His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

The Snuffed Out Tears.

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"How could the stars fall when I
could still feel it all happening
inside my eyes?

_Aksh.

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The ever strong hands trembled, the confident fingers shivered, and the soft heart cracked. The eyes begged to break the trails of tears, but his pupils stayed glued without a blink on his hands. He clenched his fingers around the pen, the same pen which witnessed many of his successes, the very pen witnessed his biggest defeat as he pressed the nib on the paper, the attorney of his heart in pieces. His eyes crinkled into shut slits as his fingers moved in a painful symphony with the tears breaking free of the trails, unable to watch as he signed away the divorce papers.

Even though his eyes were closed, his heart felt each of the shivering cursives of the pen, signing his fate to the reins of pain. He closed the file with a loud snap, never daring to look at those papers again with his signatures. His red  rimmed eyes looked at the side, brimmed with tears, trying with all his might to pretend that his heart was fine and not clustering into minuscule broken pieces

"Sir, are you sure about this?" Seth couldn't help but ask. He had been the legal advisor of Singhania's for years, and all he ever saw was confident Aksh Singhania. The tears today made him hesitant. "Yes. Have these delivered to Mehak." Seth nodded before leaving.

For few minutes, Aksh stayed where he was, still as ever, before he stood up on his shaky legs. His eyes looked around the room and the lavish room seemed to close upon him, suffocating him. He stared at his hands, they were still shivering as he placed them over his eyes, making the shivers in his fingers and eyes synchronize. He pressed his fingers harder on his eyes when he felt a sob voicing out of his throat.

Akshuu....

He could still hear her, he could still feel her voice, that endearment ringing in his ears, her smiles, the confessions, he could feel it all. His closed eyes could play it all like it was happening truly and not just a memory etched in his brain. It was all there, like nothing ever happened, so safe in the treasures of his heart. How could it break when he could feel her calling him Akshu beneath his shut eyelids? How could the pain seep so deep in its confines when he could hear the clinking laughter? How could their love break when he could feel those eyes speaking all the confessions?

But his opened eyes could see it all vanishing, disappearing like it wasn't ever there.

His legs unmindfully worked, taking him out on the streets, wandering without a care in the world. The busy glowing streets, the ever loud chattering and banters of people, the rush was there, yet he could feel silence, a deafening silence. He felt lonely, broken and lost. And even when the world was busy chasing something or other, he was standing there like a ending in slow motion.

He sat on a bench, gazing at the hustle and bustle around him. For a moment his mind was a blank canvas, looking aimlessly at anything and everything but then his eyes moved towards the stars, the late evening made the stars look even more beautiful. Contrary to the beauty, all he had to offer was crushing pain. The stars he loved so much, believed in so much, made promises to, seemed so pointless. The world seemed so pointless. But he was still there, staring into those pointless stars, as if silently questioning all the pains his lips refused to speak.