemon juice held out.

"Drink this," she coaxed, her voice soothing.

Prithvi's gaze drifted toward her, his eyes struggling to focus.

Sanyogita guided the glass to his lips, helping him take small sips.

As the citrusy liquid took effect, Prithvi's face contorted.

Sanyogita swiftly produced a pan, cradling his head as he leaned over.

With gentle care, she helped him expel the alcohol's toxic hold.

As the night wore on, Sanyogita gently wiped Prithvi's perspiring face and body with a damp towel, her touch soothing. The dim bedside lamp casts a warm glow, illuminating Prithvi's relaxed features.

Her gaze drifted to the neckline of his shirt, where a faint, crimson cut caught her attention. The mark seemed to sear itself into her retina.

Sanyogita's heart clenched, jealousy and anger flaring like wildfire. Her breath hitched.

A love bite.

Sanyogita's eyes narrowed, scrutinising the mark, her gaze burning with intensity.

Her fingers trembled as she traced the outline of the bite, her touch feather-light.

Her mind raced a whirlwind of emotions: outrage, protectiveness, and fury.

"How dare Mohini take advantage of my husband's vulnerable state?" she seethed, her thoughts boiling.

"For money?" The bitter taste of betrayal filled her mouth.

Sanyogita's rage simmered, threatening to boil over like a pent-up storm.

Her chest heaved, each breath a laboured effort.

With a deep breath, she regained control, her emotions tethered.

Her trance of thought halted when Prithvi's arms wrapped around her slim waist.

His warm breath danced across her belly and the lower border of her chest sending shivers. He stared at her mischievous smile.

Sanyogita met his gaze, unwavering, her eyes locking onto him.

Suddenly, her tight jawline softened, transforming into a soothing smile. Her hands swept across his hair, calming his turmoil. Her fingertips traced gentle patterns, soothing his scalp.

Prithvi's tension melted, his muscles relaxing under her touch.

Gently, she helped Prithvi into his nightwear, her hands moving with precision.

The soft fabric seemed to envelop him in comfort.

But her mind seethed.

Sanyogita lifted Prithvi's legs, gently manoeuvring him onto the bed. She spread the duvet over his large physique, ensuring he was comfortable.

As she turned to leave, Prithvi's hand shot out, encircling her wrist.

A jolt of electricity ran through her. Their gazes locked, hearts pounding in unison.

Prithvi's eyes, still hazy from the alcohol, burned with longing.

"Where are you going?" he slurred, his voice husky.

"You can't leave me."

Sanyogita's lips parted to respond, but Prithvi's finger silenced her.

"Shh." His voice was husky mingled with breathing of alcohol.

His touch sent shivers down her spine.The pad of his thumb traced the contours of her lips.

Her pulse quickened.

"I have to go," she whispered.

But Prithvi wouldn't let go. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her closer.

Sanyogita's upper body fell onto his. Her chest pressed against his. Her lower half remained on the cold floor.

Their warm breaths mingled. Prithvi's face nuzzled hers. Their noses touched.

Sanyogita's emotions swirled with Desire, love and concern.

"I won't let you go anywhere," Prithvi whispered, his lips grazing Sanyogita's cheeks and jawline, sending shivers down her spine.

Sanyogita's heart fluttered like a hummingbird.

Prithvi's eyes sparkled with mischief, his gaze burning with desire.

"I'm not leaving you," she reassured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"My clothes are drenched. I just need to change."

Prithvi's grip tightened, his fingers splaying across her waist like a possessive brand.

"Change here," he slurred, his warm breath dancing across her ear, igniting a fire within.

"I'll help you."

Sanyogita's cheeks flushed crimson.

"You're still intoxicated, yet so naughty, Prithvi," she teased, her voice husky.

Her eyes shimmered with disbelief and astonishment, sparkling like diamonds.

"But not too drunk to know what I want," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers, sending jolts of electricity.

Prithvi's hands began to roam, tracing the curves of her hips, skimming the hem of her cotton T-shirt.

His fingers grazed her skin, leaving trails of desire like embers on her flesh.

Sanyogita's pulse quickened, her heartbeat echoing through her chest.

Prithvi's hands roamed, tracing the curves of her hips, skimming the hem of her cotton T-shirt.

The fabric whispered against her skin as his fingers danced beneath.

Prithvi's grin faltered, his eyes burning with intensity.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and husky, dripping with sincerity.

