last 4 day ( ending) of 6 month

"From the ashes a fire shall be woken…………….

A light from the shadows shall spring

Renewed shall be the blade that was broken

The crownless again shall be the king"

(quote by: Jrrt)

LATE NIGHT……………………………..

LOCATION: ARNAV's RESORT room.

(Sydney, Australia)

Time: Unknown.

A crumbled up portion of paper lies by his side. Its crushed and abused by his touch……

a speck of stain starts to show it colors on the corner of the piece……it deepens the edges………..

1366

The amount blotchs out………………….

There is a loud thud, an echo of clinking glasses………

Crystal like glass beads drop on the carpet. Each facet of glass picks up the ray of the dimmed light. They glitter and beam as tiny diamonds on a black slate….………the noise at the back ground starts to mute away slowly………

He blinks once and then he blinks twice

…………..HE gasps for some air …..and tries to listen…………….HE tries very hard to listen…..a tear drop runs through his left…..

He tries to listen one last time to the voice of his angel, one last time he craves for the touch of her skin, he longs to sense the fragrance of her hair, mourns for her warmth. He yearns to cherish her laughter, he cries to feel her sorrow, one last time he desires to hold her close, caress her every curve, touch her in every possible way, feel her within him, feel her like a beast before the kill……

…………feel her beating heart on his palms.

He tries to drape her with his hands, pull her close into his arms and seal her lips with his……….

Arnav asks Khushi:

"HOW COULD I BE SO WRONG?"

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DAY 4 (ENDING)

The lights start to dim BUT the dots start to get brighter, one bright dot is followed by another very bright dot. They start to make patterns. The bright matter flows like a snake through a slippery slope. It slips and slides and glides through the ridges. The milk white carpet starts to get stained; it starts to get stained in deep heavy liquid.

He feels like sinking, sinking away from everything, only a throbbing deep wound of repentance and sorrow keeps him afloat. Slowly that too gets faded away……..…..…..then the lifeless body crashes

……………………………..it crashes down on the pool of fresh heavy liquid………

He tries to listen one last time to the voice of his angel, one last time he craves for the touch of her skin, he longs to sense the fragrance of her hair, mourns for her warmth. He yearns to cherish her laughter, he cries to feel her sorrow, one last time he desires to hold her close, caress her every curve, touch her in every possible way, feel her within him, feel her like a beast before the kill……

…………feel her beating heart on his palms.

He tries to drape her with his hands, pull her close into his arms and seal her lips with his……….

this is sooo wowww!!! :'(