The Black Coat *UNDER EDITING*

Chapter 75 Potrait

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A drowsy, drenched Punit pushed the door open as he slowly looked up towards the darkroom, with only one light flickering at the other end of the room.

He stopped just outside the door and gulped down, before hesitantly entering the room. His shoes and clothes were all muddy and bloody, with a few cuts, deep cuts embroidering his face. Anyone with those wounds would probably end up in a hospital, but then there he was inside this small old looking dirty room, with its only one section cleaned and kept top-notch.

Grunting and tearing up he placed his one foot in front of the other as he walked towards the cleaned section of the room, limping with his bruised body. He looked tired and weak, and his eyes were still pooled up.

He stopped right in front of a big portrait placed on the cleaned section of the room, supported on the wall. He just silently stared at the portrait for a few long moments, emotions filling up in his eyes. Starting at the picture silently he forces a crooked bitter smile upon his lips as a lone tear dripped down his eyes.

Brushing the tear with his fist, sniffling and grunting he sits down on the floor with his knees to his chest crossed and his elbows resting on his knees. He smiled and stared at the beautiful lady in the portrait dreamingly.

The word 'exquisite' not alone can give justice to her beauty. Her lips were soft as petals as her beautiful sable brown eyes were enough to ignite even the darkest heart by the purity it stored. Punit looked at her blinking his eyes.

Remembering the feel of her soft and crimson cheeks. And his smile deepened with sorrow filling his eyes. He just kept on staring at her portrait for a very long time without speaking any single word but then clearing his throat he whispered 'I am sorry Aaku...I think I slipped...'

And he gave her a pursed smile. With that, he just laid down next to the portrait with his head resting on his knuckles. He slowly closed his eyes and let the pain consume him for a little while. The pain slowly softened with time and he fell asleep, getting a glimpse of the future.

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'You are my best friend Aryan...' She murmured with a very small but pure smile on her lips as she wrapped her arms over his shoulder. She hugged him innocently ignoring everything around.

When the world around seems cruel, there has to be that one person, who can make you forget all your worries and for her, it was always Aryan. Have spent a big amount of her time around him while growing up she was sure about one thing how bad things go, her best friend is always going to stay by her side.

A few months back, things went downhill for them. The marriage opened a new aspect to their relationship, and also for themselves. Pankhuri discovered the brutal reality of life with Chintan, while Aryan he discovered his first-ever heartbreak and the aftermath of it. He did everything, even opening himself to the most vulnerable and bad side of life, drinking.

Yes, he had started drinking after her marriage. Because that was the only thing he saw his father do as a child when he was 5-6 years old he always saw his Father Udit Bajaj drowned in drinking. Working under Pankaj Dutta in his mill he spent a lot of time working and the rest was spent drinking. His drinking at one time increased so much that the people who were close to him feared of something may happen to him.