As we arrived at the resort, Saru stepped out of the car and headed inside, seemingly lost in her own world. I tried to catch her attention, but she was in such deep shock that my words fell on deaf ears. We made our way to the reception, where Saru firmly stated to the receptionist, "A room was booked for Mr. and Ms. Kapoor." The receptionist checked the reservation and replied, "Yes, ma'am, here are your keys."
As Saru took the key from her hand, I couldn't hold back any longer. I gently pulled her aside and asked, "What are you doing, Saru?" She answered, her voice void of emotion, "I have paid for this, Harsh. My money will be wasted."
I could see the pain etched on her face; she was utterly broken and unaware of how lost she had become in that moment. We entered the room, which was lavishly decorated, with rose petals scattered everywhere. The sight seemed to send Saru into a spiral of rage and despair. She stormed over and began tearing the petals off the bed, tears streaming down her face as she battled her inner turmoil.
I stood there, helplessly watching her anguish. She fell onto the bed and her gaze landed on the bathroom, where a bathtub brimmed with rose petals awaited. Consumed by anger and sorrow, she marched to the bathroom, sank into the tub, and began to remove the petals, each one a reminder of her pain.
In that moment of emotional chaos, I couldn't stand by any longer. I rushed to her side, took her hands in mine, and pleaded, "Stop, Saru! Stop, that's enough!" She continued to cry, her heart breaking before me. I gently pulled her closer, our foreheads touching, and as she wiped her tears, she whispered, "Harsh, you said I'm beautiful, but no one wants to marry me."
My heart ached at her words; tears filled my eyes, and I felt a weight in my chest. I replied softly, "Saru! I'm here." It was then that she moved closer and kissed me, and for a brief moment, the world outside faded away as we were wrapped in our shared pain and connection.
After a moment of contemplation, I recognized the need to address the situation with care. I gently moved Saru aside and stood up, as she reached for my hand. I turned my face away and said, "Saru, this may be difficult to understand now, but it truly is for the best." Yet, she stood up, enveloped me in an embrace, and earnestly whispered, "Please!"
As I looked into her eyes, which were filled with pain and sorrow, I felt compelled to lift her and carry her into the bedroom, where I carefully placed her on the bed. I tried to distance myself, but she grasped my hand and pulled me closer. In that moment, I found it impossible to hold back my feelings. I tenderly kissed her forehead, her cheek, and then her lips. Holding her gently, I leaned in to kiss her ear softly. In a moment charged with emotion, she unbuttoned my shirt, and I instinctively drew her closer, eager to convey the depth of my feelings. It was an exchange of profound compassion as we moved toward one another, fully embracing the connection we shared. Making love to each other.