PaRud Drabble : The words.

The night, like all the previous nights, was dragging on, slowly. His eyelids were heavy from the tears. The pain that rested in his heart was enough to elude his sleep for the past few days since she's been gone. The anguish sat on his chest, it was torture to even breathe the air that they once shared and now having to breathe it without her.

In a fetal position, on her side of the bed, Rudra lay awake. His senses rioting as he could feel her presence in the room. Her smell of jasmine and musk. The sound of her payals clinging with each step she took. Her breathing at night, when she lay next to him. He knew all this was merely in his mind. Paro isn't here. She isn't next to him. Her warmth that was usually transmitted onto Rudra's chest as she laid in his embrace, isn't there either. The voices in his head, the voices that tormented him of her giggles or the way his name would roll of her tongue that always managed to spark feelings in the bed his of stomach.

Remorse was the sole emotion that occupied the air ever since her departure from the haveli. And ever since, Rudra couldn't eat, sleep or even go to his work without thinking about Paro. Without replaying every single word he uttered that drove her away that day.

The words that shattered her undying soul.

The words that managed to get to her, when even his anger couldn't.

The words that were enough to drive her all the way back to Birpur.

The words that he wished he never spoke of.

The words he painfully desired to have swallowed like knives in his throat rather than coming back home to no Paro.

Without the images that played in the back of his mind.

The look on her face at his sudden outburst.

The tears that refused to shed in those eyes that reflected the kind of monster that resurfaced that day.

The constant ache that made a home within his soul without her.

The denial he was in when she refused to come back, demanding some time alone. She hadn't even met him, her mami sa spoke on her behalf. Putting Rudra into tears within an instant and eyes full of anger. As if all his sanity was taken away with Paro.

Mami sa never expected to see how broken and regretful he was after he knew how serious issues had become. The mere thought of being a few steps away from her, racked his brains. Perhaps due to the lack of sleep and energy but even Paro, looking out her window, wouldn't have ever foreseen this.

He truly and genuinely was sorry. Although, if only those words could be taken back. There was no holding back this time. Forgiveness was out of the question. If it wasn't for those words like daggers though, maybe she wouldn't be this stubborn..or inconsolable.

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