Taking a moment to shut his eyes and make sure that his control wouldn't see a crack, he repeated himself and this time, in what it sounded like almost a pleading tone, "Call Apurva. I want to talk to her."
"Ah, but guess what?" Anjali mocked, forcing a grin, "she does not. She… does not want to talk to you so just leave. Don't annoy me and don't make me do something that you'll not like."
"You can do whatever you want to do but I am not leaving until I see Apurva," he reaffirmed himself and stepped back. His longing gaze desperately kept looking behind Anjali, hoping for a glimpse of Apurva but she was nowhere in his sight.
Disheartened, he pulled himself several steps away from the Vartak Mansion after Anjali slammed the door shut while murmuring insults that were audible to him but he couldn't take offense for he believed that he deserved what he was receiving. The hatred.
The world's hatred had seldom bothered him but Apurva's absence was driving him insane - far more brutally - than he had ever imagined it to.
It had been the whole forty-eight hours since he had looked into her eyes that he couldn't stand pouring down.
The whole forty-eight hours since he had heard her voice that once used to irritate but now had become his favorite voice to listen to.
The whole forty-eight hours since she had left.
The whole forty-eight hours since he had let her go.
Forty-eight hours.
A lot of time for introspection!
His chain of thoughts came to an abrupt halt when something fell near his feet. A comb? He looked at it for a moment and his head instantly elevated as he recognized who that comb belonged to.
He looked up and caught her standing in the balcony. His hand rose to wave at her but the moment he did that, she turned her face away.
The small smile that had lit up his face that had lost its glow after he lost her faded right when she looked away. His hand slowly fell back to his side and his gaze found the sight of her comb again.
He bent to pick it up and looked up again only to find an empty balcony. His heart almost sank, concluding that she wouldn't allow him her glimpse again.
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It is awful to show half-baked stuff but I am really hoping that I will be able to finish this. My mind seems a bit too distracted to let me write these days. I miss the time when I could finish shots in a day. 🤢