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ever happened in my life. This is what I feel about you and dream about us.
If you can categorize it as love then yes, I love you too,’ he said earnestly.
I was speechless and tears started rolling down my cheeks.
I sobbed and then we slept together only to face nasty stares from the
nurse the next morning. But Virat looked much better. I kissed his head and
left for my ward. It only took a couple of days for all formalities to be
completed and we were released from the hospital.
Virat joined the Presidential Staff and I was back in Delhi. My
parents were glad and I realized there is nothing like home. Even Gupta
aunty looked sweet.
The fourth innings of our unconventional romance was thankfully
without any adventure and we took our sweet little time to date and explore
each other. We did not leave a cafe, restaurant or discotheque in the city
unexplored. We sipped coffees, ate street food, indulged in shopping,
watched first day first show movies and did every single clichéd thing that
couples are supposed to do.
And that included lots of lovemaking too, at his place of course,
though I still rate lovemaking amidst fire and in the jungle, better.
We continued to date for a year and also visited Tral during the
summer. The school was rebuilt and provided with full-time special security
and grants, now that the prime minister was taking a personal interest. It had
become a model school, always visited by dignitaries. It also resulted in
increased media attention and increased income for the locals.
I took along many gifts for the kids, Susan, Mr Khan and everybody
else who embraced me when I needed them the most. The kids were thrilled
to see me.
Virat had the option of staying at one of his guest houses there but
Mr Khan offered us the very same cottage where I had spent a lot of time
being miserable. The single bed actually broke when Virat tried to
accommodate himself on it, taking me down with him. We laughed for a
very long time. We explored Kashmir a little more and decided to come back
every year.
This heaven on Earth would always be special for us.
When my so-called frequent ‘official visits’ became too much for my
parents, they began to ask me if I had found a man. I told them about Virat.
The exceptionally suave (when he wished to be) and well settled boy stole
my parents’ hearts instantly, and soon after Virat presented me to his parents
in full sanskari mode. I touched their feet and his mother hugged me real
tight. For them, I was a miracle who would fulfil their long-held wish of
seeing their son married and having grandkids.
I did not mind, because this was my ultimate plan, but of course only
in the future.