He was her saviour,
She was his strength.
♡ Mira Rathore ♡
After facing twenty-five years of abuse from her own family, Mira got bitter toward emotional ties. To her, it was an illusion.
Her entire life was trapped in darkness and her pasts still h...
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My mind was still engaged in a nightmare, I nearly suffocated to death in my sleep but as Siddharth whispered sweet nothings to my ears, I dozed off in relief. Everything went blank last night. The memories of the past dragged into my mind and I was unable to forget those heart-clenching nights.
I looked over at Sid and noticed he seemed really tired. It was clear he hadn't slept well. I felt my heart ache when I saw the fear in his eyes. When I shared my nightmare with him, he got even more furious than before. He took my hand gently, his touch comforting. He held me in a hug, looking deep into my eyes, his expression full of feelings I couldn't quite decipher. His warmth and the way he traced patterns on my back helped to calm me down.
Clutching onto Siddharth tightly, I rested my head against his chest, reminiscing about the day he entered my life.
He appeared like a beam that shone in the crowd, rescuing me from the suffocating loneliness I had grown accustomed to. Despite my resistance, he continued in healing my wounded heart with a love so unconditional that sometimes it felt so otherworldly.
Why does he love me so fiercely?
How can someone devote themselves to another to such an extent? I pondered these questions as his arms enveloped me.
How could he not tire of my nightmares, of me?
I've never believed in fairytales, and even now, I hold onto my wary tightly. Yet, every glance at Siddharth shatters my doubts, proving that sometimes reality can exceed even the most fantastical stories.
How did he become my savior? It's a question that stays in my thoughts, like a problem to be solved. He came into my life suddenly, like a sun, breaking through the darkest of clouds.
As for falling deeply for him, it's still a mystery to me. I had vowed to guard my heart from love, to push him away with every ounce of hatred I could summon. Yet, somewhere along the way, my walls crumbled, and I found myself drawn to him. Despite my best efforts to resist, his kindness, his patience, and his love wore down my defenses until I had no choice but to surrender to the love that I once hated.
Just how far we've come.
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Flashback:
"I am going to California for two months for conferences and meetings as we are launching our new collection." Siddharth declared, standing in the middle of the hallway. Sadness crept over my face and an unknown feeling raised in my chest.
I should be happy, that's what I have always wanted, to create distance between us, to build a wall of hatred, to make him regret ever caring for me. So why, then, do I feel scared at the thought of him leaving? Why does my heart ache at his announcement? Why are tears blurring my vision and seeming to spill over? Why does it suddenly feel like there's a weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe?
