Chapter 34

RR through our eyes (Chapter 34)

 

Thanks Mano for the edits.

 

Author’s note:  I have the following lines to tell you all (taken from the song of OneRepublic)

 

My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess

'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears

This time don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
But I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

*****

 

A perfect Suhaag Raat for the perfect couple after their perfect wedding. Will their married life be perfect ? That is for us to wait and see.

 

The question might come back to haunt him tomorrow. Whether she is really Paro ? Or is she Myrah who came to know about Paro and Rudra story from Phulwari and started dreaming about them ? He will make a list of all the things that made him believe she is Paro. And the only thing against it being the association with the NGO woman Phulwari. He will do lot more analysis in his brain. He will probably question quite a number of people. He will gather a lot of information to prove she is indeed Paro.

 

Is Rudra in for a roller coaster ride ?

OR will he forget all the questions and doubts in wake of the wonderful night they shared ?

 

***

 

The “morning after” was as sweet as it could be - with Rudra waking up slowly – realising he is sprawled across - all over his dear Paro. Two nights in a row he has woken up seeing her face. He kept looking at her. And he thought this is pure bliss.

 

She woke up feeling something against her cheeks. Partially opened her eyes to see Rudra’s face. And him grazing his cheek against hers. The one day old stubble tickled her. And pricked her too. She smiled thinking of how he always does that to see her pout. So that he can then kiss the pout away. In anticipation of the kiss she pouted and he kissed her. And she thought this is unbridled happiness.

 

Somebody knocked on the door. Come to think of it maybe the knock was what woke up Rudra. Else he and his beloved were lost in their own world. Rudra got up and after waking Paro. It was Maithili Bhabhisa and Samrat.

 

“Devarjisa , das baj gaye. Hum Haveli Jaane ki tayaari Karen ?” She asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

 

“Haan we will get ready soon. Where are the others ?”

 

“Sab Ghar chale gaye. Only the four of us are left. And we are here to make sure you come back soon. At least before lunch.” She said. Her face still not ready to let go of the smile.

 

“Haan. In half an hour we will be downstairs Bhabhisa.”

 

And as promised they were back in the haveli where some semblance of order had returned. Only the family was left now. The children were waiting for them to reach home to take Paro away to join in their games. Rudra watched Paro playing hide and seek with them.

And he thought this is pure bliss.

 

 

She was aware of his eyes on her. Wandering all over her body. Piercing through her soul. The need, the want in them. She watched his relaxed stance. It was a long time since she saw him like that. Before the marriage he was always under stress – worried about some imaginary doom which will fall on them. Worried about Tejawat striking. Oh she had heard the story of Tejawat and his connection to Parvati and Maasa. Though not aware of all the details she knew the gist of it. And could not understand why Tejawat will still be behind them. After all she is just a look alike of Paro. Paro was long gone. The witness was no more around. But Rudra was worried. Though he momentarily forgot all about that during the marriage ceremony , the alertness and stress was back soon. And peaked after dinner. She will never know probably why Rudra wanted to be away from her yesterday night. But all is well that ends well. She is happy. She is Mrs Rudra Pratap Ranawat as he called her. He is happy and calm and relieved. And she thought this is unbridled happiness.

 

Lunch was again a grand affair. The whole family including the Mehras sitting and talking and passing on dishes to each other. Paro next to him and Dhruv on her other side. Paro stealing glances at him from time to time. Their fingers touching every time they passed things to each other. And then her shy smile. He found it difficult to look away from her.

And he thought this is pure bliss.

 

If he keeps looking like this at her she will melt very soon. She was sure he was wantedly running his long fingers over hers every time they exchanged vessels. And she was also sure he deliberately asked her to get him the curds or the dal or the roti. She was a modern girl. Used to much more open romance in the west. Why then does she feel he conveys much more love even with those feather touches ? Why does she feel that the air is thick with passion ready to explode ? And most of all why is she feeling shy ? In spite of feeling shy why does she want him to continue looking at her ? She was enjoying this attention from Rudra. Which wife will not want her husband to look at her as if she is the only thing that matters in this whole world ? Which girl will not want her lover to tell her through his eyes that he wants to devour her ? She was lucky to have found him, her Bhaagya. And she thought this is unbridled happiness.

