Capítulo 10: Let affection flow...

A whole day in the company of friends had done Myra a world of good. She forgot all her troubles and lost herself in music. She hummed her favourite strains as the window glass rolled down a little to let in the cool breeze. Aman loved this carefree Myra by his side. All-day long she had amused him. How refreshing it was to be with her. To him, this was a glimpse of what life would be like with her by his side. He knew it would be a long and bitter fight but he was determined to fight for her. He will not let go of her, no matter what.

"I am going back tomorrow." – he said in a calm voice. Her heart jolted to a thundering stop. His going away was like death to her. She froze and her silence scared him.

"Something important has come up which needs immediate attention." – he explained

Tears rolled down her eyes. Her hands, her heart and her senses were all quivering. "Don't go" she pleaded, "Please do not go."

Aman was surprised by the intensity of her fears. He pulled her closer to his heart and allowed her to weep. She cried copious tears while he tried to console her. He dried her eyes and kissed them and kissed her lips and hugged her again.

"I would not have gone if this was not urgent," he explained. Then taking her hand in his and looking straight into her eyes, he said - "Now that we have met, I am not going out of your life. And I promise you this - I will never lose you again. I will never be out of your reach." She looked into his eyes and saw in them his earnestness.

"I couldn't do much the first time Myra, but not anymore. I will never let anything or anyone come between us. I will come back soon for you."

"Will you call?" she asked through bleary eyes

"Every day" – he assured her, "as many times as you want."

Some time had elapsed before she spoke again, "Did you never think of marrying?" she asked hesitatingly as if fearing the answer itself. Her heart was in flutters and her breath was unsteady; still, she must know the truth. She gathered every ounce of courage to ask - "Do you have someone? A girlfriend perhaps?"

He knew what was going on in her mind. Similar questions had tortured him for so long. He had many questions for her. "Does she love her husband? Is she happy with him?"

"I love you," he replied. "You are everything to me - my girlfriend…my wife. Remember, I had promised to marry you when we grew up?"

She nodded and he said – "I will keep my promise. There will never be anyone else for me."

Myra turned her eyes on him again and he smiled. An immense sense of relief flowed into her veins and she hugged him in joy. She liked the idea that no one had a place in his heart other than her. He knew what that meant. He wanted to be the first in her heart too.

Unaware of what he might be thinking and embarrassed by her question, she blushed. He turned on the ignition and concentrated on the road. Neither said a word again. Soon they reached her house and he pulled over. It was quite late. She rang the intercom bell and a guard came running. He let them in. Aman noticed that the front door was closed and the house was shrouded in darkness. Only a dim light in the front porch glowed.

"It is all very quiet," he said as they crossed the lawn.

"They have all retired for the day," she whispered

"Do you have the keys or should I ring the bell?"

"I have the keys to the side door." She replied and led him around the house to the left. "This" – she indicated towards the side door, "opens to the staircase and leads directly to my room."

She inserted the key into the lock, flipped it open and gently pushed the latch making the fastener moan. The door was pushed ajar and a dull beam of light escaped from the gap and lit their faces.

She turned towards him to take her leave but found him looking into her eyes. He took her hand in his and flipped the palm upwards. Then joining his right palm to hers so that their heart lines ran into each other's, he traced this line with his forefinger and said: "This is the line of affection. See how yours run into mine and mine into yours."

Then placing her hand against his heart, he said -"Let this affection flow as unabashedly into my heart, as mine does to yours." She felt the colour rising to her cheeks and her eyes moistened. She took her eyes away from his face and her gaze fell on the shadow formed by their bodies. She came closer to him and their shadows fused into one.

"That's better." - he said approvingly. Then, bending his forefinger slightly and touching it under her chin, he brought her face up to his and said - "Only you have my heart and me too. No matter where I am, you are always in my heart and my memories. This is how I could survive these five years when you were taken away from me."

A thrill went down her spine, shaking every atom within. Tears welled up in her eyes: tears of love, tears of gratitude, tears that washed away years of misery. Aman wiped those tears away and said - "Where did you learn to cry so much, Myra? Don't you feel dehydrated?" She smiled and dropped her head. "Now that's better. That's my Myra. That's how you should always be." They were deluged by the sense of belongingness. Nothing was more real, nothing so sublime, nothing mattered except this feeling of oneness. They were one – in heart and soul. And in their union nature had fulfilled its purpose. Now, it was up to the human to fulfil his destiny.

Their lives were to change completely and unimaginably. But before that could happen, an acid test was laid out for them.

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