Moon
I didn't deserve to have such a beautiful, lush, and luxurious bedroom.
I stepped inside the room, my eyes wide as I digested in the place. The bedroom could fit in five hotel rooms, it was that big. The walls were painted red, and the ceiling was white along with the door that led to a walk in wardrobe and the bathroom. The moon's light filters into the spacious room from the large window facing the garden below. The tap of my feet bounced off the walls as I walked further inside.
"Aren't you going to turn the light on?" came a voice from behind. I turned around quickly, startled at the sudden voice. My heartbeat's rate slowly decreased as I realised it was only Maan.
Maan: "I'm sorry, I should have approached you more softly" he apologized, reaching for the light switch.
"This room is --"
He paused, and turned to look at me as to what I had to say. His hand remained on the little switch, and I couldn't help but realise how the light of the moon brang out the features of his face. His warm, twinkling brown eyes melting into my own. The line of his jaw firmly set in place. And his luring M shaped lips.
The room turned to white for a split second before I heard the deafening sound of thunder breaking me out of my trance. I bit my lip and took a step back, realising I was a little too close to him.
***
Geet: "This room is --"
I paused, and turned to look at her to see what she had to say. My hand remained on the little switch, my body completely still. The light of the moon brang out her brown, marble-like eyes and her high cheekbones. The shadow of her long eyelashes rested under her eyes. Her hair was still damp from the rain earlier on and I was tempted to tuck a loose strand behind her ear. Of course, I didn't.
The room turning into day for a second and then the crashing sound of thunder unfroze the time. I watched as she bit her lip and took a step back. Quickly, I switched the light on and tried to make conversation to make the moment less awkward.
***
Maan: "You were saying?" he said after clearing his throat and leaning against the wall casually with his arms folded. His office attire had changed into a casual black t-shirt, which had three buttons undone from the top; exposing some of his chest which clearly showed that he worked out. He wore grey joggers to complete the casual outfit.
"I was saying..." I trailed off and realized what I had forgotten to say. Maan's eyes twinkled in amusement.
"Oh yes, I was saying. This room is very nicely decorated" I said politely and watched as his eyes quickly scanned the room before resting back into mine again. I looked away, my cheeks warming a little.
Maan: "It is isn't it? Me and my mother --"
His amused, bright, cheery face slowly transformed into something I had never seen before. His little smirk had turned into a sad frown and his eyes had lost it's twinkle as he stared past my shoulder at something far, far away.
"Are you --"
I was about to ask him if he was alright, but he had cut me off.
Maan: "I'll see you tomorrow, it's quite late. Good night" he said quickly and left the room in a hurry, leaving a grey aura behind him in the room. I frowned, wanting to call out to him and ask him if he was okay but feeling like leaving him alone would be a better thing to do. I didn't want to seem too clingy.
With the frown still on my face, I sat down on the soft bed with questions running in my mind. Why did he leave so suddenly? Why did he suddenly seem so sad? Why did he cut me off like that?
***
I had only just made it to the room before a single tear rolled down my cheek. Angrily, I wiped it away, thinking to myself why I was so weak. Why couldn't I just be a man and accept that my mother is dead? She wasn't coming back.
All because of me.
It was all my fault.
I felt a terrible weight on my shoulders. It was as if a giant boulder was laid on me and I couldn't straighten up or catch my breath properly.
There was a giant hole in my heart and I knew things would never be the same.
Precap: A job
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So I logged on to India-Forums, checked the news and suddenly I felt depressed and heartbroken. Geet was going to end? WHY, OH WHY? I don't know if this is true or not but let's hope it's not, or else i'll cry. Anyway, just because Geet's going to end doesn't mean i'm gonna stop writing FF's on Geet because. Well. It's my passion and I can't live without writing 😳
Anyway, I know it's the same precap but oh well. I didn't have time to put that precap into the update 😆
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