Sanyogita's resistance melted like wax in a warm flame.

Her smile mirrored Prithvi's, radiating warmth and affection.

Her voice dripped with playful teasing, her tone a gentle caress.

"Okay, fine, my spoiled husband," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear.

"I'll do as you want, but you have to sleep. Otherwise, I won't."

Her hand cradled his cheek, her touch warm and soothing.

Her palm felt the gentle stubble on his jaw, the warmth of his skin. She planted a soft, gentle kiss on his other cheek.

The touch sent shivers down Prithvi's spine.

His grin broadened, his eyes sparkling like diamonds.

As Sanyogita began to change, Prithvi pretended to sleep, his eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings, sneaking peeks at his captivating wife.

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated her slender figure, casting delicate shadows across the room. Her silky hair, the colour of midnight, cascaded down her back in glistening waves, reminiscent of a tranquil waterfall under the moonlight.

The warm light accentuated the luminous glow of her skin, which seemed to radiate an inviting warmth, captivating Prithvi's attention.

Pretending to be asleep, he couldn't resist stealing glances at his enchanting wife. Her presence was mesmerizing, and he found himself admiring her with a sense of wonder and admiration.

Sanyogita caught him eyeing her, her gaze sparkling with amusement.

"You're supposed to be asleep, not spying on me!" she laughed, her voice tinkling like wind chimes.

Prithvi's mischievous grin reappeared, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Can't help myself," he slurred, his voice husky from the alcohol.

Sanyogita's laughter filled the room, joyful and carefree.

"You're my wife," he whispered, his breath warm and intoxicating.

Prithvi's mischievous grin reappeared.

"I can spy on you whenever I want."

Sanyogita's cheeks flushed with a mix of amusement and warmth, her pulse quickening at the intimacy of the moment

Her laughter filled the room. Joyful.

Carefree.

When she finished changing, she slipped into bed beside him. Her body sank into the mattress. Prithvi's arm enveloped her. Pulling her close ,his arms swift in a motion cageing her voluptuous curve . He nestled his face in the plush softness of her bosom.

Sanyogita's smile radiates warmth, illuminating her face. Her eyes sparkled with affection.

Prithvi's senses came alive. The gentle rise and fall of her chest. The sweet fragrance wafts from her skin. Intoxicating. He breathed deeply. Her scent filled him. Calmness washed over him. Tension melted away.

Sanyogita's smile warmed, her eyes shining. Her curves cradled his face.

A sanctuary. A haven. Her warmth seeped into his soul.

Prithvi's lips brushed against the curve of her neck. His touch was soft and Gentle. She felt under the warmth of his hot lips she would melt soon.

Sanyogita's pulse quickened. Her hands stroked his hair.

Tender. Soothing.

Sanyogita's slender fingers danced across Prithvi's hair, soothing his head and back , soothing his alcohol-addled mind. Her touch ignited a warmth that spread through his chest.

"I won't go anywhere," she whispered, her breath caressing his ear.

Prithvi's gaze lifted, his eyes searching hers. His voice trembled. "Why do you love me? I'm a bad husband." His voice was barely above a whisper

Sanyogita's eyes softened,his words struck the chord of her heart . Her irises gradually shine like polished onyx. "You're not bad, just a little stubborn," she teased.

Prithvi pouted, his burrow pulled down together over the root of his sharp nose "I'm not stubborn. I just love you too much."

Sanyogita's smile illuminated her face, radiating warmth. "I love you more ." Her heart grew heavy with unspoken guilt and hurt.

Prithvi's lips quivered with emotion as he whispered, "Will you ever leave me?"

Sanyogita's breath hitched. A vice-like sensation gripped her throat. Her words spilled out. "Never,..never I promise, "

The vow resonated.

Prithvi's eyelids drifted shut. A peaceful smile graced his face.

Sanyogita's gaze devoured him., her heart brimming with love and appreciation.

As she looked at him, realise that their love is a beautiful mess. They've hurt each other, but that's where the real love begins. He's seen her worst, and she's seen his, yet they still choose each other. He made her feel alive, stronger, and more loved than she ever thought possible.

Tenderness enveloped her. She beheld his peaceful face. The faint freckles on his nose. The gentle curve of his lips. Her resolve strengthened. She'd mend their fractured bond.

Regain his trust. Rekindle his love.

Prithvi's chest rose and fell. His gentle breathing. A soothing melody.