 

After lunch the whole family had assembled for dessert in the hall when Rudra got a call from his colleague. One of the girls who had got kidnapped had been found early morning. She had escaped from the place where they were tied up and imprisoned. It was Megha, the minister’s daughter. She was in a very bad state and was being treated in the hospital.  She was not in a condition to speak. And there was no news about the other girl Radha (who is a local). The doctors had advised everybody to wait till the next evening before trying to talk to Megha. Rudra promised to be in the hospital in the evening and hung up. He shared the news with Paro and also about how relieved he was that they could get back at least one of the victims alive. They had almost lost hope.

 

Rudra tried to tune in into the conversations. They were talking about Mehras’s trip back which was scheduled for the next Sunday. About when Rudra can visit them in US along with his family. And then suddenly Sunehri wanted to know where Rudra is planning his honeymoon. The family which took care of everything did not plan or book tickets for the honeymoon as Rudra had told them that he will take care of it himself. Dhruv and Koel was suddenly keen to know what honeymoon is all about. It was Poonam who explained it beautifully to him.

 

“When you get a new friend you will want to spend more time with him – right ? Sharing stories, watching TV, playing games etc ? For any new relation we form we need to spend quality time to get to know each other. Same goes for the husband and wife too. So they take some time off and go to a vacation spot and stay there for a few days. Understand about what each of them like. How they would like to plan their life together and so on. Usi Ko Honeymoon Bolte Hain....”

 

“But Mumma and Papa know each other well already ” Children and their innocent questions.

 

“Haan but that is not enough. Here there is always the house work and Papa’s office work. Now your Momma’s work for NGO also which she will continue from here. They need to be away from all this busy work to talk to each other.” Maithili pitched in.

 

“Then I also want to go. I also want to get to know Momma more. Here I have school and then home work after that. I am also taking leave then” Dhruv was adamant. And everybody burst out laughing.

 

“Tumhen Koi Leke Nahin Jaanewaala. “ Kakisa’s habit of making others sad with her words was not so easily forgotten.

 

Dhruv’s face fell. He was almost ready to cry.

 

“Haan Dhruv. Sure. We will not go anywhere without you. But if you think you can skip school now, think again. We will go only when you have your holidays. And yes I also want to know you better.  Okay ?“ Paro put Dhruv at ease winking at Rudra.

 

And he thought this is pure bliss.

And she thought this is unbridled happiness.

 

Some say happiness is fleeting. Some others say that we inadvertently cast evil eye on our own happiness. Must be true for Parud for sure.

 

Shatabdi was the one who came to Rudra to give him another serving of kheer. He was again on a call with his office. Standing near the main door. He had just finished his call and extended the katori towards her. She poured the kheer. Smiled at him and walked away a step. Stopped, turned and asked him, “ So did you have the alcohol vs milk drinking competition with Myrah too ? The way you had with Paro. Did Myrah drink milk and win? “

Some innocent people do more damage than evil ones. And quite a few people do not know what to say and what to keep within themselves. They have no idea what havoc a carelessly thrown word can cause in other’s lives.  At this instant Shatabdi is one such person whose  brain did not allow her to think beyond petty Achar wars.

 

And Paro – if she had known what transpired now – would have cursed the moment when she shared this info with Shatabdi. It was the day after Sumer’s wedding. Shatabdi was a bundle of sorrow the day after morning. The saying that those who act tough are actually covering up all the fear and worries was perfect for Shatabdi.  Paro was not one to share personal info freely with others. But she always falls for other’s tears. Especially the innocent ones’. To put Shatabdi at ease and to make her mood better Paro shared her own milk drinking story. Little would she have imagined that it will come back to haunt her.

 

There is also an old Native American saying -

When you are in doubt, be still, and wait;

So long as mists envelop you, be still;

Be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists

As it surely will.

Then act with courage.

 

But Rudra was not one to wait or sit still. On the contrary he just wanted to find out immediately a place to sit peacefully and think. He wanted to get out of this haveli before he blurted out something to Paro. Or is it Myrah ? He wanted to clear this thoughts.  He murmured in the hall about an emergency in the kidnapping case and how his going out is very important. How he will be late coming back. He went to his room to pick up his wallet and keys to the Jeep.  While searching for the keys he heard Paro behind.

