Hi guys, I am back again with another new FF and this time I promise I will update regularly well I will try to. 😆😆I had read a novel called "Goodnight Beautiful" by Dormothy Koomson some weeks before and loved it so, thought of sharing with u people with the hope that you will like as well. So, here goes the story.
Goodnight Beautiful
Eight years, it has been years since she had gone from our life but her presence is still there between us, her essence is still lingering on our surroundings. It must have been seven years since he is born, I can still feel his those petal like soft hands, can hear his mellow giggles, his pink fingers tracing lines on my face though I have never seen him just felt him inside her. Why? Oh Why? Every now and then I keep asking myself why I did what I had done that life has stopped moving ahead, as if we are in a circle moving around same point but if I hadn't done that may be I would have lost what is left with me, may be till yet I would been past in their life.
It has been ten years since I have married him yes today is our 10th wedding anniversary but a permanent line has been drawn between our hearts which is widening with every passing day, minute and second. Until now he had never mentioned about them in front of me but today he said in front of everyone. It should have been our anniversary party today but we were called in our social gathering as we both forgot that it was our wedding anniversary. I never like being late in the party because if u r late people will talk about you and same thing happened. People were talking about us and why we never had any baby knowing that how much he liked babies. People were always decent enough not to ask that question but once u r drunk u don't care where u are, what u r doing.
"Jai yaar why don't you adopt baby when you cant have your own?" Tarun had asked that question in his drunken state. Everyone was shocked to hear that but all eager faces had turned in our direction waiting for the answer.
"I have a son, my own son. Pia I am waiting outside near the car. Come fast." I had never in my life thought he would reply that.
The click of my bathroom door brought me back from my reverie. Jai entered the room rubbing his hair vigorously. He stared at me for some time and continue rubbing.
"Why did u say that Jai?" He stared at me for some time and continue rubbing.
I asked him again but he asked me another question answering me instead.
"Pia don't you ever feel guilty?"
Guilty? My feelings and emotions have already crossed that line. Guilty is nowhere what I feel. When you are ashamed of what u did that u feel like dying, u can't name that emotion guilt, when you can't see your own face in the mirror and say truth to yourself u cant call it guilt. I am humiliated for what I have done but I cant say that to him. I don't know how to say that to him but I rather say
"Do you know today is our wedding anniversary?" A flick of remembrance moved across his eyes and I think I saw guilt as well but he did nothing just hugged me and wished me curtly. I didn't want to leave the moment so I started moving my hands across his body but even after long time didn't fell any response instead his eye was staring me with no expression. I reached my hand where only I am allowed to touch him but then he removed my hand, mumbled a short sorry and went to bed leaving me in my thoughts. I was so ashamed and humiliated.
St. Thomas Hospital, Room no. 101
It was just yesterday that he was hiding my bag so that I wouldn't go to work, it was just yesterday that he was holding my hand and showing me his favourite bird, it was just yesterday that he was screaming "mama" just to scare me off but today my baby he cant even move, he can't call me any more. There is no one at house to trouble me, there is no one messing around the room searching for his favourite play station game and videogame and there is no one to pull my leg with his dad. That's why I don't like going home. The house, which was filled with his laughter and talks, where I always wanted to be, now the same house kills me with its forever-stretching silence but Pushkar never let me stay here at night saying that I need to rest at night at least but he doesn't know I cant even close my eyes. The face, which has his eyes, the same hair that curls near his ears, the same smile that lifts just at the corner of his mouth haunts me.
I know I need to call him now and tell him about the present situation, tell him about his son and his condition but I am scared. Scared of what I don't know but cant and I wont do it. I need time but still somewhere near my heart I want him, I need him but I am sacred. May be scared of my need and want, scared of my heart which every second is betraying Pushkar, my husband.
Hope you like it and waiting for ur replies. 😛