AsYa OS-Mirrors
It was the forth ring without any response. His patience gave up. She wasn't responding to the door, wasn't taking his calls, not replying to his text messages and the landline was always busy. Her reactive side was turning his world topsy-turvy; she was never so high on emotions. He tried again; slammed his fist against the board and made a hopeless attempt at the knob which was surprisingly unlocked. He sighed in relief and entered into her little cozy dwelling now drenched in obscurity.
Asad, worn to shreds by anxiety, dashed towards her room. Darkness again. The only light paving in was from the window, melodious moonlight; whose luminosity fell on her passive visage. She was asleep. Asad closed his eyes trying to absorb the calmness which swept over him on feeling her presence again. Mere 24 hours and her absence fell like rocks on his existence and there he thought he never fancied her.
I'am sorry Zoya...I was wrong and you were right...'
He sighed whispering gently and made it towards the half open window. His steps witnessed broken pieces of glass and crumpled paper. He bent down to pick out on the mess; that's when he realized the creased pieces were actually photographs... his photographs..his photographs with her. He drank the lone tear trying to escape the corner of his eyes. Wrought out of an emotion infectious and splendidly dangerous, he finally paced towards the window and pulled the slider aside. Something drowned his spirits as he sighed a vanquish sigh.
The trees rattled under the spell of volcanic upheavings of imprisoned winds. The moon appeared out again from its cloudy veil.
"Why do you keep staring out of this window?" He asked her. She laughed and told him something he could never understand.
"These winds whisper... I can hear them sing."
He tried listening to the winds whisper; but today it only howled. There were no songs, only distraught symphonies.
Asad unfolded the crumpled picture in his hand. A nostalgic smile kissed his lips. It was him and Zoya, both in blue. Asad recalled the eve and it was his first ever project. He had taken her to the premiere. She was happier than a child at his hardwork paying him off. The photograph was a witness to her glee. A thousand recollections of untangled and untarnished memories came with a rush and he soon found himself lost in her chatters, her giggles, her tears and her... fears.
Never did he realize he was one of her fears too; at least a good haunting part of it. She feared losing him, like one fears losing life. She had loved him all her life and he had buried everything under the blanket of friendship.
And when the question finally came, the answer dazed him too; words and acts easily wrenched out from their true significance.
I do..Of course I do... yes I do.' A voice invaded him even before he could think about it. He gazed back at her, her existence sat heavy on the soul today.
"Zoya..." He whispered.
"You announced you engagement in public?" She said half stunned half taken a back; it was clear in every salable her lips tore. "Everyone knows about it...all but me..." Her voice broke.
"I know... I should have told you before... but it was her wish... and everything happened so instantaneously...look Zoya..." He tried explaining her but words failed to deliver their weight.
"When did you get engaged?" Her voice came from a deep well. Asad sighed in desperation; that was all he could do.
"Yesterday...but I'am still hell confused about this relationship Zoya..."
"Yesterday you get engaged...the same day you announce it...and you are still confused?" It wasn't sarcasm in her voice nor aggression but sheer bewilderment. She let her tears betray her, they cascaded down like prisoners.
"Do you love her?" She asked not breaking out of her trance for once. He shook his head.
"Not that way Zoya..."
"Does she?"
He shook his head again. She laughed hysterically.
"Do you know someone out there really does love you...someone who dint think once before dedicating her entire life to you... someone whose every breath spells out one name only...you name Asad...you name...but of course. I am the ordinary girl behind the famous superstar...the one webbed in his past... the one for whom his heart has shut his eyes.. the one it needs no more..."
"Zoya..." Her name slipped his lips. The panorama of life unfolded before him but this one was through her eyes. The mind froze at every other thought, the only one that reverberated in his mind was...
"She loved me...and I"
Outside the memory of the night grew fantastic and remote. He sat on his knees before her. Her face denied any emotions.
"Of course I do... I love you Zoya." He poured his realization upon her. He took her hand in his but a thick nasty liquid greeted the touch. He held his hand before him. It was real and red. It was blood. Something pushed him back and he slumped on the floor.
He wanted to wake up. Wake up before the site suffocated him...but only if it were a nightmare...it was the mirror of his life now. The mirrors he had to live with now.
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That's it. I know sad but then... oh that's life. All you reading it... SUICIDE IS A SIN AND AN ACT OF COWARDICE.
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