"Do you think she'll come?"

"Of course Ravi, she will. You have to keep trust on her and on your love." My friend Sumit says.

Moving my eyes towards the end of the aisle, I start waiting for her again. But I'm still not sure if Gaytri has forgive me or not.

If she comes, you'll know.

My mind jumps in between my thoughts. There's nothing gonna happen by over thinking all this. So I decide to drift through our memories till then.

I still remember the day I went to see her at her parent's home.

Somehow I reached her home and rang the doorbell. But no one answered. The door was open so I peeked inside and saw her on the left. She was in her father's shirt and a pair of loose jeans which were very popular those days, dusting a rack of books. I found her very beautiful. The way a strand of hair always managed to escape from behind her ear to fall on her face, so that it could contribute to her beauty.

Suddenly my right hand moved on it's own accord but I caught it before I could get the chance to embarrass myself and stood at the main door, watching her.

She was standing on a stool to reach the top of the same rack and shaking in a rhythm. At first, I was confused until I saw earphones plugged in her ears. Suddenly she raised her one leg, which after so many thoughts, I think to a step she made, but losing her balance her body moved backwards.

I still thank god that I was only two steps behind her, so I managed to save her and that's when she noticed me. My hands were just above her hips and her were each side of my shoulders.

Her eyes were wide like saucers. There were some beads of sweat on her forehead, few were on her perfectly molded nose (which I actually found cute but never told her in our entire married life) and she was breathing so hard that the sound could be heard easily, especially from my distance, and could be felt as well, as I did, on my collar bone.

"Ah! So you both meet already? Nice nice." Said her mother, watching both of us.

When her mother uttered her first word, Gaytri pushed me so hard like I was a man on fire or as if she got electric shock from me, and stood few steps away from me with her eyes on ground.

Realizing that the pause after her mother's words was too long I moved my eyes from her and smiled towards Mrs. Vaishnavi Shastri.

"Oh! Forgive me son, I forget to welcome you. Come in. Come and have a seat please." She ushered me inside their home and gestured towards a classy looking single sofa.

I moved my legs but my eyes were on her, like they were glued with some unidentified power. She was also momentarily raising her eyes, which she downed as fast as she raised them when our eyes met. That day it got to me why it's called eye contact.

"Has he come Vaishnavi?" A male voice boomed in the room and she stiffened. I was noticing her closely, that she looked behind me with fearful eyes and then ran towards her left, which was my right as I was sitting in front of her, to, I later got to know, her room.

"Yes. He's here. They already met. She was the one who welcomed him." Mrs. Shastri announced happily towards the same direction, Gaytri was looking to. So out of curiosity I moved my neck in the same direction and my doubts were cleared, that he was indeed Mr. Gyanendra Shastri.

"Welcome gentleman. I hope your journey to our home was good." He said while sitting on sofa on my front.

I was about to answer when we hear hushed tones of someone talking.

"How could you hide this from me?"

"Keep your tone low, we have a guest."

"Yeah like I care. I know why you didn't tell me so that...."

"Ahem ahem" Mr. Shastri made fake cough sounds and the conversation of Gaytri and her mother stopped. But later on I got to know from her that she didn't want to marry and every time she ran away with her friends for the day whenever someone came to see her for marriage. That's why her parents hid my arrival and I know, somewhere deep in heart, she's thankful for that.

"So. Where are your parents?" He asked changing the topic.

"Uh.... They.... They" I stuttered because that conversation was still going on in my mind.

Was she not happy with me?

Was she disappointed that her parents chose me for her?

Were some of the questions that were playing soccer in my mind, making my ego their goal.

But when I saw guilt expression hiding behind a confused one on the face of Mr. Shastri, I controlled myself. "Actually, today is my cousin's marriage, and they went there. When Papa promised you that we would come today, that time we didn't know about this but later on Papa said that if he promised then someone will go, so I came."

"Oh! That was so thoughtful. Say thanks to your father from my behalf." He said smiling and I nodded.

We were talking about my family business when I hear the sound of bangles. I turn my face towards the sound and saw Gaytri coming with a tray, totally opposite of what I saw before.

She was in a saree and wearing light makeup, which were appreciating her beauty, with her hair braided on her right side. I didn't think that she could be anymore beautiful than her first appearance in front of my eyes, but....

"Ravi! Ravi!" My mother's voice bring me back to present.

"Ye-yes mummy" I stutter.

"I've been calling you but god knows where your attention were." She says. Her brows furrows.

"Yeah? Sorry."

"Hmm. Well I was saying, have you called her? If not call her and ask her when will she come? Some of our guests want to go home but they want to attend your re-marriage as well." She says wiping sweat from her forehead.

"Tell them to wait 30 minutes more, after that they are free to go, but I'm not gonna call her. She went from my life with her decision and she gonna come back with hers only. I won't try to bias." I reply with determination.

Mummy looks at me with perplexed look and after heaving a defeated sigh, she goes.

All the feelings mixed in my heart with that tour of memories in my head. I take the water from the nearby waiter and drink the glass in one big gulp.

After giving the glass back, I sit on my chair. This old age takes your strength from you slowly. Being fifty one is not easy.

I put my eyes again on the end of aisle, and my mind decided to went back in those memories' arms.

