Missing him

As her hands pressed harder against the glass of large window, she kept watching the empty roads on a Sunday morning. It was 4:00 am and her sleep driven eyes weren’t blinking a bit. She couldn’t sleep the complete night. His thoughts didn’t let her. He was missing since the whole day.

She turned supporting her back on the adjacent wall, and her eyes fell on those neatly kept white sheets and pillows on bed. Her tired muscles urged for rest.

She walked slowly to reach there. Mid way her mind dejected to relax and she picked her phone kept on table beside the bed. Her fingers quickly dialed his number again.

His number was unreachable throughout night, every time she tried calling him. But this time it did ring a bell.

Her heart beat increased with every ring. The call ended unanswered, leaving her in dismay.

Before her mind, it was her heart to react. Her tears rolled down on her pale cheeks and she went down on her knees. She curled up her body sitting next to her bed on floor.

In her silent room, she could only hear her sobs. They were loud enough for her fearful state of mind.

Her hands reached her bed sheets and she pulled them closer to her skin, trying to hide her face into them. Her sobs were still loud to be heard.

Before her heart, it was her mind to take up the decision. She dozed off.

“Naina” His voice whispered her name possessively. Her lips reflexively curved to smile a bit.

Her eyes shifted to gaze into his and his eyes stared her beautiful smile.

Breaking their stance, he pulled her up to stand still.

“What?” she asked while faking her anger.

“Good morning!” He replied as he took her into his arms. She smiled a little more. He kept adorning her smile yet again.

They lay down on bed together. They pulled each other closer.

Her anger disappeared. His smile appeared.

Her body leaned more into him and she could hear him inhale softly.

She rubbed her nose on his neck as he hugged her tighter. His fingers moved into her hairs.

Her lips kissed his throat and she could hear him exhale deep.

She repeated her moves and his breathing turned harder. She blushed a bit.

She trailed down to his chest and felt his hand trace up on the sides of her stomach. She blushed more.

She closed her eyes and kissed him. He smirked and tickled her. They both laughed.

“Where were you?” She questioned trying to resist his laugh.

He remained quiet. She opened her eyes and looked up.

Her eyes scanned the silent wall, the empty bed and lonely room.

“Were you missing me?” she recalled his counter question. “Why would I miss you?” And she remembered her respond.

She rubbed her hand against the smooth silk sheets of bed.

“I don’t miss you. I miss your touch. “She had added teasingly. He had laughed more.

Her eyes shed tears and she hugged herself more. She heard herself crying a lot more.

“Still missing my touch!?” she heard a clear voice.

She turned swiftly to the direction of voice. It was his voice. He stood there.

Her eyes knew it was him. Her heart took few seconds to believe.

She still cried as he came closer and pulled her into hug, a tight one.

“I missed you!” she exclaimed.

He rubbed his hand on her back and her sobs trying to settle down in his warmth.

Her phone buzzed and mechanically she picked to keep it aside.

Her arms hugged her pillow tightly. “I missed you so much.” She said louder.

The screen displayed his number and the call was missed before she could read his name.

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Reflection

As the curtains of the room were drawn, the morning sun rays filled her room with light. She woke up quickly to freshen up. The girl had worn her not much selective dress. She sat in front of her dressing table. And her hands moved in her hair locks while she saw herself in the mirror.

She didn’t look pretty beautiful. It was a simple reflection of an ordinary girl.

She gazed at her tired looking eyes, which seem to have cried throughout the night at her lost life. The pair of brown fantasizing eyes was sad as they had witnessed their every dream breaking down.

She then stared down at her smiling lips, making her surprised in her complete attire.

Her mind questioned her fictional joy curve in the harsh realities of life. She heard her heart answering his name as the only reason.

The mentioning of his name and she could sense her breathing go slow.

He was that part of her life, which was not life but love. The tiny piece she could define as happiness in her life that helped her swallow the remaining bigger portion of her dull living.

She stood up to pick her bag kept on the bed. Her instant careless move led to a sharp twist and ache in her ankle. Out of pain, her hand mechanically tightened her hold on the bedside and her eyes shut. The closed eyes, recalled how his arms had held her tightly saving her from falling down the other day.

She felt mesmerized thinking how he had been admiringly caring for her. Every time her life made her loose her balance; His presence, his touch, his hold, his every memory was her strength.

She slowly turned around seeking support of wall, staring one last time at herself in the mirror. Her face in the reflection told her how she was unsure about life yet sure enough to believe on his love.

His love didn’t utter these words but she knew it wanted to express; her life can make her lose but won’t be able to win over her until she has his love with her.

As she walked out and felt the heat on her skin, her eyes looked up. The pair of eyes reflexively closed sharply, not being able to open and gaze at sun. The sweat forming up on her skin told her the day was going to be warm and harsh. But next instant, her stressful eyes calmed down as her lips again smiled beautifully remembering how he had promised this day he will not let her be alone.

 ‘I will come to not to be with you, but to have you with me.’ He had said when she denied him to meet her today.

She knew life would change seasons and might harm her but his love will protect her in every season.

She decided to not stop but step out in the traffic and noise. She was amazed how love can create power within her.

Her books read you’d been shadow kissed if you are supposed dead and brought back to life by someone. It awakens your soul more powerfully. Her thoughts were intervened as she saw him waving at the other side of road. He glanced exchanging a smile at her. She too smiled a little more.

She kept watching him all the while crossing the path to reach her, and as she saw him standing closer to her, she could not stop herself from gazing.

He knew she wasn’t gazing at him, but at her reflection in his eyes. He smirked. She blushed silly; feeling like shadow kissed by love of her gorgeous man- Him!

 

His weird Her

Life is weird sometimes and that’s a reason why two people sometimes bond up weirdly in their lives….!!!

He being the Mr. Perfect knew very well what’s right and with his smartness of his intense brain he could decipher that he should take a right turn on the path he has to walk upon.

She had always been a silly girl. The left turn led to a wrong path, a path which was a longer route to reach the destination. It was also full of sharp stones and hidden mud pits. But she listened to her heart and decided to walk on the left side.

He and She, both of them were not opposite but totally different from each other.

He was very clear about his thoughtful decisions would give him good returns and she was confused about her thoughts but ready to take risk. It was all about risk and return.

They were exclusive in their own way to accept challenges and were naturally confident too. Their decisions made them what they are… which meant, they are never going to be together.

 They knew it on their diverse paths they won’t collide to each other.

They knew as well that they weren’t supposed to be meeting on any point.

But he also recognizes, she is strong yet fearful and she needs him. So, he stood to support her by walking along to the left side of path.

But she also realizes, he don’t express that everything he does meant her happiness. So she believed in him to walk on his chosen right side of path.

Unknowingly, they ended up walking together every time they had to choose crossed paths.

 Because they shared something called weird. That weird thing was sure not destiny.

 It was her for being extremely weird kind of one. And it was all her weirdness, he could not stay normal.

Sometimes it’s not life, but us as we make our lives weird by holding on to such weird bonding!