Tere Nishaan || Nibir FF : CHAPTER TWO, PART ONE- PG5 - Page 2

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Originally posted by: cutie_ammu

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PART TWO

It has been a month, since he had recovered from his injuries of the accident, and tried, and only, tried, living a normal life, after Nisha was gone. He never accepted that something like this, had ever happened. He still tried to reason out that situation with himself. He still thought, that Nisha was alive, in some part of this world, away from him. There were questions, that killed him everyday--, and her scent in that room, in her clothes, and in her things--, brought him back to life, when he would go home, in the evening and sleep, cuddling to her things---.

"Why did she choose, someone else, over him, when she loved him---? And why, she left him that night, so abruptly, and never came back---? And most importantly, what was she doing on the Jaipur Highway, and why was she going to Delhi, in that bus, if it was her dead body---? And if it wasn't her, why were her belongings there, with that dead body---?" He asked himself everyday, since she went missing. He wanted all his answers. He was maddening, more, and more, with each passing day, without her. However, he passed four months, without her, but still, those dreams, those memories, haunted him. What was his fault, that he didn't get any explanation---?

One day, suddenly, he found a diary, as he scrounged through her belongings to find something, in her cupboard. It was her diary, it was his Nisha's diary. This diary was the only thing, that could connect him to her feelings, when she wasn't with him---. He sat on the bed, wiped the tears falling from his eyes, and opened the diary, and on the first page, was a dried up rose, and their photo. He took the photo in his hand, and kissed it. A drop of tear, fell on her face, in the photo, and he wiped it off. "Nishaaa ----, Where are you---?" He asked, looking at her picture. He kept the photo on the bed, beside himself, started turning the pages---

He turned to the next page, and, "I know that, Kabir might find this diary, someday,---" it was written, right in the middle of the page, in a black ink. He smelled the diary, and yes, it still had her scent. "I love you, Kabir, and I am only yours--, Don't misunderstand me--" the next page of the diary, read. He wiped his tears, and, "Nishaaa----" he mumbled, touching those beautiful words, in the centre, of the page. "I would have gone, faraway, from him, till the time, he would be reading this---" her words in the bottom of the same page, read. He thought, if Nisha had a premonition about herself, or this incident, but how is this even possible? Why was she so sure, that she was going away, from him? Kabir couldn't think. He couldn't calculate, what her words meant, but he was glad, that, at last, he found something. But he still, feared, to turn to the next page of the diary, as he was frightened, that it may, make him believe that she was dead, and snatch away from him, the only reason, of his existence, but he built his courage, and turned to the next page.

" I don't want to leave him---, I was being forced to. I had always loved Kabir, so selflessly, and selfishly, that I am ending up like this. I had only loved him.

I don't know, when will be my end, but, I just want him to be, by my side, which is maybe, not possible. I wasn't dying, but I was giving in, to these problems---, I didn't want to involve him, in this ---, he is an innocent, stupid, lover of mine----"

He couldn't understand, what he just read. Force? Problems? Giving in? He couldn't understand, what the hell was going on, and what the hell, had she written. He just held his aching head, in his hands, and looked at the diary, which rested in his lap. This looked more than a case of her going missing, to him. He further read, the diary,

"I love you, Kabir--- , Take me from here, it is just, so suffocating, to live like this---, had I taken a little care, this would've never even started, in the first place---

I wanted to tell him---, that I carried, a part of his soul, inside me---, but I never could. Maybe, I would never be able to--- , I just want him to stay away, from everything---, and I don't care, if that comes, with, him, calling me a B-I-T-C-H. I just want him, to be safe--- "

He could hear her voice, these words.

He was totally broken, after these words. He just kept the diary, on the bed beside him, and fell to the floor, on his knees, crying, and screaming. "Nishaaa-----," He screamed, reminiscing her, her touch, her words. He felt completely empty within. His head spun, and his eyes tried to meet the darkness, that he was drowning in. "Nishaaa----" he again shouted, a bit more louder, hoping that she would come, and hold his hand. He kept shouting, and his tears, denied to stop. He covered his ears, with his hands, as he tried to listen to her voice, going on, in his mind. Her laughter, her love----, everything. He tried to converse with that mindly voice, of Nisha, even. But suddenly, as it all stopped, he screamed, trying to listen to all that again. His eyes closed, and his arm took support of the bed, as his mind, tried to create a smiling image of her. He smiled, as he saw her, smiling, lying in his arms, but the place around, was something, that looked like a heaven---, the angels came, and tore her apart from him, as he tried to stop, and nothing happened. She just smiled, and walked away, with them. His brain, was trying to create an illusion of her death. He was sweating, and trembling badly. Her memories were fading away from his mind slowly, he struggled to see her face again, but it was just gone. He screamed holding his head, as it tried to make him forget her. "How dare you----? How dare you, forget her----" He screamed, at himself, looking into the mirror, and threw something on it, shattering it into pieces. He screamed, and screamed, inviting Saurabh, who was on the terrace, to come running into his room, and find Kabir, cutting his wrist, with a piece of the broken mirror. Kabir pierced the piece of mirror into his skin, when it was snatched from him, and he was thrashed, on his face, bringing him back to senses.

