She was looking at me... completely shocked.

Her body froze the moment I took her name.

For a second, I felt uneasy... thinking maybe this was getting too much for Myra. Because in her eyes, we were still just keeping this relationship at the level of friendship.

But only I know... that I've already gone far beyond friendship.

I won't say that I've fallen in love with Myra... because love is a very big thing. And this time,I want to give that only to someone who truly deserves it... and when I myself am worthy of that person.

Because somewhere, I know... maybe after knowing my truth, Myra will also leave me.

In my eyes, Myra will very soon become worthy of my love... because she lacks nothing. In fact, she deserves all the love in the world.

But me... I will probably never be able to deserve her. Never.

And if my heart breaks again... I don't think I'll be able to bear it.

That's why I never wanted to get married... but I had to.

And now, when a girl has left everything behind to spend her life with me... how can I tell her not to expect anything from me?

I don't want my wife to live in an effortless, empty marriage like my mother did with her husband.

That's why... I want to try. From my side, I want to give my everything, to this relationship, without Expecting anything from her.

Since the beginning of this marriage, I've been thinking... that I'll find the right moment and tell Myra everything. So that if she wants to break this marriage, she can.

Neither she will be hurt... nor me.

But I never got the time... or maybe, never the right moment.

And today, when I think about it... I don't even want to tell her my truth anymore. Because now... the thought of losing her has started scaring me. Just a little... but it has.

Sometimes, when I look at her sleeping figure ...I wonder-what will happen if Myra leaves me?

This bed will feel so empty... that shelf will become useless... the half-empty wardrobe will remind me of her again and again...

Her lost fragrance... her lost existence... everything will haunt me.

And just thinking about that creates a strange restlessness in my heart.

That's why I want to try... try so much that maybe my flaws get hidden behind my efforts.

Maybe... when I finally tell her everything, she'll still choose me.

Maybe she won't hate me after knowing my truth.

Because till now... that's all that has happened with me.

My father turned away from me... my first love left me... my brother lost respect for me.

And I don't want that with Myra.

I know I'm being selfish. I should tell her everything... I shouldn't keep her in the dark like this.

But I'm scared... scared of her leaving. I won't be able to handle it.Now.

From my heart, I want to spend my entire life with her.

That's why I planned this date like this.

I know this is her first experience... and I want to make all her firsts special-

especially the ones that are connected to me... and us.

I want to create countless moments with her... small, little moments that someday will become a whole album of our memories.

Moments I'll sit and revisit with her when our hair turns white with time.

And if...if Ever ,after knowing my truth, she chooses to leave me... then that same album will become my only support for the rest of my life.

Because now... thinking about anyone other than Myra doesn't feel right to me.

And if not her... then even living this life with just her memories wouldn't feel like a burden.

That's why I want to gather as many memories of us as I can.

Like today's moment...

when I touched her hand to my forehead.

Before that, Myra's body was completely tense... but after that gesture, somewhere... she got a little comfortable.

I don't know if she liked that gesture or not.

But for me... it was emotional. That gesture was denoting my unspoken feelings... and the respect I hold for her.

Those unspoken feelings... I myself don't know what they are, or what they mean.

But they have begun... and I wanted to mark their beginning with that gesture.

Also... I wanted to show her the respect I carry for her in my heart.

Anyways,

After dropping her on that street for a while, I came to the café to prepare everything. A place I had already booked.

I spoke to the manager about how I wanted to prepare everything for our date... and the whole staff helped me.

First of all, I asked for my guitar.

Today... I wanted my guitar to meet the most important person in my life.

Then I got our table arranged differently from all the others-

a red theme... red table cover... red candles glowing softly.

After that, I got a bouquet of white roses prepared... medium length.

Everything was set.

Now... it was just her turn to arrive.

But just then, a staff member-whom I had already asked to stay around Myra, so I could know if she needed anything-sent me a video clip.

In the video...

Myra was standing outside a boutique... looking at a dress.

A flowy dress... in a soft pink shade.

There was a different kind of happiness on her face while looking at it.

She was fascinated by that dress.

After staring at it for a while, she reached out and touched it... and while touching it, she checked its price.

And the moment she saw the price... that happiness on her face faded... replaced by disappointment.

And then... she walked away.

But I wanted to see that happiness again on her face.

So I asked a staff member to bring her to the café... and meanwhile, I bought that dress for her.

And now...

She was standing right in front of me... wearing that same dress.

And god...

She looked so beautiful.

I have always seen her in Sarees... but today, in this dress... she looked nothing less than a fairy.

Maybe... because this dress is of her choice.

Now we were both looking at each other... while everyone around us started applauding.

But I...

