19. Shine
Meri har man maani bas tum tak
Baatein bachkaani bas tum tak
Meri nazar deewani bas tum tak
Mere sukh-dukh aate jaate saare-
Tum tak, tum tak, tum tak, sohne yar!
Kaya was not a tight sleeper, in fact she was the kind of woman who could not even make up to a proper seven hours of sleep a day.
She didn't understand what people meant when they said they were sleeping through their problems because Kaya tried to run away from that feeling of lying on the bed all lonely, with thoughts she would never want to entertain.
She disapproved the propaganda because it wasn't easy at all for her to just sleep through her thoughts which questioned her very self for everything she did, for everything she was. It was not a piece of cake for her to escape the dungeon of her never ending thoughts which made her think about what her life was, what she wanted it to be and what it had become and just sleep.
She had to battle herself, defeat her mind to give a little rest to her body and sometimes even if she would end up sleeping, she could not promise herself not waking up to a nightmare.
Her mind was obsessed with the choices she had made for herself and the choices she was still in making, trapping Kaya into the labyrinth of it over and over again,
forcing her to constantly race to evaluate the life she was building for herself.
She was filled with this weird kind of an anxiety every time she was alone in her room, lying on bed, wanting to know if she was right or wrong, or if she could some how peep into the consequences of everything she did or was going to do with herself and with others.
Kaya had never known any peace, she always had a certain kind of restlessness in her chest she went to sleep with but with Aryan she felt serene.
Aryan made her feel calm and calm enough that she would not think about herself and all the filthy things in her life to sleep but, rather she would think about him, about them together & everything beautiful that they could ever be.
Kaya hadn't had a sound sleep like the one she had yesterday night with Aryan. Kaya was sat in the little garden outside their suit feeling as fresh as a daisy with her hair still wet from the shower and her skin soaking in the warm sun rays reaching her through the high mountains around the hotel.
It was everything good last night, him holding her up to sleep by her stomach, with his legs entangled with hers, with his face nudged in to her neck, with his hot breath fanning her skin and with his lips tickling her everytime he told her sweet nothings.
It was strange but somehow Aryan never failed to provide her with a sense of security that she has for ever longed for even without her asking him to. He just made her feel home and protected and Kaya didn't know how to get enough of that feeling. It just made her want more of it and for always.
"Are you okay??" Kaya could not help but enquire as she noticed Lisha's face twitched in irritation, distracting her from her thoughts.
"Yes, fucking network." Lisha took a second to reply probably 'cause she could not believe that Kaya was actually talking to her and not giving her death glares.
Kaya did not actually hold any grudges against Lisha, it was only Aryan whom she expected to maintain a distance with her but she did not realize she often projected herself very coldly to her. Maybe it was the tension and possessiveness that Lisha could always see in Kaya's eyes every time she was with Aryan and not her.