 

“The videographer is coming to show us the albums and the recording. Can’t you go a little later ?”

 

“No it is urgent. Where are my keys ?”

 

“What is so urgent ? Just two minutes back you said one of the girls returned. And still in the hospital and that you can talk to her only in the evening. “

 

“Yeah something else came up.”

 

“What came up Rudra ? I can understand if you tell me. I am not an uneducated person. “

 

“Yeah but I cannot tell you anything now. I have to myself analyse it. Where did I keep the keys ? “ He was no more sure whether he was talking about the case or about his thoughts.

 

“Keys are with me. You are hiding something again. Unless you tell me the truth I am not going to give it to you. “ she dangled the keys in front of his face.

 

 

“Bhavali Ho Gayi Hai Paro ? Bachon Jaise Harkatein Mat Karo. Chaabi De Do.” His displeasure was audible in the tone and the words.

 

 

But she did not hear anything beyond the name Paro. Her fingers on their own slackened and the key slid the length of her index finger and landed on the floor with a tinkling sound. Which made Rudra even angrier. He picked it up and looked at her with anger oozing out of his every pore.

 

 

Anger at her for letting the key fall

Anger at her for hiding his key

Anger at her for questioning him

Anger at her for trying to stop him from going away

Anger at her for making him so confused

Anger at her for making him believe she is Paro

Anger at her for not telling him about knowing Phulwari

Anger at her for going around and telling everybody about their first night. Their first first night. About the milk vs alcohol drinking.

 

Is he angry at Myrah or Paro ?

His eyes became clouded – with anger with wetness, with sadness, with helplessness. He blinked them and looked at her again. To see all these emotions reflected in hers. Why is she sad and angry and shocked and helpless ? Then it dawned on him what he said to her. He addressed her as Paro. And she heard it.

 

 

 

Before today he was afraid to tell his family the truth about Paro.

Lest they break them apart

 

Before today he was afraid to tell the Mehras the truth.

Lest they take their daughter away from him

 

Before today he was afraid to tell her the truth.

Lest her health condition takes her away from him

 

Before today he was afraid to let her go out on her own.

Lest Tejawat or his men see her and harm her

 

But now today- at this moment - he knew the only person he should have been afraid of was himself.

 

For doubting destiny

For doubting love

For doubting her

and

For doubting himself

For creating this divide. This barrier in their minds.

 

Rudra realised what he said and cleared his throat to say something. But Paro was in no mood to listen.

 

“Just go Rudra”

 

“Woh Main. That was a........” he tried to start again with no idea of what to say. What can possibly be an explanation for calling her Paro ?

 

“Just leave.....Rudra. Or do you want me to leave ? “ her voice came out broken.  And the threat sounded weak to her own ears.

 

He saw her breaking down. He knew why. He was the cause.

Before he broke her heart with just one word she had seen him starting to lose control. And she thought she knew why. She was the cause.

 

They stood their facing each other.  Not able to move or say anything. They wanted to move away but thir hearts wanted to stay close.

 

They both were hoping that the last few minutes could be turned back. And they could be back to their loving life.

 

But it was not to be.

His brain is trying to control his mind. Making him doubt his Paro.

 And her brain is not able to bring back her memories. Making her doubt his love for her present form.

 

No riches or brains can turn the clock back.

OR bring back the past.

OR take back the words spoken.

One has to live with the consequences.

 

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Chapter 33

RR through our eyes (Chapter 33)

 

Thanks Mano for the edits.

 

I was ready to reveal some secrets. But most of you wanted to see how the Suhaag Raat will happen. So here it is...............

 

Paro waited and waited. Rudra was nowhere to be seen. She was tired after the long eventful day. All she wanted was to change into something comfortable and be with her husband. To lie down in his arms. To hug him tight. Be showered with kisses. To return the favour with all fervour. And.............No. She will have to stop these thoughts for now. Lest she gets carried away.

 

Everything went so well in the morning. It was a dream come true for her. She had always wanted a wedding in India. But to this grand scale and glory – she never thought of. Her parents were particular that their only daughter’s wedding should be one which “Duniya” will talk about for days to come. No, her parents were not the type to show off. But this is something which they also looked forward to.

