When Two Souls Become One:
Now that you've come, I won't let you go…
For who can bear separations cruel blow?
In your absence, months turned to years…
My soul is scattered, searching for you in the markets….
Each moment stretched into an endless span, tell me how to spend this life???
Ramish sat beside Richer in the car as they drove toward the hotel. Quietly, he reached over and held Richer's hand. For a moment, Richer glanced at him, but said nothing, his silence speaking more than words.
In a tender tone, Ramish whispered,
"Richer… what's wrong? Ever since we met, you've been so quiet. Aren't you happy about our meeting? Or is there something you want to tell me, but cannot find the words for?"
Richer gave him a faint smile and replied,
"It's nothing like that, Ramish… let's talk once we reach the hotel."
Saying this, he turned his face toward the window, gazing silently outside.
The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken emotions. Ramish, too, turned away, yet his grip on Richer's hand only tightened, as though afraid to let Lost Him.
After a while, Richer looked back at him and tried to free his hand, but Ramish didn't loosen his hold. Moments later, the car stopped in front of the hotel. Richer's voice grew gentle, almost pleading,
"Ramish… please, let go of my hand. We've arrived. Come on, let's go inside."
Reluctantly, Ramish released his hand, and they both stepped out of the car. As Richer walked ahead, he suddenly realized Ramish was no longer beside him. Turning back, he saw him still standing near the car, head bowed.
Concerned, Richer walked back and asked softly,
"What's the matter, Ramish? Don't you want to come inside?"
Ramish slowly raised his head. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears—eyes that carried a thousand questions no words could express.
Seeing this, Richer spoke with warmth,
"Ramish… don't make yourself sad. There are so many questions in our hearts, and in time, we'll give each other the answers. I am right here with you… then why this sorrow?"
Ramish gave a faint nod and whispered,
"Alright…"
With tender care, Richer wiped away his tears with his handkerchief, smiled softly, and said,
"Now come on, let's go inside."
The hotel was magnificent, adorned with elegance and grace. As they entered the room, the manager said politely,
"Sir, I'll arrange a separate room for Mr. Ramish right away."
Ramish turned to Richer in surprise, his face suddenly pale. Noticing his expression, Richer quickly responded,
"That won't be necessary. This room is more than enough. Ramish will stay with me. Besides, we'll be leaving to explore Dubai the day after tomorrow, so there's no need for another room."
The manager bowed respectfully.
"Very well, sir. If you need anything, please call me."
With that, he left, closing the door behind him.
Now only Ramish and Richer remained in the room. As Richer turned around, he found Ramish's eyes fixed on him, unwavering. In the next instant, Ramish suddenly stepped forward and pulled him into a fierce embrace.
Richer stumbled in surprise, nearly losing his balance, his back brushing against the table behind him. In Ramish's arms, there was an intensity, a desperation, a yearning that spoke of years of silent longing.
Richer looked at him in astonishment.
"Ramish… what—what are you doing?"
Ramish's eyes were glistening, his lips trembling as he whispered,
"Richer… I have longed for this embrace for so many years. So many times I pressed your picture against my chest, yet I never found peace. Tonight… just give me these few moments—let me hold you like this. It is the unrest of years… and today, it needs to find its peace."
The honesty in his voice filled the air with a soft melancholy. Ramish's tone grew heavier, carrying the weight of his heart.
"Richer, I have burned day and night in your absence. What my heart has endured cannot be put into words. And yet, having you close tonight… makes me feel like the luckiest man alive."
His gaze lingered on Richer's face, then with a dazed smile, he whispered,
"Richer… your face, how beautiful it is. It never once left my sight, even when you were far away."
Slowly, his thumb traced over the small mole on Richer's neck.
"This little mark… I remembered it so many often. So many times, I even drew a mole on my own neck, just to feel as though you were near to me."
Richer, Just stared at her and lost in Ramish Words with in silence. And then, suddenly, Ramish looked into Richer's Eyes—and placed his lips on richer lips.
Richer's lashes fluttered shut, surrendering to the moment, as if the world had turned into a dream. Ramish's hands cupped his face gently, and he kissed him with a passion that carried all the pain of waiting, all the hunger of longing.
When at last their eyes opened, they found themselves lost in each other's gaze. Blushing, Richer lowered his face, while a rare joy spread across Ramish's features—happiness he had not felt in years.
Suddenly, overcome with elation, Ramish picked up Richer into his arms and Started swinging around the room and his laughter ringing like music. Richer's face too glowed with delight, as though all the distances, all the separations of the past had suddenly dissolved. They're Both laughter filled the room and Spreading their love fragrance, until it seemed even every corner of the Room filled with love and joy.
"Richer laughed and Said: "Ramish Just Stop —Don't drop me!"
A moment later, Ramish gently stand him back on the floor and pulled him into for again embrace. Richer, still smiling, wriggled free from his arms and teased,
"Enough, Ramish… that's quite enough now!"
With a playful laugh, he darted across the room. Ramish, grinning, chased after him. Their laughter, their footsteps, and the sweet fragrance of their closeness filled the room—as if after years of longing, two souls had finally found their completion in each other.