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A pair of beautiful eyes shut down encompassing the memories of its sweet love. The thick moist lashes guarding her against her unignorable nightmares which have troubled these beautiful eyes till now are now at rest.A warm smile spreads, across her face as she sees the inner world, that lies beyond her eyelids. She is witnessing her inner feelings, She feels the warmth of her husband beside her.She remembers that incident even now.The incident that bound her to him and him to her. Yes, Dr is right, I will keep Kaustubh alive within me. Repeating this thought in her mind, Divya falls into a deep slumber..
Divya's POV. I am lying on the bed, clenching my bottle green saree to my chest, eyes void of emotions, staring at an infinite space. Wearing his loose shirt, making me feel as if he is embracing me from behind. I had no idea at that time, that I will be witnessing such a cursed day in future. I was so happy that day, Kaustubh was my first kiss.Is there no way on earth to walk back in the past and freeze the time?Wiping the wetness from the corner of my eyes, I stand up from my bed lifeless, taking the saree I place it back into the cabinets,
Divya's POV. I am currently sitting in a beautiful restaurant called The Pink Pearl, it's a five-star hotel and we are in its restaurant section. I feel so out of place, my cotton saree does not match the standards of these high society people walking in this restaurant. I look here and there absorbing every corner of the hotel, women with the latest fashion trends, they're exposed dress material covering the bare minimum skin is making me go uncomfortable. Well, I guess everyone has their choice though. Dev who was at the reception talking to his friend who happens to be the owner of this hotel walks towards me, sitting across me he unbuttons the central coat button, smiling at me with his warm smile which is definitely like a thousand-watt bulb.
Divya's POV. I am standing in front of him in this marvellous office, he scrutinises every curve of mine with that penetrating gaze of his.My hands encircle around my waist trying to cover me from his unethical gaze.I am wearing a light yellow saree with a crimson border and blouse. Though I agree that my blouse has a deep leaf cut at the back but I guess my hair is covering it, hope he doesn't get a glimpse of my bareback when I turn around.My body starts to heat up under his continuous stare. I am looking anywhere but him. After his long fifteen minute stare he finally leans back on his chair, his fingers touching
Dev's POV.
Divya's POV.