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He came out the washroom, pulling on his tee shirt.
His eyes fell on her huddled figure, curled upon the massive bed, the spread over her head.
He sighed as he sat beside her and slowly pulled back the blanket.
His throat, for some reason constricted with an emotion he couldn't name.
Who pulled down her blanket for the past three months? He thought, tears threatening to spill any moment.
He looked at her face. It refelected what his face showed.
Exhaustion.
He personally felt drained of emotions and energy. Something he was stripped of the moment she walked of his life.
He had no idea how many times he wished the things weren't the way they were and only if the staff was competent enough to check the damn elevator.
He sighed again, his breath blowing tendrils of her from her face.
He did not know what to believe anymore.
He did not want to ponder on who filed that complaint.
The past three months felt like a dream. A really bad dream.
He hoped with all his might that he would wake up and she would be beside him in his arms.
He yearned for her.
He hoped it all will go away. He had lost so much.
His superhero, his idol.
His humanity, his smile, his happiness.
Her. The reason for his bleak existence.
He noticed her stirring and he removed his hand from her arms.
He noticed the finger marks on the wrists.
Rage coursed through him as he remembered that bas***d touching her.
The sight was enough to make him sober.
"Zain." He heard her whisper.
And that was his undoing.
For the past three months, all the bottled up emotions and pent up exhaustion came crashing upon him, in wave after wave.
He slid down the bed and hugged his knees.and cried his heart out.
This time, she was there to console him. Unlike all the times he sat alone in a corner.
He never had felt so alone.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
He turned back and hugged her waist, sobbing into it.
Why did the hand that carresed his head felt so much more soothing.
Why did the silence that hung in the air with so many unsaid emotions felt more comforting to him than his brothers words or mothers touch?
He knew.
He had known all along.
"I give up Aliya." He said, his voice muffled.
He could feel her tears falling in his cheek.
He knew she was crying because he was.
He wondered how he had doubted her in the first place.
"Shh Zain. Sab thik ho jayega."
He scrambled up and took her in a bone crushing embrace.
"I can't. I dont have the strength to pretend anymore. I dont have the strength to convince myself that I hate you." He said against her hair.
Her arms had automatically wrapped themselves around him.
"I give up Aliya." He sobbed.
"I just love you too much."
*****
Missed my one shots? I knw you didn't.
Likes and comments people. You all know the drill, but rarely perform them.
I swear I'll stop writing.
Constructive critisism is wholeheartedly welcome.
Typed it up in my cell phone so if you come across any typos, don't forget to ignore them.
And please dont leave a bunch of adjectives. I would like to know why you found the os 'superb' or 'awesome.'
Thank you.
I'll send out pms later.
-Sanika :)
His eyes fell on her huddled figure, curled upon the massive bed, the spread over her head.
He sighed as he sat beside her and slowly pulled back the blanket.
His throat, for some reason constricted with an emotion he couldn't name.
Who pulled down her blanket for the past three months? He thought, tears threatening to spill any moment.
He looked at her face. It refelected what his face showed.
Exhaustion.
He personally felt drained of emotions and energy. Something he was stripped of the moment she walked of his life.
He had no idea how many times he wished the things weren't the way they were and only if the staff was competent enough to check the damn elevator.
He sighed again, his breath blowing tendrils of her from her face.
He did not know what to believe anymore.
He did not want to ponder on who filed that complaint.
The past three months felt like a dream. A really bad dream.
He hoped with all his might that he would wake up and she would be beside him in his arms.
He yearned for her.
He hoped it all will go away. He had lost so much.
His superhero, his idol.
His humanity, his smile, his happiness.
Her. The reason for his bleak existence.
He noticed her stirring and he removed his hand from her arms.
He noticed the finger marks on the wrists.
Rage coursed through him as he remembered that bas***d touching her.
The sight was enough to make him sober.
"Zain." He heard her whisper.
And that was his undoing.
For the past three months, all the bottled up emotions and pent up exhaustion came crashing upon him, in wave after wave.
He slid down the bed and hugged his knees.and cried his heart out.
This time, she was there to console him. Unlike all the times he sat alone in a corner.
He never had felt so alone.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
He turned back and hugged her waist, sobbing into it.
Why did the hand that carresed his head felt so much more soothing.
Why did the silence that hung in the air with so many unsaid emotions felt more comforting to him than his brothers words or mothers touch?
He knew.
He had known all along.
"I give up Aliya." He said, his voice muffled.
He could feel her tears falling in his cheek.
He knew she was crying because he was.
He wondered how he had doubted her in the first place.
"Shh Zain. Sab thik ho jayega."
He scrambled up and took her in a bone crushing embrace.
"I can't. I dont have the strength to pretend anymore. I dont have the strength to convince myself that I hate you." He said against her hair.
Her arms had automatically wrapped themselves around him.
"I give up Aliya." He sobbed.
"I just love you too much."
*****
Missed my one shots? I knw you didn't.
Likes and comments people. You all know the drill, but rarely perform them.
I swear I'll stop writing.
Constructive critisism is wholeheartedly welcome.
Typed it up in my cell phone so if you come across any typos, don't forget to ignore them.
And please dont leave a bunch of adjectives. I would like to know why you found the os 'superb' or 'awesome.'
Thank you.
I'll send out pms later.
-Sanika :)
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