Sanyogita's fingers traced his jawline. A delicate touch. A promise sealed.

As the night wore on, Prithvi's alcohol-induced haze cleared, replaced by love and gratitude for her care.

His grip on her tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers. Sanyogita felt a deep connection, knowing that despite their fights and misunderstandings, their love remained strong.

Their hearts beat as one.

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As morning's warmth awakened the room, Prithvi's eyelids parted, releasing a soft groan. The sunlight streaming through the window assaulted his sensitive eyes, like a thousand tiny daggers. His head spun, and his muscles protested, heavy with fatigue. Yet, amidst the discomfort, his senses detected a sweet fragrance, an enchanting bouquet that wafted through the air.

The scent enveloped him, transporting him to a realm of serenity.

As his vision cleared, he discovered himself nestled amidst softness. A cloud-like pillow cradled his cheek. His face shifted, and a tingling sensation danced across his stomach. A flush rose to his skin, warmth spreading through his veins.

That's when he saw her.

His wife.

Slumbering peacefully beside him. Her gentle breathing. A soothing melody. Her hand clasped his. A tender grasp.

Prithvi's arms enveloped her.Pulling her close.Their entwined fingers. A symbol of unity.

Prithvi gazed at her serene face, his eyes filled with admiration. He reached out to gently caress her cheeks, but his smile faltered as a mild headache reminded him of the previous night's events when he immersed himself in the liquor of intoxication in his office. He couldn't recall how he got there or what had happened.

Echoes of Sanyogita's words lingered in his mind. But he knew he couldn't stay there, not if he didn't want to bother her anymore. The thought of her waking up to find him beside her made him anxious. Who brings him here ?

With a heavy heart, Prithvi carefully disentangled himself from Sanyogita's grasp, trying not to disturb her peaceful slumber. He knew he had to leave, to give her space, but his heart ached at the thought of being apart from her.

Prithvi's determination to escape intensified. He tried to extricate his right hand from Sanyogita's grasp without disturbing her peaceful slumber. As he prepared to climb down from the bed, he realised he was wearing his casual nightdress instead of the shirt from the previous day. Confusion clouded his mind - who had changed his clothes?

Sanyogita's gentle voice broke the silence, "Good morning. You're awake! How are you feeling now?" She sat up, stretching her legs on the mattress, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Prithvi's gaze met hers, and for a moment, he was lost in her calm, concerned expression. But then, the harsh words from their previous argument echoed in his mind, and a surge of heat rose within him. He knew he had to leave, to escape the turmoil brewing inside.

Sanyogita's tone, however, betrayed no hint of hatred or annoyance. Instead, it was laced with genuine concern, which only added to Prithvi's perplexity. He stared at her, unsure of how to respond, what was real and what wasn't.

As the silence stretched, Sanyogita blinked once, twice, waiting for a reply that didn't come.

Prithvi's gaze met Sanyogita's relieved smile, but he remained silent, as if trying to decipher the sudden change in her demeanour. Sanyogita chatted away, seemingly oblivious to the tension between them, leaving Prithvi perplexed.

As she drew closer, her sweet voice pierced the awkward silence, "Just go freshen up, I'm preparing a healthy breakfast for you okay !" Her words were laced with a warmth that only added to Prithvi's confusion.

Sanyogita's slender fingers splayed across Prithvi's left cheek, her warm palm cradling his face. Her chin tilted upward, her bright eyes locking onto his, sparkling with affection. Her lips curved into a gentle smile.

Before she could bridge the gap, Prithvi jerked back, astonishment etched on his features. His eyes widened, and his brow furrowed.

Undeterred, Sanyogita's composure remained steadfast. She drew a calming breath, her shoulders squaring.

" Mr. Husband ain't a ghost ..I'm your wife ," a teasing smile crept on her lips

Her words trailed off, leaving an inviting cliffhanger.

"Aab jaldi je fresh ho jao," she urged, her tone laced with playful passion. " Mein fatafat breakfast banati ho. phir dono saath mil ke snastha karenge thik hai ."

Her lips brushed against his right cheek, planting a tender, passionate kiss. The warmth of her breath danced across his skin.

Prithvi's gaze lingered, perplexed. His eyes searched hers, seeking answers to the sudden intimacy.

The air was charged with tension, their proximity igniting a spark.

Sanyogita's hand still grazed his cheek, sending shivers down his spine.

Prithvi shot her with a bewilderment gaze as nothing had happened between them.

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