some smut, some drama, some hints. another chapter to this part before i do some instagram for aryan and kaya. also her captions, the images, her posses everything has some meaning or the other. please comment what you think, it helps
29. Evils
Tu hi meri hai sari zameen Chahe kahin se chalun Tujh pe hi aa ke rukun Tere siva maun jaun kahan Koi bhi raah chunu Tujh pe hi aa ke rukun
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Kaya looked up from her book as the door creaked open. It was him, after a terribly long sleepless night and a tiring day.
Kaya waited for a second for him to smile at her or exchange some greetings but he didn't and Kaya wasn't surprised.
Aryan was visibly in pain and she could gauge every ounce of it. The dullness on his face, the yearning in his eyes, the wrinkles on his forehead, the dryness of his lips, everything made her heart shake achingly.
She breathed intensely as she felt her own chest grow heavy at the sight of him.
It was not love she reminded her own self as her mind wandered to all those nights when Aryan would lose to himself and let the sadness of his heart travel across to his eyes, to all those nights he would not sleep but just silently wrap his arm around her tight pondering into the darkness of the room, to all those nights when he would lean onto the balcony and stare into the nothingness of the far off city, smoking cigarettes, trying to burn the everlasting emptiness in his life.
Kaya ran her mind through all of it and found a miserable hollowness within. She could not say but the sadness that Aryan held in his eyes amidst every other emotions hurt her. She could not admit but the fact that Aryan had a lasting pain burried in his chest that made him so vulnerable around her despite how best he tried to hide it made her utterly restless.
But it was not the same today. It was so much more hurtful, like the first time she felt soft for him, like the first stab of a knife in to her heart, like the first pain of love. It was probably because she knew it was only going to get worse from here for him, maybe even worst because she was determined to make it.
Aryan dropped the keys of his car onto the couch, walking towards the bathroom.
"You could stop giving it a thought ah?" Kaya collected herself and took a hold of his hand, getting up from the bed. She knew it was a completely frivolous demand but she wished if it could work, if she could ease some of his feelings.