 

And Rudra made it more special as if he read her mind. As if he knew exactly what will make her happy. She blushed thinking of how her friends made fun of her. About how lucky she was – that a husband who took so much care of the decorations and the rituals (in spite of not believing in them himself) will definitely take care of all her needs and wants and fantasies.

 

Time ticked by. Still no sign of Rudra. She wondered what he was doing at this late hour. Which friend of his will be still around to talk to him ? How can one have such a stupid friend ? Doesn’t the friend know that it is their Suhaag Raat ? Well not technically but still........Even if the friend had no brains what was Rudra doing down there ? Paro could feel restlessness and annoyance  building up inside her.

 

It hurt now. She had expected him to hold her hand and to bring her to the room. Or maybe even carry her like in movies. To look at her with those dreamy eyes and tell her how much he had waited for this moment. Instead he had asked her to proceed to the room on her own ? Why ? He was so loving and caring and romantic the entire day. She tried to think back and see when his attitude changed. He was okay during the wedding. The lunch. Yes he was upset when he could not locate her later. But he was happy during the reception and the dinner. Was it after the dinner that he started to act weird ?

 

She looked around. The room was beautifully decorated. The thick curtains were still not drawn and light was streaking in outside – probably from the opposite mall. Maithili Jija had taken great care to decorate the room. She thought. She is so lucky to have such a great family around her. But where is Rudra ? Like a person who is hungry keeps thinking of food - even after trying to distract himself with other thoughts – she kept coming back to one name – Rudra.

 

Her eyes fell on the champagne on one side and wine on the other side. She itched to take a sip of the iced champagne. After waiting for 5 more minutes she opened it. And had a sip and another one and another one.

 

*******

The elders retired to their respective rooms. And the last of his friends also said good bye. Rudra wanted to clear his mind. He was not yet ready to face Paro. Meeting the NGO worker Phulwari and finding out that Paro knows her well had shaken him. How well did they know each other ? He had seen recordings of Paro talking to herself about the nightmares and flashes which she keeps seeing. Those videos were the ones which made him realise that she is his Paro who has lost her memory. But .........

 

Were those dreams coming back from her own memory ?

Or was it borrowed by her brain from the stories shared by Phulwari ?

What if the latter had told or shared information about Rudra and Paro ? And that came out in the form of nightmares ?

What if ........?  Kahin Aisa Na Ho Ki .....................

Rudra was scared to even utter those words and questions in his mind.

What if Myrah is not Paro ?

What if she is really Myrah ?

What if these nightmares are in no way connected to her ?

 

No it cannot be. She is Paro. His Paro. It has to be “Bhagya” as Paro used to say that she came back to his life. That she came to India. That Rudra was chosen by her uncle as her bodyguard. Hasn’t she time and again talked like his Paro ? Acted like her ? Treated him with the same affection and care.

 

It cannot be anything else. Maybe she knew Phulwari. Maybe she was even told the story by Phulwari. Though he cannot think of any reason why their story of the hate marriage be shared with Paro.

In what context ?

 

Paro said she worked with NGOs for sorting out problems of different kinds of abuse. And that she met Murthy and Phulwari in that context. Looking back at the scene he could hear Paro asking Phulwari , why she is quiet after meeting Paro. What does that mean ? They never met face to face before ? But how could Paro identify Murthy then ?

 

Well he was left with only questions and no answers. He cannot confront Paro directly too. What if it all turned out that Paro got no information from the NGO organisation?  This line of questioning is bound to make her suspicious and to start asking more questions. Oh she looks hale and healthy now but her doctor from US who had come down had specifically told him to be careful to not trigger any old memories. But he could not talk more with the doctor as the Mehras walked in at that moment.

 

Rudra ran his hands through his hair in frustration. His mind is not at ease. The seed of doubt has been planted by the presence of the NGO woman. It was tough for him to act as if everything is fine. He was not ready to face Paro yet. He was hoping that she had gone to sleep already. So that he can sneak in and pretend in the morning that all is fine.