I got lost in that smile... which slowly appeared on her lips.

Then she blushed... lowered her gaze shyly... and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, when Everyone Started glancing at her .

The way she did it... my heartbeat increased.

And a soft smile appeared on my face too.

Ohh Myra... kya kar rahi hain aap mere saath...

( what are you doing to me ?)

I closed my eyes... and started playing the guitar.

Silence spread all around...

And with it... the song began.

Jise Zindagi Dhundh rahi hai

Kya ye wo Mukaam mera hai

Yaha chain se bss ruk jau ,

Kyu dil ye mujhe kehta hai ....

I slowly opened my eyes and glanced around... but not at Myra.

Everyone was listening quietly... swaying to my voice and the melody of my guitar.

And that gave my heart a strange peace.

For the first time... people were listening to me so attentively.

To me... and my guitar.

And No one was judging.

I closed my eyes again... and started remembering the person for whom these lines were meant.

Jazbaat naye se mile hain ,

Jaane kya asar ye hua hai,

Ek aas mili phir Mujhko

Jo kubool kisi ne kiya hai ....

A smile appeared on my face...

I could feel her intense gaze on me.

And this time... when I opened my eyes...

I locked them with hers.

Hmm...kisi Shayar ki Ghazal,

Jo de ruk ko sukoon ke pal

Koi Mujhko, yu mila hai,

Jaise Banjaare ko ghar

Yes...

She was a home now to this banjara.

And in his heart... he only wanted her thoughts to stay.

Naye Mausam ki Sehar,

Ya sard mein Dophar

Koi Mujhko,Yu mila hai

Jaise Banjaare ko ghar...

I tried my best... that my voice and my guitar carry my feelings straight to Myra's heart.

Her eyes... locked with mine...

Turned glassy.

Her expressions showed happiness... but something else too.

Something deeply emotional.

She was smiling at me,her smile not reaching to her eyes, cause she was emotional

As the melody rose... people around started dancing slowly with their partners.

And I felt grateful...

That people were enjoying this.

Especially... my wife.

I closed my eyes and continued,

Jaise koi kinaara,

Deta ho Sahara

Jaane chupata kya

dil ka samandar...

Auron ko toh hardam

saaya deta hai

Hai dhoop mein woh khada

khud magar...

I thought about us.

About how we both have held so many emotions and pains inside... because of people who never understood that we feel pain too.

Chot lagi hai use phir kyu

Mehsoos mujhe ho rha...

Dil tu bta de kya hai

iraada tera..

I remembered that pagphere ritual... when Myra was sitting alone and crying...

When she had a fever...

When she fell in front of me because of that so-called pallu...

And how my heart shattered seeing her like that.

How helpless I felt.

How painful it was... to see her in pain.

How much pain my heart felt seeing her like that ...

But why?

At that time... I thought it was just humanity.

But today...

I know the truth.

I opened my eyes again...

And looked at that woman.

And realised...

I am actually going to fall in love with her.

I smiled at her and sang the last part,

Hmm....mein Parinda Besabar

Tha uda jo darbadar

Koi Mujhko yu mila hai

Jaise Banjaare ko ghar

Koi Mujhko yu mila hai

Jaise Banjaare ko ghar ...

That was the ending.

So I slowly put my guitar down...

And continued singing.

Jaise Banjaare ko ghar

I picked up the mic... stood up... and started walking towards Myra.

While looking straight into her eyes.

Her expressions faltered...

She was still emotional... but her eyes widened when I started approaching her.

Jaise... banjaare ko ghar...

I ended the song... reached her completely.

She stood up too.

Everyone was watching us...

But I didn't know about how everyone around us was reacting...

Because I was lost...

In my wife's eyes.

Her Eyes...Filled with tears...

Tears which were not falling yet... just stayed there .

Her lips curved into a smile... but they were trembling .

Everything around us went silent, maybe waiting for what I would do next .

Then...

I gently placed my hand behind her head... leaned closer... and kissed her forehead.

I closed my eyes...

Letting that moment linger for a while.

Then I pulled back... and looked at her.

Finally A tear slipped down from her eye... tracing her cheek.

She looked at me with those eyes...

The ones that make a desire rise in me... to kiss them. Kiss those Beautiful Eyes of her .

I placed my hand on her jaw... wiped her tear gently with my thumb... and said softly-

"Aapka shukriya Myra... iss banjaare ki zindagi mein aane ke liye... iss banjaare ka ghar banne ke liye."

(Thank you, Myra... for coming into this wanderer's life... for becoming his home.)

Everyone around us started hooting loudly.

And Myra...

She immediately hugged me.

I knew... she wanted to cry.

Maybe just a little... but she did.

So I wrapped my arms around her instantly.

