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In the garden of emotions, your love blooms like a beautiful rose.. ❤️ Author pov...

Kanak woke up before dawn, carefully extricating herself from Vikram's embracing arms without disturbing him. She tiptoed to the bathroom, freshened up, and then selected a beautiful saree from her wardrobe.

As she draped the saree around her, she felt a sense of tranquility wash over her. She moved to the kitchen, her movements quiet and efficient as she prepared prarthan and chai.

Meanwhile, Vikram stirred, slowly coming to. As he sat up, he was hit with a wave of panic, his mind foggy from the previous night's drinking. He looked around frantically, his eyes scanning the room for Kanak.

"Kanak?" he called out, his voice laced with worry. He threw off the blanket and stumbled out of the room, searching for her.

As he entered the kitchen, he was greeted by the warm aroma of chai and the soft glow of morning light. Kanak stood by the stove, her back to him, her saree a vibrant splash of color in the quiet morning.

Vikram's panic dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and wonder. He stood there, frozen, taking in the peaceful scene before him._.

Kanak handed Vikram a glass of lemon water, her voice soft and gentle. "Yeh pillo, sar dard thik ho jayega." (Drink this, your headache will get better.)

Vikram took the glass quietly, his eyes downcast. He sipped the lemon water, wincing slightly as the sour taste hit his tongue.

As he drank, he asked in a stutter, "Did I...did I do something yesterday? I'm sorry if I did something unethical...and hurt you." His voice trailed off, his eyes still fixed on the floor.

He struggled to continue, his words barely above a whisper. "I didn't...touch you inappropriately, did I?" The question hung in the air, Vikram's eyes still downcast, unable to meet Kanak's gaze.

Kanak's expression softened, her eyes filled with compassion. She reached out and gently touched Vikram's arm, her voice reassuring. "Vikram, tumne kuch nahin kiya." (Vikram, you didn't do anything wrong.)

Vikram's eyes slowly rose, meeting Kanak's gaze. He searched her face, looking for any sign of hurt or anger. But all he saw was kindness and understanding._.

Vikram felt a wave of relief wash over him as he realized he hadn't hurt Kanak in his intoxicated state. He smiled to himself, feeling grateful for her kindness.

"Mei nahaa kar aata hoon," he said, excusing himself to freshen up.

After a refreshing bath, Vikram returned to the living room, where Kanak had laid out a delicious breakfast spread. They sat down together on the sofa, and Vikram dug into the paranthas, savoring the flavors.

As he finished his second parantha, Kanak smiled and served him another one. "Kha lo, pura din kaam karne ke liye energy chahiye," she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth. (Eat this, you need energy to work throughout the day.)

Vikram's heart swelled with emotion as he touched the parantha. He was deeply moved by Kanak's thoughtful gesture, her concern for his well-being. He quietly ate the parantha, his eyes locked onto Kanak's, filled with gratitude and affection._

As Kanak got up to wash the plates, Vikram quickly stopped her. "Let me do this, Kanak," he said, his eyes shining with a warm smile.

Kanak tried to protest, but Vikram was insistent. He gently took the plates from her hands and headed to the kitchen to wash them.

As he stood at the sink, scrubbing the plates with soap and water, Kanak watched him with a mix of surprise and delight. She had never seen Vikram do household chores before, and the sight of him washing dishes was both endearing and amusing.

Vikram, sensing her gaze, looked up and caught her eye, his face breaking into a sheepish grin. Kanak couldn't help but smile back at him, feeling a warmth in her heart that she hadn't felt in a long time.

As Vikram finished washing the dishes and put them away, Kanak felt a sense of appreciation for this small act of kindness. It was a tiny gesture, but it spoke volumes about Vikram's willingness to change and adapt, to show his love and care for her in new and unexpected ways._

As Vikram prepared to leave for the farm, he turned to Kanak and said, "Mei farm par ja raha hu. Kuch chahiye to bata dena." (I'm going to the farm. If you need anything, let me know.)

Kanak nodded quietly, her eyes cast downward. Vikram noticed that she seemed a bit subdued, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

As he walked out the door and headed towards the farm, Vikram couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. He wondered if Kanak's unusual behavior was a result of her wanting to leave him. Maybe, he thought, she was trying to be nice to him before she went away.

The thought sent a pang of sadness through Vikram's chest. He realized that he wouldn't be able to stop her if she wanted to leave. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming, and Vikram felt his heart heavy with emotion.

As he worked on the farm, Vikram's mind kept wandering back to Kanak. He couldn't understand why she was being so nice to him, and the uncertainty was eating away at him ... ... ....

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