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PART 1:-
She looked at the clock hung at the wall, it showed 11:30pm, he hasn't arrived yet was the first thought occupied her mind.
Its not new for her, he has been arriving late from his office and she was quite used to it, but today she was desparately waiting for his arrival. She waited for him though she knew that wouldn't leave any impact on him!
She hated him, or loved him...nothing was sort of clear to her. Her mind and heart presented before her two different pictures...
One reminded her of her old romantic days with him, their laughter, his sweet love-filled gestures towards her, his words dipped in love-syrups...
while the other provided her of the picture of night filled with lights turned out to be a dark one...
Her mother, the one figure whom she didn't love but worshipped from the core of her heart, whose self-respect mattered her the most, being maligned by her in-laws. She felt bad at that time than when he too joined them to add a few words of his own to put down her mother and her.
She felt a strong pricking inside her heart, as if someone has stabbed her hard there, most probably his words played that role at that moment!
Time passed and everything was sorted. People around her tried their best to settle their differences, but failed each time. Maybe their differences created a huge gap between them which was not possible to be filled by their mere words, the lose was done. We say to choose our words wisely before we speak, and once it leaves our mouth, it cannot be taken back. Maybe his words at that night left deep scars in her mind which cannot be cured by their words of sympathy.
Coldness occupied their relationship. They were living their lives, but not together. They were together for them, but not for themselves. Their hearts called-out for each other, but they weren't able to remove those virtual barriers between them.
But today she waited for his arrival, maybe she couldn't take it any longer now. She wanted him, his absence was somewhere driving her crazy that night.
Her thoughts came to a hault with the sound of brakes being applied. He was there, yes he had arrived. She ran towards the main door to catch a glimpse of him.
He got out of the car carrying the same cold expressions, laughter and smiles has already left his gloomy life, after he made the biggest mistake of his life, he let her down, that probably been burning him from inside which could be reflected in his deep brown eyes.
But today was a different scenario, she was there, he took a closer look, yes she was there, standing at the entrance with a small smile on her face. His face lit-up seeing her, as if something has again brewed a new life in him. Her mere smile bought him back to life.
Both stood there, with their eyes speaking their heart's voice, something which couldn't be wrapped up in just mere words.
He took a few steps towards her, she too did the same, and finally they stood so close to feel each other's heart-beats.
"kahan the tum, tumhe pata hai main tumhara kabse intezaar kar rahi thi?"
Her words, though sounding like an angry teacher's words, had so much soothing effects on him. He stood there, transfixed, not knowing what to say. His mind and his heart were at fix, was she meaning it, or its just his imagination of her caring for him. Something made him blurt out those harsh words, which broke her once again:
"kya farak padta hai, aur tumhe kabse meri fikar hone lagi hai?"
With this he stepped inside the house, but looked back to realise that once again he lost the chance to make up with her. A tear skipped his eyes, but he controlled his emotions and made his way inside.
She stood there, frozen by his words. Mixed emotions flushed inside her. A mixture of pain and anger. She just couldn't control it any further and broke off into tears. She wasn't expecting this response from him, but somewhere she felt that all this was a mere reflection and reactions for what has happened in the past. She broke into tears as she couldn't take it any longer. Inside her heart she felt a deep pain.
She wiped her tears and stepped inside. She opened the door but didn't found him, maybe he went to take a hot shower.
She waited for him, but when he took long, so she started adjusting the bed. They slept together, with closeness, but it was just a formality with zero emotion between them. But today she wanted him, she wanted his presence by her side, she wanted to feel the touch of his rough hands on her body, yes wanted him today!
And there he came, with water still dripping from his wet hairs, with black tracks and bare chest, a towel hung around his neck whose one end was used by him to dry his wet hair.
She stood there, and stared at his sexy, well-tonned body. It was one of those sights she never failed to witness at any moment!
------------------------------------------ my first ever attempt to write something, hope you guys like this! Leave you comments!
Part 2 coming soon!
