~The Hazel Eyed Monster~ RM FF PT7 UPD Pg 8 - Page 4

"Muskaan?" She heard Armaan ask, as he lifted his head from leaning it against Ridhima, and looked at her with confused yet concerned eyes.

Muskaan didn't answer. She couldn't open her mouth, she just had to get away and sort herself out. She knew that her friends were being supportive and looking out for her, but she suddenly needed to be alone. To be left and not have another pitying glance thrown her way.

Stiffly, she turned around, and tried conveying with her eyes the need to get away and sort herself out to Ridhima. She knew Ridhima would understand. She always understood.

Ridhima silently looked at her and gave a brief nod, not saying anything. Armaan frowned and started to get up.

"Muskaan?" He asked again, and Ridhima put a hand on his arm to stop him. Muskaan quickly adjusted her dupatta and started walking from there. She took the longer route, just to avoid seeing him. She quickly got out of the entrance, and ran to her car so she wouldn't run into him.

Sitting in her car, Muskaan took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Putting her car into ignition, Muskaan quickly sped to her house and wished that he had never come into her carefully constructed life she had built since he had left

Part 4

Walking into her apartment, Muskaan placed her car keys on the side table placed next to the door. Putting her handbag away, Muskaan looked around the living room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Running a hand through her hair, Muskaan heaved a tired sigh and rubbed her eyes. Her whole body ached, and she felt emotionally and physically drained.

Walking to the kitchen, Muskaan grabbed a glass of water, and leaned against the counter, sipping it slowly. Her eyes roamed around the kitchen, recalling every little time spent with him in the kitchen. Their little banters, him trying to cook her breakfast, them trying to cook together...

Closing her eyes, Muskaan tried to keep the tears at bay. Why was this so hard? Why did he have to come back? Why couldn't she just move on?

Taking in a deep breath, Muskaan stepped away from the counter and put her glass in the sink. Slowly dragging her feet to her room, Muskaan tied her hair back as he stared at herself in the mirror.

Her fingers traced her face, as she tried to remember the last time she had laughed. She tried to remember the last time she had been carefree, without a care in the world, taking life as it came. Where the only stress that remained was the stress of studies and patients.

Muskaan walked into the PATH lab, looking around to find the Senior Doctor who has paged her. Confused by the sudden page, Muskaan took a few steps inside the room, and looked around once more. There was dim lighting, with microscopes and equipment kept on the benches and sheleves. The blood and urine samples were stored in a safe place, and Muskaan was not sure what she had been called for.

Frowning, Muskaan was about to turn around and leave to complete her other duties, when the lights suddenly came on. Squinting her eyes at the suddent change, Muskaan turned around to face the person who had switched the lights on.

Her eyes widened as she saw Rahul standing there with a smirk on his face, his eyes expectantly looking at her, with a mischievous glint in them. Muskaan felt the warmth rushing from her chest to her cheeks as she looked at him.

Her heart skipped a beat..or two. She smiled back uncertainly, as she looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Rahul..?" Muskaan said, her eyes looking around, trying to find the reason of him being here. He continued to stare at her, with the smirk still on his face. His hands were resting behind his back, and Muskaan tried to look around them to see what it was that he was hiding from her, to no avail.

He took a few steps towards her, and Muskaan locked her eyes with him as he continued to come towards her. Taking in a few deep breaths to calm her heart, Muskaan couldn't stop a smile coming onto her face as she saw him walking towards her, the smirk still intact and the mischievous glint still in his eyes.

Giving a small laugh, Muskaan said, "Rahul, yeh kya hai? What are you hiding?"

But Rahul didn't say anything. He stopped just in front of her, and she could feel the warmth he was emanating. Or was that her? She wasn't sure, but she was certain that her cheeks were a flaming red now, form the uncertainty of Rahul's actions, and from the excitement of seeing him like this.

Looking into his eyes, Muskaan cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Dr. Rahul Garewal, you will tell me right now what you are hiding behind your back, or you are not welcome into my house anymore" Muskaan threatened. Rahul's eyebrows rose as he called her bluff. He knew, and she knew that Muskaan would never follow through with her threat, no matter what happened. She needed him in her life, just like he needed her.

He was her rock, her everything. He kept her sane and stable, he was the reason she had a smile on her face every day, and he was the one who had taught her that a love so strong could exist.