She was happy right?

I switched off the mic... placed it on the table... and a staff member came and took it away.

We just stood there...

People patting my back as they returned to their places.

I smiled at them.

But my concern... was my wife.

I whispered softly,

"Yeh rona khushi ka hai ya besura laga mera gaana isliye ro rahi hain aap?"

(Are these tears of happiness... or because I sang off-key?)

"Shut up!!"

She pulled back slightly... one hand resting on the right side of my chest.

With the other, I handed her a tissue.

Wiping her tears, she said,

"That was so good, Viraat... mere liye..mere liye kabhi kisi ne aisa nahi kiya."

(No one has ever done this for me.)

She was so emotional.

After wiping her face, she threw the tissue away... and placed her left hand on the left side of my chest,

And whispered to me slowly, her eyes filled with gratitude,

"Thank you so much Viraat..."

But I gently held her palm... and placed it exactly where my heart beats.

My favourite place...

Where I always want her touch.

I slid my arm around her waist...

She didn't flinch so I pulled her slightly closer.

"Iski Jrrurrat nahi Myra , Ye to meri Khushkismati hai... ki mein aapke liye woh kar paaya... jo aapke liye kabhi kisi ne nahi kiya."

(I'm the lucky one... that I could do for you what no one ever did.)

She blushed...

A soft smile appeared on her lips...

And then on mine too.

After that, according to the plan, a staff member came from behind and handed me a bouquet of white roses. I took it while still holding her.

She glanced at them.

I slowly let go of her and stepped a little away, then handed her the bouquet.

"The first bouquet of our first date... to my beautiful wife."

She gasped, one hand flying to her mouth in surprise, then slowly took the bouquet.

"This... this is for me?"

She gently touched the soft petals of the white roses.

"Of course, wifey, this is for you... who else would I bring it for? I don't have another wife."

She looked at me and narrowed her eyes.

"Okay okay..." I raised my hands in surrender.

I stepped closer to her again, placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and asked,

"Kaise hain? Pasand aaye aapko?"

(How is it? Did you like it?)

Her eyes softened.

"Bohot sundar hain... "

( These are very beautiful)

"Do you know why I chose these white roses?" I looked at the flowers then at her .

She looked at me, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

"Because white reminds me of you... and your pure soul."

I continued sincerely,

"Also, it shows respect and sincerity-what I feel for you and our relationship."

For a few moments, she just kept looking at me... as if trying to find the truth hidden somewhere within my words.

And I... I didn't look away.

I let my eyes say everything, silently and honestly.

Then, slowly, her gaze drifted back to the flowers. She touched them again softly, like they meant something more than just roses.

And a soft, beautiful smile appeared on her lips.

"main inhe hamesha sambhal ke rakhungi Viraat"

(I'll always keep them safe Viraat.)

Her gaze remained fixed on the bouquet as if she was devouring it with her eyes.

I chuckled at her innocence.

"Sure, aap inhe sambhaliye... main aapko sambhal lunga."

(Sure, you take care of them... I'll take care of you.)

And then she hugged me, holding the bouquet in one hand.

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Now we were both sitting in our places.

Myra was glowing...

And that glow...

Was far more beautiful than anything around me.

We placed our order, and after the meal, I realized something.

Myra really loved sweets.

Ice cream, chocolates, Sweets... she could eat them endlessly.

And on the other hand... I wasn't much of a sweets person.

We are quite Opposite of each other in this...

"I'll just go to the washroom and come back."

She got up from her seat.

I nodded, and she walked away.

I asked the waiter for the bill.

But soon, my gaze fell on that white bouquet.

White...

A color that reflects purity.

For my purest soul wife.

Yes, the purest soul... because from whatever I have known about Myra till now, I only know this-she never thinks wrong about anyone.

But if someone does wrong...

She doesn't let them get away with it either.

That's why...

She is my little fighter.

🌺

I had already paid the bill, and now I was waiting for Myra.

That's when, suddenly, I realized something-

My car keys... weren't with me.

I frowned slightly and started looking around.

First, I checked my pockets... then the table... but I couldn't find them anywhere.

For a second, I thought maybe they had slipped down.

So I bent down, moving the table cloth aside, trying to look underneath.

But then...

In one corner, something caught my eye.

A small bouquet of White tulips.

I slowly pulled it out.

They were beautiful...

But who would leave them like this... on the floor?

As if...They held no value at all.

That didn't sit right with me.

I looked

at the bouquet more carefully, and that's when I noticed-

A note, tucked delicately between the flowers.

My fingers paused for a second before I picked it up.

And the moment I read it...

My heart skipped a beat.

"From Myra to her one and only friend and loving husband."

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