OS: New Beginning!

New Beginning!

The gun shot echoed like cannon blasts. I pressed down on the trigger again, and again, and again. Each bullet shot out of the gun with years of vengeance.

He stayed fixed to ground for a second before staggering back several feet, his eyes rolled up, and his body became limp. He fell to the ground life less.

Sikander was dead.

I walked up to him with deliberate slowness, taking my time. After four years of endless chasing and waiting. After four years of nothing, but heart wrenching ache and peace less nights. Somehow I thought this moment will make me feel much, much better than it does now.

But, the truth was his death has changed nothing! Roshni was still dead. Her loss still hurts as much as it used to.

I wanted to cry. Something I haven't done in a long time, but nothing is quite sunk in yet. A kind of void filled me; everything was a blur except for the body that lay in front of me. I stared at the life less form of Sikander, who became the whole purpose of my life after Roshni.

With him gone so did my will to live.

Just then a warm and familiar hand touched my shoulder. The warmth from the hand gave me an unknown hope; the gentle tug brought me back to life.

I gave in to the tugging and followed as the hand commanded me. It pulled me up on my legs and led me out of that place. I could have walked out of there with my eyes shut, because it made no difference that my eyes were open. There was a lot of sound - siren of the ambulance, siren of the police cars, people talking, people murmuring. Nothing made any sense. The only thing that held me together was the warmth and gentle caressing from the hand in mine.

The next thing I know, I stood in the doorway of an unfamiliar house. Again the hand tugged mine, I followed.

I was tucked into the bed like a child. Everything came rushing back to me; Roshni's death, the want to cry but feeling way too numb to even think about crying, the pain as if someone ripped my heart out of me.

I tried so hard to gather myself but it was pointless. It felt like there was a large hole where my heart was supposed to be, nothing will be the same ever again. The tears that stayed put for the last four years rolled down my face on their own accord. I could not keep it in anymore, could not put up the pretence. As grief burst from within, sobs racked my body.

The warm hands pulled me into a hug; I clung to the figure like a lifeline. The warm and tender hug seemed to subdue my pain. Maybe if I stayed like this for a while longer the pain will leave entirely. Though I doubt that could ever happen I could dream for a miracle.

After sometime when I started to feel dehydrated and did not have an ounce of energy left in me, my eyes started to shut and sleep took over after four years of abandonment. In the final seconds of my consciousness, only one thought came to my mind.

It was all finally over.

A bright new day starts tomorrow!

P.S. I am going to leave it up to you guys to decide who the person is comforting Arjun - Riya, Ayesha or someone completely different!!