Leaning forwards, Rahul whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her neck as he whispered those words. The words that made her heart burst into happiness. A happiness so strong that she thought there were fireworks going on within her.

"Happy Birthday Muskaan, I love you"

Snapping back into reality, Muskaan realised there was something wet on her cheeks. Looking back into her reflection, she realised tears were running down her eyes.

Her eyes filled with sorrow and heartache looked back at her. Anger suddenly coursed through her veins. The day's events were bubbling to a surface, his appearance, his fiancee, the ring, the control was slipping from her. Giving a scream, Muskaan took the closest object within her reach, and threw it at the mirror.

The mirror shattered into pieces and fell to the floor. Breathing heavily, Muskaan stared at those shattered pieces. The mirror now irreplaceable, Muskaan feel down to her knees as she gave out a sob.

Burrying her face into her hands, Muskaan felt her whole body shaking with the pain of seeing him again. She felt helpless, she felt as though everything in her life was once again snatched away from her hands, and thrown around,mocking her in the face at her failure.

She couldn't believe that he still had the same effect, she thought she had killed the old Muskaan, but it was now she realised that she had a long way to go before she could completely transform her self.

Sniffing, Muskaan removed her hands form her face, and looked at the glass surrounding her. Gingerly, she started to pick up the glass, reflecting on how this was exactly the same as the other time she had had the breakdown, not even a few months after his abandonment.

She still, to this date, blamed herself for that tragic accident. Muskaan had trouble moving on from that one incident, however it was that, that made Muskaan transform herself. Made Muskaan realise that she needed to get a grip on herself and move on.

Putting the glass away in a plastic bag, Muskaan threw it away in the bin.

Tomorrow would be a new day. Tomorrow, she would be prepared.

So this is the new part! Highlighted on Muskaan's pain a bit more in this, because I really want to focus on how much pain Muskaan went through. This will provide the base for the coming chapters. Since nobody commented on whether they wanted anything cliche, or non-cliche. I have decided to take a middle approach. Not the typical cliche in this story, but somewhat still a cliche. Not sure if I am making much sense :p But! Stay tuned, I will be updating more parts soon :)

"Muskaan? Muskaan, babe! Open the door please!"

Muskaan could hear the distinct shout of Nikita on the door, but she couldn't summon the energy to reply, or to do as she was asked.

Blinking slowly, Muskaan stared at the wall opposite her. She was hugging a pillow tightly, her body in a fetal position, as she took in slow breaths, breathing in Rahul's scent.

Closing her eyes, Muskaan snuggled closer to the pillow, her hair in a disarray, as she wrapped her legs around it, and rested her head on it. It smelt exactly like him. It made her feel as though she was with him right now. A smile touched the corner of her lips as she closed her eyes and delved into Rahul's memories.

"Muskaan! Muskaan, if you don't open right now, I am breaking the door!" She heard Atul shout out, as the banging became more urgent.

Frowning, Muskaan closed her eyes tightly, trying to fade ou the insistent banging out into the background.

She could still hear them banging, and she could feel a headache approaching. Frowning deeply, Muskaan gave a small groan as the headache became worse. It almost seemed synchronized with the banging of the door. Whenever the banging on the door occurred, her head throbbed.

Slowly lifting up a hand, Muskaan brought it to her forehead and tried massaging the pain away. But the shouting and the kicking at the door just made it worse.

She wanted to scream at them to go away. To leave her alone, to let her be with his scent. But she didn't have enough energy to do so. She couldn't even remember how long she had laid in her bed reminiscing and tearing up at his memories, but she knew that all she needed was time to sort herself out.

But where would she begin? How would she begin to sort herself, when she had never experienced a pain so strong. She didn't know how to start putting the pieces of her heart together, and that was tearing her up on the inside.

What was she going to do?

Lying in bed, thinking of her failing life seemed like a good idea, and that is what she was trying to do. But her friends weren't even going to let her do that in peace.

Suddenly a loud bang and some scuffling of feet brought her attention back to the situation at hand. Someone has broken in. She knew it was Atul, but she found she couldn't care less about him finding her in such a shocking state.

All she wanted was to wallow in her own misery.

So this is what the next part is based upon. I am taking my time in highlighting her pain, because no one can get over their love in a second. It takes ages, adn I wanted to justify Muskaan's pain of losing Rahul.

So yeah, working on the next part already. Should be up real soon 😊