 

One should be careful about whom you invite for the wedding !! Till a couple of hours back he was the happiest man in the world.  That the wedding went off so well. That Paro was happy with the things he had arranged. He was happy to see her holding onto Dhruv’s hand for the blessings. To see them as a family with their near and dear ones. He had panicked in between for some time when he could not reach her but all was well. Tejawat did not make any appearance. Nor did he create any sort of problem.

 

Yesterday night he thought and they both mentioned it early morning today that nobody can come in between them. They will be united and will be together always. Paro promised also the same thing. She took the eighth vachan too.  And now the only thing which stands between him and Paro is the doubt in his mind. Only if he was not analysing things so much. Only if he could trust people more openly. Like Samrat , Sunehri and many others. How peaceful life would have been. For once he felt envious of such people. But he never was one of them. His childhood and later the BSD training made sure of that.

 

He again looked at the watch. It was almost 12.  He was sitting in the lobby of the hotel.  Trying to hide his face behind a newspaper. The grandfather’s clock started chiming. He looked up and he saw his Cindrella coming down the stairs.

 

Was she swaying or is it his imagination playing tricks on him ?

 

“Rudra, what are you doing here reading news paper ? Do you know how long I have been waiting for you. Aayiye , Shrimaan Rudra Pratap Ranawat....” her words slurred. And he knew she was intoxicated.

 

“Ppaar.....I was just coming. I had to check some news in the paper.” He just stopped in time again from calling her Paro.

 

“You know you are a bad liar. You say something and your eyes say something else. Are you avoiding me ?”

 

“No.........I am not.”

 

“Hamaari Shaadi Hui Hai Aaj. “ she whispered coming close to his ear, “ Suhaagan Bani Hoon. Suhaag Raat Toh Banta Hai Na ?” she smiled looking at him sweetly.

 

She cannot be anybody other than Paro. The innocence combined with naughtiness. And the question. Which is exactly what she had asked on the night of their hate marriage.

 

He stood there mesmerised by her words, by her lips, by her eyes. She took hold of his left hand with her right one. And pulled him along. And Rudra allowed himself to be pulled by a swaying Paro. They went up the steps – at her pace. She talking nonstop and he in his own thoughts. She opened the door with the key in hand and pulled him hard so as to go inside before the door closes itself. He would have hit his right should on the door frame if Paro had not pulled him to the left. He woke up from the trance due to the sudden pull. She looked back with half closed eyes and said, “ Don’t worry. I am not that drunk. I will not let you get hurt. Against the door. “

 

In a few steps they both were near the bed. “ Haan Aa Gaye. Finally.” Saying this she pushed him onto the cot.

 

And then she walked back to the door to put the chain in place and looked back at him. “ I am so unhappy that you did not come up earlier. Why are you so aloof all of a sudden ?  Did I do or say something ? Did something happen ?”

 

“No nothing happened. You are drunk. Go to sleep. “

 

She walked to his side of the bed. Leaned over him. For a minute he thought she was going to hug him. He very badly needed one. But his mind was plagued with doubts. He wanted  to drive away all his doubts. Fears and worries. Maybe the hug will help. But does she expect more from him tonight ? How can they spend the night when he is in a confused state ?

 

He closed his eyes and waited. How is he going to see through this phase ? Rudra was never this much of a coward. Then why is his hand not moving to either pull her to him or push her away ? Why this dilemma ?

 

Even after a few seconds when he could not feel her touch him he opened his eyes. The sight surprised him. She was stretching her hand to take the half empty champagne bottle on the other side of the bed. Once she got hold of it, she settled on the floor next to the bed and started taking sips.

 

“Cheers to Mrs and Mr Rudra Pratap Ranawat. “ she raised the bottle.

 

“Dekh, Bahut Pi CHuki Ho. Ab Band Karo aur Chup Chap So Jao.”

 

“We just got married today. Abhi Se you are trying to control me like a husband ? “

 

“Dekh. Zyaada Mat Pina. Otherwise you will get a headache tomorrow. “

 

“ Yeah I know. I remember. But I want to drink.  Now if you have to stop me from drinking there is a way. Instead of me you keep drinking the wine. “ She pointed to the unopened wine bottle.

