Paro is lost in thoughts of her future, when her friend wonders if she has ever dreamt of her Prince charming. She says doesn't. But she has, only she doesn't realize it. The kind and affectionate thakurainsa arrives and says she knows what that man should be like. Kind, gentle and soft spoken. A man with qualities of nurturing. But she is the one who nurtures. Years ago, she had cared for a stranger; a lost and lonely boy, burning in his personal hell. She had gifted him her doll. Her act of kindness had doused that hellfire, it had soothed him momentarily and made him smile even if it was for a fraction of a second.
Should soulmates be alike? If they are then how would they find balance? They should be opposite, contrasting and complementing. Soulmates are two pieces of a puzzle, coming together and finding harmony. If one is day, the other should be night. If one is shadow, the other is light. If one is water, the other is fire. One cannot exist without the other. They are yin and yang.
She often dreams of a blazing fire and a man with red, fiery eyes. Fear of destruction engulfs her as she had once witnessed her loved once being reduced to ashes by this very fire. Her loving mamisa tries to eradicate that fear with her comforting words. Fire isn't always destructive, it is sacred too. It is found in havan kund, it binds us to the divine and ties two souls in the bond of marriage.
Paro is water, she preserves. Rudra is fire, he devastates. She is the flowing stream that soaks the barren lands but if angered, she can wipe out an entire stretch of land. He is the burning inferno causing fear and destruction, but he can also light up the darkness.
One day, this fiery man would ignite a slow burning fire inside her heart, the kind that gives hope, love and light; just as she had once soothed his aching soul.
The man with the fiery eyes, the man in her nightmares, is the man of her dreams. She just doesn't know it yet.
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