Hey there all the lovely people.
Me is back with a short story. It's super weird. But do read and let me know if it should be continued or not. It will be continued only on demand š
SS : Kashmakash
"Mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeene aur marne ka,
usi ko dekh kar jeete hain, jis kaafir pe dam nikle..."
"Say something dammit" Kanak cried to US but he just stood there, expressionless without blinking staring at the wall in front of him. "Silence, it's always silence... have you got nothing to say... you always have lectures to deliver, but with me it's always silence, I hate it.. I hate you" she cried. And his heart broke in silence which she couldn't hear. He had a million things to say to her, but there was nothing left now. He had given up, on her, his life.
She had to go. It was end of discussion, he had forced her into this relationship and today he would set her free, even if it meant death to him. He couldn't live with himself or with her anymore, this was all a lie.
"You can stand like a stone, but I am not going anywhere", Kanak screamed at him, she huffed and sat down on the foot bench near their bed. She was hurting because US had shut her out completely for days now.. She wasn't like him.. she could never be... he was on a different level than her, they were poles apart, if he was the rising sun she was the setting sun. With time they were getting along in their own way, slow paced yet steady. relationship works with understanding and misunderstanding is the longest distance between two people. She knew now, they both would work out their marriage in their own way... but today he just came to the room and announced that Kanak was to return to her home and she would never come back here. His words crisp and clear fell like boulders on her, at first she didn't understand what it meant, and when realization struck he was gone and cold was left in his wake.
To be continued...
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