 

“No I am fine. I am not a wine person.  “ Rudra had already had couple of drinks with his friends earlier. He had no intention of getting drunk and doing something stupid. Stupid ? As in what ? Hugging her ? Kissing her ? Why is that stupid ? He wished his mind stopped talking for once. Maybe it is a good idea to get drunk. At least he can have a peaceful night.

 

“I am only asking you to drink wine. Not milk. And you are not allergic to wine – are you ? So come on. Rudra. Start or else I will.........” That mention of milk and the blackmail worked. Rudra was flooded with their memories of their first night after hate marriage. The more he looked at her and the more hea heard her – his doubts started vanishing.

 

“Okay... I will. Hold on.” And he opened the bottle and took a large gulp. Must be one of the most expensive. It tasted divine on his tongue. In spite of the fact that he never liked wine.

 

“Next one MajorSaab.......As long as wine flows down your throat the champagne will remain in my bottle” She winked and started counting and he took another gulp and another.

 

Before he knew it his bottle was empty. Surprisingly hers was too.

 

“You cheated ? “ Rudra asked

 

“Everything is fair in war and love. Right ? “ and saying this she passed out. He was not sure what to make of her last statement. He tried to think and make some sense out of it but the drinks plus the wine and the long day made his eyes droop slightly. He got up slowly , lifted  Paro in his hands and made her sleep on the bed. He was about to move to the other side of the bed when her hand came out and pulled him closer. She turned around hugged him tight nuzzling her nose against his neck.

 

“Where are you running away to ? Are you tired Rudra ? “

 

“Nahin Toh ? Kyon ? ” he stopped thinking. Forgot about everything else. It was just him and his wife Paro. He will think of all the doubts tomorrow. For now it is just him in her arms and she in his.

 

“Just asked. “ she muttered.

 

“What do you want me to do ? To bring something for you from the pantry ? Are you hungry ?” he could not help teasing her. He can get used to this. Teasing her. As he always used to.

 

“Shhhhhh.......No talking” she admonished.

 

He lifted his head and brought it down near her face. Their noses touching they looked at each other.

 

“Then what do you want to do ? “ he asked

 

She glanced at his lips meaningfully.

 

He kissed her chin. Then her right cheek and then the left. She waited. He lips hovered just above hers. Waiting for her to call him what she always does.

 

“Jallaad” she said with a shiver of anticipation.

 

And he lost whatever little, feeble resistance he had held onto. He snaked his arm under her and lifted her to meet his lips. And then he set out to give his eager bride what she was waiting for all this time. What he also wanted – without doubt.  Uninhibited love and passion.

 

A fitting scene for the black suit and the red sari. Which they missed in Jaipur.

 

So in a nutshell this is what happened in the day. They say history repeats itself. But for Parud history mirrors itself. Here is how –

 

Then – he made her go through a hate marriage

Now – she convinced him to go through a love marriage

 

Then – it was a Jugaad Ki Shaadi

Now – it was a dream wedding

 

Then – the red dhaga was tied

Now – the Mangal Sutra was selected by him

 

Then – he uttered the eighth hate vachan

Now – she uttered the eighth vachan with lots of love

 

Then -  he left her in the hall and went away

Now – he remained in the reception unsure of what to do

 

Then – she was plagued by worries

Now – he was worried about who she actually is

 

Then - he sauntered back to take his Dulhan back to their room

Now – she came back swaying to take him to their room

 

Then – he was drunk

Now – she is drunk

 

Then – he made her drink milk

Now – she made him drink wine

 

Then - she carried him onto the bed

Now – he carried her and placed her on the bed

 

Then – they slept on the bed holding hands

Now – they slept on the bed in each other’s arms

 

A perfect Suhaag Raat for the perfect couple after their perfect wedding. Will their married life be perfect ? That is for us to wait and see.

 

The question might come back to haunt him tomorrow. Whether she is really Paro ? Or is she Myrah who came to know about Paro and Rudra story from Phulwari and started dreaming about them ? He will make a list of all the things that made him believe she is Paro. And the only thing against it being the association with the NGO woman Phulwari. He will do lot more analysis in his brain. He will probably question quite a number of people. He will gather a lot of information to prove she is indeed Paro.

 

Is Rudra in for a roller coaster ride ?

OR will he forget all the questions and doubts in wake of the wonderful night they shared ?

 

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