Kria SS - Tides and the Moon#2 Chp 8 Pg 88 - Page 11

"Maine kaha ki aap mere acche dost se kuch zyaada ho... Par kabhi yeh toh nahi kaha naa, ki mai aapse pyaar karti hu?"

"Ab sab sirf Kria Ghai ka naam lenge! Reyaansh Singhania, ek loser hai, bas!"

"Aap mei aur Swayam mei, zameen aasmaan ka farq hai!"

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She woke up with a jolt, all drenched in sweat. The horrifying nightmare, that she had bestowed upon him a year back, had come back to haunt her tonight.

She hadn't thought of that night, or moreover, tried not to think of that night, when she had been the most downright cruel human being to walk the face of earth.

But today, after watching herself through his eyes, his cold glassy eyes, she was reminded of what she had done.

She hadn't even warned before butchering him down to pieces.

Yes, she had cried down rivers on her actions. But well, she never really knew what he had done in those days.

And watching the frigid behavior today, she knew there was no way to repair what she had done. Maybe, just maybe his Taani would warm him back to those old generous levels. But for Kria, Rey was a lost cause.

She sighed and sipped on the glass of water at her bedside table. Switching on the table light, she sat on the chair, writing again.

Dear Rey,

Kaise ho aap?

Yeh kaisa sawaal hai, hai na??

But I can't help but ask this every time, Rey. Coz, somedays, I just pray, out of jealousy or whatever, ki aap bhi utne hi bure ho jitni mai.

Kaash, aisa hota.

What happened to those eyes, Rey? What happened?

Did I kill the warmth?

Deep down, somewhere, I always knew that a day would come when I would succeed doing that. Killing your spirit.

I had always been lethal for you, hadn't I?

Maybe that's why your army never liked me.

Why do I feel that we were wrong to have started a relation in the first place, Rey?

Had nothing like that happened,

I would still be able to watch you smile with warmth every day.

I would still be able to hug Neha every day.

I would still be able to fist pump Vishakha every day.

I would still be able to ruffle Swayam's hair every day.

I would still be able to teach Bharat a new word every day.

I would still be able to tease Amar every day.

I would still be able to watch the life emerge out of you when you would dance.

And I would still be able to feel alive when I dance.

I still would have been alive.

Today, I wanted to feel alive. After all, I had seen my reflection in your eyes after eons. That always made me feel alive back then.

Then why didn't it today?

Maybe things really have changed.

Maybe I really don't mean anything to you anymore.

Maybe I really should just stop writing.

Forever yours

Kria

She folded the letter neatly, as she was used to, and stacked it into the pile. Turning off, the table lamp, she willed sleep to come this time, praying for it to be dreamless.

But even breathing was such a big task right now, let alone sleeping.

So, she didn't bother with it at all and just left her room, to search for a better place to breathe.

"Maine kaha ki aap mere acche dost se kuch zyaada ho... Par kabhi yeh toh nahi kaha naa, ki mai aapse pyaar karti hu?"

"Ab sab sirf Kria Ghai ka naam lenge! Reyaansh Singhania, ek loser hai, bas!"

"Aap mei aur Swayam mei, zameen aasmaan ka farq hai!"

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He woke up with a jolt.

Ofcourse, he was bound to have this nightmare tonight. Hadn't he met the nightmare in the day? Then why not welcome it in night as well.

He tried to locate his mobile, trying to get a sense of time and place he was in. Maybe he could call Taani.

But, he didn't feel like it. His throat was dry and choky, and he knew Taani would just worry unnecessarily.

Sleep wasn't an option anymore; the nightmare would just come back. He had to find a place where the nightmare wouldn't follow him.

In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes
On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, power lines, they keep on flashing, flashing by

He turned on the cars radio, wishing for something to just soothe him at this time of the night. And started driving away, not knowing where he was heading to, just downhill.

The soul crushing music almost felt as if it was taking pleasure in rubbing salt in his wounds, but after a really long time, Rey stopped fighting it, and let it hurt.

And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye

Kria... He had tried so hard last time, he had almost succeeded. He had stopped the dark from engulfing him. He had sworn he wouldn't ever get hurt because of her again.

He had managed shutting it all inside.

Yet today, one look at her face, and it all just burst inside.

Your breath hot upon my cheek, and we crossed, that line
You made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by

Her doe eyes, why did they look empty?

Her ever so rosy lips, for the first time in his life, looked pale to him, as if they had lost their sheen. Why?

What was she doing here for god's sake?

His mind opened up that chest of vitriolic memories, each razor sharp, evading his heart, burning in their own fire.

She had been his anchor when he thought the world around him was becoming too heavy to bear.

She was his life support when he felt he couldn't lead the dazzlers much longer.

And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye

His eyes poured the hot brine out effortlessly. And he thanked god that the road was empty. He wouldn't really like driving into traffic on this blurry vision he had.

He lowered down the windows of his car, letting the humid air brush his face. Not much helped during these times, and he was glad again that nobody was around him to see his condition.

The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us
Points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek
I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us
Till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak

People would laugh.

Yes, people would definitely laugh at his story.

This cannot be real, they would say.

Stuff like this only happens in stories, they would say.

Irony at its best, they would say.

He stopped as he reached the shore. Breathing heavily... He needed air, only god knew how badly.

Why did it end like that?

Why did she end it like that?

And when finally, he was in one-piece, why did she have to come back to make sure he shattered?

And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...

He pulled the seatbelt away, seeing something in white move on the shore.

Great, he was hallucinating again.

After such a long chase, the nightmare still was everywhere.

Now, yes, I wrote after a really long time, cause well, people on IF are really bossy and scary and really really supportive! And yeah, very good at guilt tripping you as well!

This one was first, I plan on all the four to be updated in this week only!

Now, then, how was it?

For those who were complaining there wasn't much Rey, here you go. Next one has more.

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Make sure you comment on this one, and not just for formality. Comment if you really ARE interested in this SS!

I have had it with silent readers. Not anymore.

Commenting will do wonders. Liking, I am sorry, wont!

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