Akshat's POV

I got ready for the meeting with my supposed would be wife. As if. I am definitely going to say no.

Mumma looks so happy seeing me dressed up for the day. She joins hands in front of God and we leave.

I park the car near the address mumma told. 

Hmm! The house looks impressive.

We ring the bell and a lady of around mumma's age opens the door with a smile. Mumma and she exchange pleasantries and I greet her by touching her feet.

Then I greet the girl's father.

The two seem familiar but I don't remember how.

We sit down and aunty gets us water and some refreshments.

Then the question answer round starts. After some time aunty gets up and goes to get my potential bride according to mumma.

The door opens and my eyes turn to her. I stand up and look at her wide eyed.

Its-its her.

I can never forget her. I have saved so many people in my life but she was someone I can never forget.

I know I should not feel like that because she has been a victim and was traumatized at the time but the moment she launched herself in my arms, I felt something, something new and something strange. It was as if there is a weird connection. As if God wanted us to meet. Do you guys get what I am saying?

I personally asked for her health from the doctor. There were several other girls whom we saved but I asked only about her in particular. And Naman still teases me about it.

I didn't even realise that I was standing and looking at her continuously. I felt mumma pull my sleeve and I came back to real life.

I look at her father embarrassed and sat down clearing my throat sheepishly.

She comes and sits in front of me near her father. Her head is bowed down. 

Come on look up! I want to see your eyes!

Mumma asked her some questions and she finally looked up. She smiled and answered her politely.

I can still see the pain in her eyes. She still is not over the incident. Obviously, she had experienced it from so close.

Vaishnavi's POV

Mumma asks me to take him so that we can talk alone.

I don't think I'll be able to ever move forward with this marriage without telling him about that incident and my nightmares.

We move to the balcony and stand beside the railing.

I hear him clear his throat and I turn to him.

"Akshat!"

He introduces himself and I too introduce myself shaking my hand with his forwarded one.

"Vaishnavi!"

"You have a beautiful name."

"Thank you."

I smile and look into his eyes. Why does he seem familiar?

"Hum pehle kabhi mile hai kya? Mujhe aisa kyu lag rha hai ki maine aapko kahi dekha hai?"

(Have we met before? Why does it seem like I have seen you before?)

He smiled as if he knew something I didn't.

"Maybe we did. Par shayad wo circumstances yaad rakhne layak hi nhi the."

(Maybe those circumstances were not worth remembering.)

I look into his eyes and we share an eyelock. Suddenly something clicks to me and I ask him.

"Aap kaam kya karte hai?"

(What do you do?)

His eyes widens a bit but he composes himself and answers.

"I work in a government organisation."

I smile seeing the change in his demeanour.

"Which organisation?"

"Ministry of Defence."

"Post?"

He opens his mouth and fumbles a bit.

"Re-research associate."

I smile and nod and look at front. I know he is lying. I can feel it.

Have you ever experienced a situation where you know a person but you have never seen them. Yet you see the person somewhere and you recognise them because that person holds a very important place in your life.

I am experiencing that. Don't ask me how I know it, I just do. 

"Aise kyu puchh rhi thi?"

(Why are you asking like this?)

He asks after clearing his throat. I look at him with smile.

"Kuch nhi. Just asking. Pata hona chahiye na mera husband aakhir kaam kya karta hai."

(Nothing. I should know what my husband does right.)

His expressions! Oh God! He looks so cute!

I bit my lip so control my laughter. He blinks and asks.

"You want to get married to me?"

"You don't want to?"

I ask him back and he gapes like a fish.

"I-I-I didn't mean that."

He said sheepishly and I smiled.

"What did you mean then?"

I asked moving a step closer.

He smiled mischievously and stepped closer. She were standing toe to toe now. Our height difference forced me to look up at him.

He was atleast half a feet taller than me.

"I think I should also know a few things about my wife then."

We both smiled and I looked down while turning sideways.

I told him that basic things about me. My education, interests, likes and dislikes.

I don't know whether he remembers me or not. But his earlier statement indicated that he did.

I still want to tell him about that incident though. 

I turned to him and started slowly.

"There is something about me that you should know."

His expressions changed and I can make out that he knew what I was going to take about.

"Something happened. A few years back. Something terrible and something I can not forget. Mujhe aaj bhi uske nightmares aate hai and sometimes I have to take help of medicines to calm myself."

(I still get nightmares.)

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as all those memories started playing again.

"Its ok you don't need to tell if you don't want to."

I heard his soft voice. I opened my eyes and smiled slightly.

"I want to. Agar iss rishte mai aage badhna hai toh I have to. I just need some time. Please!"

(If I want this relationship then I have to.)

I whispered and he nodded. We stayed there for some time and then went out.

Our parents were talking and they stopped and looked at us.

We looked at each other with a smile and then looked at our parents and nodded.

They all jumped up in excitement, well, our mothers jumped up in excitement.

Papa looked at me and I blinked my eyes assuring him that I was happy with the decision. He smiled and hugged me caressing my head.

Our mothers were so happy and excited. They were literally chirping like two long-lost friends.

They discussed about the wedding dates and said that they would finalise the dates after talking to the priest in a few days.

I look at Akshat to find him already looking at me. We smile at each other and I pray for our life ahead.
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