FORTY-TWO

AYRA’S POV:

Deep down every part of my soul prayed for his words to become a reality as thinking about it made me realize that I could breathe through that willingly. I didn’t want to believe in anything else but that would just make me to put more burden on my soul. I would be happy but there would be always a feeling of guilt in my heart. I couldn’t live with that permanently but I had a feeling that I had to go along with that if it’s temporarily.

We were standing close as there was just few inches of space between us as he stopped there. He wanted me to take the further steps.

He wasn’t wearing any kurtas like others as their wives must have forced them to do so but he from the start forbade to participate in any of the rituals because according to him they were waste of time and didn’t mean anything. He was just in his white crisp shirt with black pants and as usual he was looking drop dead attractive with his enticing pitch black eyes which went perfectly with his dark rave