She looked at the clock hung at the wall, it showed 11:30pm, he hasn't arrived yet was the first thought occupied her mind.
Its not new for her, he has been arriving late from his office and she was quite used to it, but today she was desparately waiting for his arrival. She waited for him though she knew that wouldn't leave any impact on him!
She hated him, or loved him...nothing was sort of clear to her. Her mind and heart presented before her two different pictures...
One reminded her of her old romantic days with him, their laughter, his sweet love-filled gestures towards her, his words dipped in love-syrups...
while the other provided her of the picture of night filled with lights turned out to be a dark one...
Her mother, the one figure whom she didn't love but worshipped from the core of her heart, whose self-respect mattered her the most, being maligned by her in-laws. She felt bad at that time than when he too joined them to add a few words of his own to put down her mother and her.
She felt a strong pricking inside her heart, as if someone has stabbed her hard there, most probably his words played that role at that moment!
Time passed and everything was sorted. People around her tried their best to settle their differences, but failed each time. Maybe their differences created a huge gap between them which was not possible to be filled by their mere words, the lose was done. We say to choose our words wisely before we speak, and once it leaves our mouth, it cannot be taken back. Maybe his words at that night left deep scars in her mind which cannot be cured by their words of sympathy.
Coldness occupied their relationship. They were living their lives, but not together. They were together for them, but not for themselves. Their hearts called-out for each other, but they weren't able to remove those virtual barriers between them.
But today she waited for his arrival, maybe she couldn't take it any longer now. She wanted him, his absence was somewhere driving her crazy that night.
Her thoughts came to a hault with the sound of brakes being applied. He was there, yes he had arrived. She ran towards the main door to catch a glimpse of him.
He got out of the car carrying the same cold expressions, laughter and smiles has already left his gloomy life, after he made the biggest mistake of his life, he let her down, that probably been burning him from inside which could be reflected in his deep brown eyes.
But today was a different scenario, she was there, he took a closer look, yes she was there, standing at the entrance with a small smile on her face. His face lit-up seeing her, as if something has again brewed a new life in him. Her mere smile bought him back to life.
Both stood there, with their eyes speaking their heart's voice, something which couldn't be wrapped up in just mere words.
He took a few steps towards her, she too did the same, and finally they stood so close to feel each other's heart-beats.
"kahan the tum, tumhe pata hai main tumhara kabse intezaar kar rahi thi?"
Her words, though sounding like an angry teacher's words, had so much soothing effects on him. He stood there, transfixed, not knowing what to say. His mind and his heart were at fix, was she meaning it, or its just his imagination of her caring for him. Something made him blurt out those harsh words, which broke her once again:
"kya farak padta hai, aur tumhe kabse meri fikar hone lagi hai?"
With this he stepped inside the house, but looked back to realise that once again he lost the chance to make up with her. A tear skipped his eyes, but he controlled his emotions and made his way inside.
She stood there, frozen by his words. Mixed emotions flushed inside her. A mixture of pain and anger. She just couldn't control it any further and broke off into tears. She wasn't expecting this response from him, but somewhere she felt that all this was a mere reflection and reactions for what has happened in the past. She broke into tears as she couldn't take it any longer. Inside her heart she felt a deep pain.
She wiped her tears and stepped inside. She opened the door but didn't found him, maybe he went to take a hot shower.
She waited for him, but when he took long, so she started adjusting the bed. They slept together, with closeness, but it was just a formality with zero emotion between them. But today she wanted him, she wanted his presence by her side, she wanted to feel the touch of his rough hands on her body, yes wanted him today!
And there he came, with water still dripping from his wet hairs, with black tracks and bare chest, a towel hung around his neck whose one end was used by him to dry his wet hair.
She stood there, and stared at his sexy, well-tonned body. It was one of those sights she never failed to witness at any moment!
------------------------------------------ my first ever attempt to write something, hope you guys like this! Leave you comments!
Part 2 coming soon!
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