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recap:
A restless feeling overwhelmed her as she looked over at the clock saying 2:34a.m... she had stood by the window for a time she did not recall... a sound of a car door closing was somewhere in the distance... but she did not move... where was he?.. was he ok?... but this wasn't the first time this is happened.. he gone away during nights before... flashback of the girl dancing with him played in her head once again and she felt a sort of irritation... but a sound disrupted her thoughts as she looked over at the door...
Part 5
As she looked over, startled out of uncertain thoughts, her heart sank at the sight... Vivan stood with his "bhai" with a grave look on his face... She understood, Shiv had drunk too much and had somehow called Vivan who went to get him. As she looked at the pathetic state of her husband, an odd grief overwhelmed her. She nodded appreciativly at Vivan who gave a faint smile and left with a quiet "Goodnight Bhabhi." She still stood by the window, and with the room door closed, no other light illuminated the space except that from the moon...
Thus she could only make out his figure as he stumbled in, tripping.. only to be caught by her arms. He could barely stand and most of his weight burdened her petite figure... Even in his present state, he seemed to recognize her presence and stepped back, holding up his hand as if trying to indicate that he was able to take care of himself but as he began to walk, his feet refused to cooperate and nearly fell, holding onto the end of the bed with one hand. But she saved him again and this time, he seemed to have lost any effort to refuse... Rather, he put his arm around her shoulder and brought her close... close to his chest... so close she could feel his heart beating... his breath reeked like that of alchohol and she turned her face in disgust.
With much effort, she resisted some unknown temptation and sat him down on the bed. As he began to topple over she caught his arm and helped him sit as she carefully took off his blazer... and began to unbutton his shirt (now, now... I don't wanna break the flow of the story, but I know what your dirty minds are up to... lol)... Now he sat, wavering, ready to topple... she looked at him... for some reason seeing him like this made her heart break.. perhaps it was the feeling that somewhere, she was the reason for his current state?
As he toppled over, he shook her balance by unknowing to her, taking grasp of her hand... She landed right over his chest... but she managed to stop her face just before his face... some unfelt passion tingled in her as she struggled to breath... her eyes had been closed, and now she opened them slowly and took in the scene... her hair hid his face from the world... being in such close proximity with him... again, that odd feeling... Desperately, for the sake of herself, she stood up and looked down upon this man... whom she shared a relation... that was held together by the weakest of thread, yet the connection seemed undestructable. Why does he do these things? Why does he hurt himself so?... a sharp pang of sorrow revisited her as she undid his shoes and lifted the covers over him. She turned back to her bed. As she sat down, her eyes trailed again to the moon... a lost tear escaped from her eye as sleep finally came...
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