Blue had always been her favourite colour, a symbol of peace and deep silence. It always made her feel light and soft as if her insides were churning in soft hollow breaths. Blue may have been the reason why she fell for him, loved him. Her pale body sank deeper into the bed of murky yellow sand as her sight travelled to the stretched sea.
The wind flattered in spatters of cold air as it tickled down her spine making her shudder. The humble waves crashed softly against the blackened rocks which curiously peeked through the deep navy sea. She inhaled a deep breath of fresh air into her weak lungs while the lonesome wind curtained back her hair.
It was uncannily quite in the forlorn sea. It fascinated her, enthralled her almost like a moth to a bright light. She wasn't used to peace and quiet... it was beautiful. Her chest tightened as her thin fingers gripped the sand underneath her palm. She was finally free. Free of everything... the sounds, the noises that awakened in the dead of the night and that promised her things. The noises that wouldn't let her sleep, the whispers that forced her eyes open... they were all silent. Her lips slowly curled up as she bathed in the silence, and allowed herself to think about nothing but the calm. She was finally free.
Her body took command of its own as it stood and slowly begun to humble towards the sea that swished a soft lullaby. She could taste the ease, the calm that circled in her heart in the tip of her dry tongue. The sand underneath her feet felt like gold silk, fit for a queen.
The cold of the water began to tickle her toes as she felt her body ease. The waves ran up and down the edge of the beach as she felt the effects of the soothing salty water. The wind became wilder and she felt her body shudder, not once but twice. It was painfully cold. At that moment she found herself thinking of... of him.
Armaan.
Her lashes weighed down her lids, closing her eyes as her heart began to softly drum against her ribcage wanting to silence the forgotten past. A hollow mountain of emotions delicately rained down her porcelain flesh as blood rushed towards her face, denying her the right. Even amidst the years past, his name managed to halt her breath in the pit of her throat.
The wind yelled a might howl as it spread out its wings through the empty shore. Her knees trembled fighting off the cold and slowly accepting the loss. She slowly and painfully swallowed as the elapsed memories jogged in her mind, splashing back all the reminiscences and emotions that were buried deep inside.
Her eyes slowly began to open as a faint sound erupted through the beach making her sight search far and wide to only find herself standing alone. She gripped the loose white gown with small blue diamonds that streamed down her body, tight in her dampened palm. There was fear in her blood, she could almost smell it but she was left wondering why?
The waves that crawled underneath her feet caught her attention as it massaged her into ease, once more. Dropping her sight she caught her reflection blurred in the ocean. She felt the air drip away from her soul as her features twisted. She felt blood rush to her heart, pumping, impelling and propelling fluid to reach her body as she stood numb, lifeless.
Green.
The dark emerald in her eyes stripped buoyant colour and buried the intensity it flamed. She had brown eyes. Her body had begun to shake in violent tremors as her crinkled hands reached to her hair. Dark, dark thick brown hair had become thin and silvered like snow. Her lips became dry as she felt her skin wash away any colour in her complexion. She couldn't breathe.
Her fingers bumped down through her wrinkled face, and slowly a part of her fell, crumbled as tears welled up in her eyes. Her muffled short breaths were the only dawdling music she could hear among the chatters of the waves slowly washing in. The tears that made their way down burned her skin like acid. She shook her head. This isn't her. This can't be her.
She is...Beautiful.
This isn't her.
Waaaweeppp. Waaawwweeep.
She felt her chest become firm as she fought, buried and stomped the feelings that evoked her into disbelief making her gasp for air. The sound of an ambulance wailed behind her, sharper and louder. Too close. Various thoughts filled up her mind and fast so much so that everything blurred and spanned around her. She couldn't think and nothing made sense.
She is Ridhimma Modi. Ridhimma Modi. Ridhimma Modi. Ridhimma Modi.
This isn't her.
Something inside her stung like bees surrounding and buzzing deep inside waiting to attack. Her throat became dry as she felt something in her wrist, a pain too weak to narrow what it could be. It wouldn't go away. She closed her eyes tight, trying to clear her head battling with the ache that banged in her heart. She is Ridhimma Modi. Wife to Siddhant Modi. Mother to Aryaan and Priya Modi. Ridhimma Modi.
Her knees quivered as a sign of final warning before they fell to the ground. The cold marbled floor squeaked as she felt something yank out of her veins. Her eyes flew open.
An overwhelming stench of medicine hugged her body tight as her senses became utterly frail with haze. She looked around agitatedly as her body became more alert with fear lurking in her skin. Her heart sped with a haste that denied stopping; it was like someone was squeezing her heart's content, every emotion that was pumping. She couldn't breathe.
The beach fizzled out of her mind, a mere distant memory. The dark gloomy room in which she knelt had her startled as the shade of darkness became fiercer. There was a bed. The wind flattered from the window above it making the curtains swing side to side while the ambulance cried through the room. Her mouth opened as she felt the life being sucked out of her.
"Not again." A thick voice echoed through, his voice so calm it almost cut through the shrilling ferocity lighting the ignored room.
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