After meeting me privately, her thoughts about me changed and she agreed to marry me. We got married with all customs and rituals and started our married life.

We used to sit on the roof of our home for hours, talking and staring at stars, after making sure that my parents are sleeping soundly.

I didn't ever forget to brought her gifts every month, and used to plan surprise on her birthday and on our anniversary. In return I got care, love, and happiness from her unconditionally.

She gave birth to a beautiful daughter who looks just like her and a son whose personality is like me and I felt like I was the happiest man on earth.

We were so happy and so in love until that day came when our whole life fell apart.

It happened eight years back when my boss tricked me to stay after meeting till midnight and after every other person was gone from office she made a chance on me. Somehow, I saved myself and got away from that place but what I didn't know was she recorded the whole situation and presented that in front of Gaytri as I'd tried to molest her.

The looks of betrayal and hurt that were in her eyes are still crystal clear in my mind. That look haunted me for a very long time.

I tried to prove my innocence to her but she didn't listen to me and after three long years of ignorance, crying in dark, sadness, she gave up our relation and decided to left me.

I thought when my boss messed the things up, that was the most worst phase of my life, but life proved me wrong and that day turned out to be more worst.

When you share your life with someone, you don't really acknowledge their importance in your life everyday. You only do that when that same person goes away as I did when Gaytri went away and took our kids with herself as well.

I was a mess. I started drinking, driving rashly, ignorant to everyone. My parents were worried for me, my new colleagues were unhappy with me so was my new boss, but I didn't care.

Not all days in your life are same. So as the phases. Every good phase comes in your life with a bad phase trailing behind, and vice versa.

So after the days of my bad phase were over, Gaytri came back in my life when a mutual friend of ours saw my condition without her and hers without me, and made her see the truth of my story. She organised our meeting in the same coffee shop where we met first time privately.

I reached 1 hour before the scheduled time and she, thirty minutes before. When she entered, I got up from my seat and embraced her in my arms. She did the same while crying on my shoulder.

After she got control on her emotions, we moved apart and the whole cafe filled with applause.

She turned red with embarrassment and ushered me to go somewhere else, which I did, but after I thanked everyone there.

"Sorry." She said as we got out from the cafe.

"It's okay. It's an old shirt. So don't be sorry about crying over it." I stated knowing well what she was referring to.

"You know what I mean." She pouted. Yes I did. "No I don't."

"I know you do but still if you want me to explain then I'll. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not trusting you. I'm sorry for got influenced by that bitch. I'm sorry for all the pain you have to go through because of me. I'm so sorry." She managed to blurt that out between sobs.

"Shh! It's okay." She raised her head on my statement. "Seriously, it was all worth it. If you give all this a thought, it only made our relationship more stronger. It ignited the long lost love between us. It made us trust each other more. It gave us the lesson to never leave each other's side." I said wiping her tears with my right thumb.

"Don't want to make same mistake twice. I didn't get the chance to propose you before marriage so I'm gonna do it now." I took out the ring box and made the classic position of the guy proposing his love.

"Mrs. Gaytri Dubey, will you give me the honour to revise our vows again?" She stood still. I almost took the whole silence as her no but then she spoke.

"I-I-I can't" she downed her head with more tears.

"But why? What happen now?" I stood on my feet and ask her.

"After all the things I've done to you, I don't see myself as your wife. I've lost that place." She started sobbing again.

"I'll decide that. Don't take my decisions. I've waited for this day since forever." I push the ring box in her hands. "I'll text you the details of our re-marriage, and will wait for you there. It'll be same as ours twenty five years back." And with that I walked back to my home.

I messaged her all the details as I said and choose today to get married as today is also our anniversary. But the reason of my nervousness is that she didn't reply and it's been whole week.

The tune of our favourite song stopped my train of thoughts. It took me two seconds to realize what's happening. I look towards Sumit and he was already looking at me with a full-face smile.

After his confirmation, I look towards the end of aisle between the chairs of guests, to get her sight. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I remove them furiously so that I won't miss her entry in my life again.

There she comes, with my daughter on her one side, and son on other. Her teary eyes are on me tuning everything out. She looks as beautiful as ever. And her smile, only appreciates her beauty both inside and outside.

As she reaches near the stage, I put my hand forward for her which she holds happily and pull her into a hug.

"What are you doing? Every one is watching!" She whisper-shouts while pushing me as gently as she can.

"I don't care"

"Our kids are also"

"I don't care"

"What they will think of us?"

"I don't care" and with that, I hold her more tightly and feel her melting against me and embracing me.

"By the way, my parents are also here." I say in her ears.

"I don't care." she replies and we both laugh.

There are lots of saying about love. Someone said that you can only love once. Another one said that you can love more than once. There was also a person who said that you can love everyone.

And I'm not sure if someone has said or experienced this or not, but here I am experiencing love again, as I'm falling in love with the same person all over again.

•-•-•-•-•The End•-•-•-•-•

So here I wrote one more story on love
. There are only few people who gets their true love and that can be you as well. So why stop trying?

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Next update will be on Wednesday as this is two updates week but that won't be a new story. That would be a alternate ending of one I already posted.

Thank you for reading!