Besabriyaan

Chapter 39

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N A N D I N I

Next day,
9pm:

"It's Grey Petals. Petals like P E T A L S. Yes. 74CE Bandra. Oh yes, I'm standing outside the premises only, you just need to get your cab through the main gate and reach block B." I instructed the uber driver standing under the shed of the office building.

I stood watching the rainfall tapping an old phone on my other palm impatiently. I didn't want to stay alone for long because I knew the more I would, thoughts might again come haunting and just as I thought, tears escaped my eyes. I blinked harder to get my vision clear extending my hand to let some raindrops land on my skin to soothe my burn. The day, throughout, I couldn't finish a work thinking anything straight. I was distracted, hurting, isolated and fooled. I needed some more time to figure out my own judgments but the fact was somehow my reality; I started hating Manik Malhotra with every ounce of my being.

Luckily, I didn't get to see him this whole day, not that I wanted, to say the least. I was caught up in a whirlwind where my head was constantly spinning. I saw someone dead in a Mental Asylum last night, learned Manik killed his mother, went home and checked over google that years before, even before he came to this industry, he was arrested with the charge of having killed his own mother but eventually acquitted since nothing was proved. His own mother? Couldn't he spare the poor soul who gave birth him too? Or maybe, that was her punishment. It was hard to believe but I wasn't thinking straight. This realisation nauseated me that I was sharing the same office roof with some criminal. Manik and Maddy... there was no difference, only that Manik was more powerful, richer and worse in terms of mentality and capacities.

All my devotion was turning violent as the raindrops instead of calming me down was digging the holes in my stabbed heart. If there was ever someone I wanted fall in love with, it was him. Lazy summer days chasing rainbows; cool fall evenings walking under red leaves drowning in scarves and knit everything; sleepy winter nights next to the fireplace; early morning spring picnics and his breathtaking smile. I could picture a lifetime with him... but now it all was falling apart just like the broken pieces of my heart. No wonder, the more I tried fitting the broken pieces, its sharp edges was causing me blood.

For a second, I was ready to believe that Manik Malhotra wasn't even real. A human being like him couldn't be. Human being? He might be just a fantasy. But the pain he made me suffer was the only reminder that yes, he was real. Very much.

'Promise me that my heart will heal. It is said that time heals all wounds, but what if the wounds are so deep and raw that they can only be healed with the love from the creator of those wounds?' I prayed looking up at the sky.

"You have to learn the art of letting go." My spine chilled hearing those words coming from behind.

I stared at the tall shadow from behind that was making its way beside me and my spine curbed at the thought of standing beside a criminal. My limbs were becoming heavier, mind slower and heart - devoid of enthusiasm. Manik chose to stand beside me unbuttoning his grey coat and twisted his wrist to learn the time on his luxurious watch. I looked around restlessly as all I wanted at that moment was to run away.

"Yes? Where is your cab? It's already nine minutes when you said five?" I hissed at the driver over phone. Lord knew why the gps of these drivers always showed them the routes with more lanes and by-lanes. For once, could I get a cab on time?