LEHREIN - A Chaotic Mess

Chapter - 3

C H A P T E R - 3 : Much To Soon

"There comes time,
When you'll not be sure,
Whether you want love
Or to be loved."

His hands worked mechanically as he trimmed the bread and applied butter on it before spreading the green chutney all over.

His head was buzzing with her thoughts and he couldn't stop thinking what might had happened.

His very ounce of excitement flew away as he remembered the look on her face when he found her standing near the gate hesitating to step inside. He had no idea about what it was, he was entirely oblivious.

He remembered how she was aggrieved when he had tried to embrace her exhausted self. She was never like that. She always used to be the one who would pounce upon him whenever she had a story to tell, least that's what used to seem to all.

She would throw her arms around him and would narrate him the outlines of the day including all the ethical and unpleasant fractions she came athwart.

She was a simple girl who loved to be the way she was.

His shoulders dropped as he shook his head. Recurring his attention to the bread slices- he placed slices of cucumbers, tomatoes and onions along with a slice of boiled potato and sprinkled salt and other spices over the veggies. He grated cheese and grill the sandwiches.

It was ready.

Instead of being euphoric, agitation grazed his stomach. He served the sandwiches and strawberry milkshake on a plate and motioned toward her room.

All in these years he had one superior experience when it came to the kitchen works but then he doubted his own skills. He felt his self confidence loosing by every fragments passing by.

It wasn't going to be that way.

He knew he could do it. He wanted her to speak her heart out, he wanted her to converse every bit of herself. He knew something had broken her so deeply that she was closing the doors inside, her walls were condensing again.

Still somewhere he was contented that at least she had made it up to his place. For him, for the world her courage was precisely laudable.

He opined that she was smart but somewhere he knew how fragile she was, he knew she was brave but was also aware how fearful she was and at the hour she was broken.. and he wanted to mend her broken soul.

He needed to make it work out.

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It was still pitch dark outside yet the dark contours of the tree species waved slightly at a distant.

The white curtains blew with the flow of the dominating wind waves which skimmed through the cumbersome fenestra entering in her room.

An hour before it was all fine, the weather that seemed to be okay was lately turning muggy. The winds blew wild and the hustle of branches proved that; as if the dryness of night flew away with the flow of her tears. The damp stifling in the environment was prognosticating susceptible dots of time ahead.

Her fingers traced the comfy bedsheets while her eyes dwelled the moist starring at nothing in particular. Her lips trembled as she mewl abruptly turning sick.

An uneasiness filled her chest with a certain heaviness and the next moment her knees gave up. She crashed on the tapestry- floor covering. Embracing her own knees closer to her chest, she rested her head and wept in the cascade of pools of tears.