Chapter 37 – A Moment Without Words
Sometimes, the most profound moments in a relationship are the ones where words don't need to be spoken.
When everything feels complete, simply by being in the same space.
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It was one of those rare evenings when the whole world seemed to slow down.
The city outside was loud—people hurrying through the streets, cars honking, life moving on in a blur.
But inside their small home, the silence was peaceful.
Aarav sat by the window, his back to Mehar as he stared out at the city lights. She was on the couch, her feet tucked under her, a book resting in her lap but forgotten as she watched him.
She didn't need to say anything.
He didn't need to turn around.
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And for once, neither of them felt the need to fill the quiet with anything.
It was just them. In this moment.
The yellow curtains moved gently with the breeze, casting soft shadows across the room. There was no music, no background noise—just the sound of the occasional car passing by. And the distant hum of life, outside their window.
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Mehar's fingers itched to say something. To break the silence with a laugh, or a question, or a comment. But she stopped herself. The air felt too right, too perfect.
Instead, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her eyes fixed on the quiet man in front of her.
He didn't need to say anything either.
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In that moment, Aarav felt something stir inside him. Something he didn't always know how to explain.
He didn't need to be constantly talking to her, or doing something for her, or planning their future in a thousand ways. Sometimes, just being was enough.
The way the dim light made her skin glow, the way she was lost in thought, her hair falling across her face—it was all so perfect, so simple.
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And suddenly, Aarav stood up. Mehar's gaze followed him as he walked toward her, and for a moment, it felt like time itself was slowing down.
He didn't say anything.
He didn't need to.
He sat next to her, close enough that their shoulders touched. His hand, without a word, found hers.
And in that touch, everything they had said and not said over the past months fell into place. All the small things, all the big things, all the silent promises they had made to each other—without a single sentence.
They didn't need to speak. Not then.
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Mehar looked at him, her heart full of the words she hadn't said but somehow knew he understood. She gave him a soft, almost imperceptible smile. He smiled back.
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
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