AsYa/KaBhi SS:Never Letting Go [06/04/2014 #KaBhi-VM &Note pg37] - Page 17

A million and one thoughts flooded Asad's mind. A frenzy of panic overpowered him as he clutched the envelope in his hand close to his heart. His eyes damp threatened to spill all the pain afflicting his contorted mind. He could not move from the spot where his feet were transfixed, what he perceived as chains that fastened his feet to the floor constricted his movement. He didn't take a moment to think or collect his thoughts, he had to hurry, he didn't know why but he had to. He broke the shackles he felt hindered his walk and sprinted his way out of his office in a panic stricken frenzy. He was one always known to be overprotective where Zoya was concerned and for that matter all logic flew out the window because he didn't even read the note that he left on the office table. The words collaged to the envelope were sufficient to drive him into senseless anxiety. The words flashed before his eyes over and over again- I'm sorry but it's pivotal that I tell you this ... as he sprinted down the stairs towards the coffee house hoping she hadn't travelled too far from there. He sprinted through the glass revolving doors, suppressing the salty cry that pierced his lungs in agony.

She was sat straight up in bed, staring into the darkness of her room, a room that she had yet to acclimatise with. Its walls and interiors did not comfort her or provide her warmth, then again nor did her bedroom back in Lucknow - the home that never made her feel at ease, it too was a stranger to her. She raised her hands to wipe the tears that brew and fell uncontrollably from her eyes and with her trembling hands she reached for a glass of water from her bedside table to quench the thirst the nightmare had brought on. She gulped water uncontrollably, her hands shaking the entire time as water splashed from the glass onto her and the duvet cover. She placed the glass back down on the bedside table with trembling hands because she was not in her comfort zone just yet. The water did not quench her thirst nor did it put out the flame that burnt sorely in her chest. She ran the palms of her hands over her hair pulling back on the strands disconsolately wiping the sweat drops on her furrowed brow because she could not collect her thoughts. She decided to pull off the blankets and made her way to her suitcase which was yet to be unpacked.

It had been a long day for her and she was too tired and also drenched from the rain on arriving in Bhopal to settle in and unpack her luggage. Bhopal was an alien city for her where she felt hostile because she didn't know anyone here and considering the intimidation her nightmares already inflicted upon her, she felt she needed to stay guarded in Bhopal, guarded from everyone in the city, she could not place her trust on anyone, not until she could find the answers her troubled mind was seeking so passionately. The answers she desperately needed resolving before she took a step into her new life back in Lucknow. A new life she felt she was not quite ready for, not just yet because there was this persistent calling that she saw in her sleep amongst the shadows of her nightmare-cum-dream, a calling that had brought her to Bhopal, a calling like a fire's encompassing flames that would not cease to end burning cold-heartedly until she found the answers she avidly searched for. Possibly answers to her past that were now a distant memory, memories that she did not remember.

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