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He woke up,yawning, his hand hitting the alarm clock, grimacing.
He swung his legs around and his feet found his slippers. He looked at her side of bed.
It was made. His nose wrinkled. She must have gotten up early
He rubbed his eyes and proceeded to the washroom.
He locked it and took of his pj's.
Assuming the water to be hot, he dipped in the mug and poured it on his head.
He yelped when he found out that it was chilling cold.
Cursing, he dried himself off the towel.
Already in a bad mood, he came out.
The room was dark. He frowned.
He threw the blinds open. He looked at the bed.
His side was still unmade and there was no change of clothes for him upon it.
He walked to his cupboard and pulled out a pair of shirt and trousers.
He fiddled with his tie, glancing at the door.
Lines appeared on his head.
He threw his tie away. He was starting to get restless.
He searched for his watch. He did not find it.
He walked out the door in a hurry. He seemed late for something.
What, he didn't know.
He sat at the empty breakfast table, sparing a glance at his father's empty chair.
Which will remain empty forever.
He ate the breakfast, chewing slowly. The food seemed off as his mood. It felt tasteless.
He finished his breakfast and lingered by the door for a minute or two and left.
He forgot his coffee that morning.
***
He entered his room, his mood in ruins.
Nothing seemed to be going his way.
Small, infinitesimal things annoyed him.
His hand automatically went to his collar to remove his tie and a trickle of dread crept in his heart as his hands came up empty.
He threw his briefcase on his bed.
His side was still unmade.
He stared at his table. There was no cup of tea upon it.
He walked to the kitchen. He met Allah Rakha on his way.
He enquired about her. He was informed that she wasnt seen from yesterday night.
Hoping that his conclusions were wrong, he ran into his room and threw open his closet.
It was lined with her suits according to color.
But that was not what he was searching for.
He opened her drawer. The Quran was missing.
His knees gave out, his mind refused to believe.
His heart was numb.
He suddenly recollected her absence throughout his day.
She had not drawn water for his bath, neither.had she kept his clothes out for him.
He went to his office without his tie and watch. He left without his coffee and he did not see her face.
It had started raining. The water came in from the windows which he had opened in the morning. From the windows she didn't open.
The bed was still unmade.
The clock chimed seven and his heart panged. He did not have his evening tea or her kitkit.
She had left. After days of his toture, she had left.
He remembered then.
Mamu ki Bhanji ke bina Mamu Ka Beta bilkul adhoora hai.
He was right after all.
****
One more because I was feeling melancholic. I saw yesterday's epi now. It was ok. Too fast paced.
Anyways, leave behind your likes and comments. Again, did not proof read :p
I am very lazy but I am cut short for time too.
Constructive critisism is always welcome.
Take care.
Loads of love,
Sanika.
P.s- try dark chocolate with coffee. It tastes H.E.A.V.E.N.L.Y. Trust me.
P.p.s- I'll send out pms in a while. Am out right now.
He swung his legs around and his feet found his slippers. He looked at her side of bed.
It was made. His nose wrinkled. She must have gotten up early
He rubbed his eyes and proceeded to the washroom.
He locked it and took of his pj's.
Assuming the water to be hot, he dipped in the mug and poured it on his head.
He yelped when he found out that it was chilling cold.
Cursing, he dried himself off the towel.
Already in a bad mood, he came out.
The room was dark. He frowned.
He threw the blinds open. He looked at the bed.
His side was still unmade and there was no change of clothes for him upon it.
He walked to his cupboard and pulled out a pair of shirt and trousers.
He fiddled with his tie, glancing at the door.
Lines appeared on his head.
He threw his tie away. He was starting to get restless.
He searched for his watch. He did not find it.
He walked out the door in a hurry. He seemed late for something.
What, he didn't know.
He sat at the empty breakfast table, sparing a glance at his father's empty chair.
Which will remain empty forever.
He ate the breakfast, chewing slowly. The food seemed off as his mood. It felt tasteless.
He finished his breakfast and lingered by the door for a minute or two and left.
He forgot his coffee that morning.
***
He entered his room, his mood in ruins.
Nothing seemed to be going his way.
Small, infinitesimal things annoyed him.
His hand automatically went to his collar to remove his tie and a trickle of dread crept in his heart as his hands came up empty.
He threw his briefcase on his bed.
His side was still unmade.
He stared at his table. There was no cup of tea upon it.
He walked to the kitchen. He met Allah Rakha on his way.
He enquired about her. He was informed that she wasnt seen from yesterday night.
Hoping that his conclusions were wrong, he ran into his room and threw open his closet.
It was lined with her suits according to color.
But that was not what he was searching for.
He opened her drawer. The Quran was missing.
His knees gave out, his mind refused to believe.
His heart was numb.
He suddenly recollected her absence throughout his day.
She had not drawn water for his bath, neither.had she kept his clothes out for him.
He went to his office without his tie and watch. He left without his coffee and he did not see her face.
It had started raining. The water came in from the windows which he had opened in the morning. From the windows she didn't open.
The bed was still unmade.
The clock chimed seven and his heart panged. He did not have his evening tea or her kitkit.
She had left. After days of his toture, she had left.
He remembered then.
Mamu ki Bhanji ke bina Mamu Ka Beta bilkul adhoora hai.
He was right after all.
****
One more because I was feeling melancholic. I saw yesterday's epi now. It was ok. Too fast paced.
Anyways, leave behind your likes and comments. Again, did not proof read :p
I am very lazy but I am cut short for time too.
Constructive critisism is always welcome.
Take care.
Loads of love,
Sanika.
P.s- try dark chocolate with coffee. It tastes H.E.A.V.E.N.L.Y. Trust me.
P.p.s- I'll send out pms in a while. Am out right now.
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