Hey Guys, It`s me again. This is the result of me being absolutely bored at work.
Do leave your comments and thoughts
Agony
"Abba"
"Nahi. Abba please."
Virat woke up, startled, by Sai's incessant plea. He perched on the bed and looked at her side. The moonlight illuminated the room just enough for him to see her trembling form. He discarded the Sinhagadh Fort between them, and was for a brief second taken aback at how easily the wall between them crumbled into nothingness.
Virat moved closer and tried to peek at her face, which faced away from him. Sai continued to mumbled her father's name, the longing clearly audible from her voice.
Virat looked at her, not knowing how to console her.
After what seemed like an eternity, he snaked his hand beneath her head and tried to turn her to his side. Sai complied easily. She turned to his side and clutched his shirt tightly.
Her face normally adorned with mischief, spelled agony. The cheery voice which picked up a fight with him all the time, was replaced by a lament. He could not find a trace of the 32 watt smile that she always had, for her lips, like her entire body, was shaking. Her face, drenched with tears and sweat, undid something in him as he felt his chest tightening.
With the sleeves of his shirt, he wiped her face. His eyes were stuck on her closed ones as he slowly ironed the frown lines that had appeared on her forehead with his thumb.
He placed his palm on top of hers and eased her hold on his shirt, and then, not wanting to let go of the intimacy, held her hand in his. He adjusted her sleeping body so that her head could rest on top of his heart. He wrapped his arms around her, wanting to shield her from anything that could hurt her.
Virat patted her head, like a mother trying to calm her newborn infant and whispered sweet nothings in her ears. Sai soon calmed down.
But, Virat spent the night, awake and haunted by how oblivious he had been.
Cheers,
Keshni