"Kabir, have you gone mad---?" Saurabh screamed, shaking Kabir up, and grabbing the first aid kit, from the drawer, and bandaging Kabir's wrist. "Yes----, Yes---, I've gone mad, I can't live without her---, this loneliness is making me mad---" Kabir screamed, closing his ears with his hands. "Kabir---, and do you think that, dying is the solution to all this---?" Saurabh retorted. "When everyone of you, thinks that Nisha is dead, then let me go, too----" Kabir said, breaking down, in front of Saurabh. "Kabir---, haven't you see the dead body? Haven't you---" Saurabh asked. "Weren't you supposed to be her best-friend---? How could you even believe that---?" Kabir asked, looking at Saurabh in disgust. "Calm down, Kabir---, I know, what you are going through---, and even I can't believe that Nisha is dead, but still, why would Nisha lie to us, to you, if she was alive---?" Saurabh asked, calming himself down. "Why aren't you saying, now----, that Nisha might be in a problem, Nisha might be wanting me to be there, with her, like you did, that day---?" Kabir asked Saurabh. "Kabir, calm down--- you need fresh air! Come with me---, let's go to the market---," Saurabh said, and heaved. This would almost happen everyday. It is becoming harder, and harder, for Saurabh to control Kabir, as the days were passing. In the beginning, Kabir was weak, vulnerable, and scared, like a little kid, but now, he was depressed, suicidal, pyschotic, and, in vengeance. Kabir had made several attempts to his death, but the death never came hugging him, and instead, it just pushed him away, everytime.

Kabir was trying to search for the inexisting answers for his difficult questions. Saurabh was overwrought. Kabir had almost become a stubborn kid, to him---. Saurabh took care of Kabir, like a wise parent. He was fulfilling his promise that he made to his childhood bestfriend, Nisha, after all. Kabir's behaviour, was becoming an issue. And even though, Kabir could move on his legs, but he hadn't danced, ever since, even once, after that day. He just never made an effort to do so. He just kept losing his interests, one after one---. He left everything else, after Nisha left him, and now, he wanted to leave his life too.

Even though Kabir had her diary, but her words, were out of his understanding, in this situation---. His brain was clearly, not in a position, to understand anything. Saurabh feared, that all his efforts would go waste, as Kabir, in someway, or the other, would harm himself, but still, he tried his best, and never let his promise break. "What if, Nisha is alive, Saurabh?" Kabir asked, this question, everyday, and Saurabh would stay calm, not knowing what to say to him, anymore. Saurabh drove towards the market, while Kabir sat on the passenger's seat. Kabir was lost, in his own thoughts.

Saurabh, bought some vegetables in the market, and he kept Kabir with him, as if, he were a kid. Not speaking a word, or paying attention to anything, Kabir just wandered in his own world of thoughts. A feather, vacillating in front of him, caught his attention. He smiled, looking at it, and he focused this one thing. This feather reminded him, of her liveliness. He could see her face again, in his mind. He smiled, and just, smiled. He tried getting hold of it, but was not successful, as the wind, blew it away from him. He followed it, trying to catch, but that just wasn't possible, and he kept following, looking and smiling at it. He left Saurabh behind, and Saurabh, was not known, of his absence. Kabir spread his fingers, towards the feather, as he tried to hold it in his palm, and finally caught it, and closed his palm, and smiled, but, he never realised, that he stood, on the middle, of a road, busy with the traffic. He had developed a fear, of these roads, and these cars, after that day. He just stood there, in the midst of the road, blank, not knowing, what to do. He felt extremely disturbed in his mind. He was losing his senses. He felt dizzy. He could hear Saurabh shouting his name, from the other side of the road, while he struggled with himself. A speeding car, was about to hit him, when a pair of arms, were wrapped around him, and, he was pushed, off the road. Kabir opened his eyes, and saw, the person, through his blurry vision. It was a familiar face, and as his mind, gave him an answer, "Riteish---, Alive?" he mumbled, and tried slapping his head, to balance himself, as he was extremely dizzy, and his vision was blackening out, slowly. "Kabir----?" Riteish spoke, trying to hold him, as Kabir was falling to his back. Saurabh came in the nick of time, and held him in his arms, balancing him. "Saurabh---, Riteish---?" Kabir faintly said, closing his eyes, pointing his finger towards Riteish. Riteish, who stood baffled at Kabir's state, before him, asked, "What happened to him---? Is he alright---?" Saurabh stood up, and punched right in his face, in anger. "We need to talk---, come along---" Saurabh said, as he made Kabir lie down in the backseat, and Riteish sat on the passenger's seat, blankly.

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Main phele se hi bol rahi Hun vo Zinda hai or chuna Laga gayi Kabir Ko...

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Originally posted by: Anmol333

Main phele se hi bol rahi Hun vo Zinda hai or chuna Laga gayi Kabir Ko...

She was pregnant. What happened to her?

I want to know.

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