PAINFUL YET BEAUTIFUL

Chapter 8

Both of them lay together on the bed with an inch distance between them, their faces on the opposite side. Both of them were trying to sleep, struggling to close their eyes but sleep was adamant not to bless them anyway.

It was surprising, they both were so tired yet could not sleep. The human body works in a very different way, things don't happen as they should.

Both of them turned towards each other and said together

"Mujhe need nahi aa Rahi hain"

And then laughed together at the coincidence.

"Yaar Pratham need Kyun nahi aa rahi hain?"

Kiara complained whining.

"Neend se puch ke batata hu" He acted nonchalantly.

She just narrowed her eyes at him. With an, I am done expression on her face. Who would endure a bad sense of humor?

"Yaar choro terrace par Chalte hain"

He held her hand and dragged her to the terrace. Knowing she would refuse because she is too lazy to move. This girl was crazy.

While Kiara wanted to hit his head for dragging her but she could not shout at 3 am.

"Badtameez ko baad mein batati hu"

Looking at their hands she thought how just a few hours ago their relationship had changed, they had been tied in an eternal relationship, and even though for Mushk it was her dream, however, it still felt so unreal and fictitious.

It is funny how life functions, unite someone with someone who was never supposed to be there, to begin with. We all are stupid when we think we have actual control of our lives. When in reality we are just mere characters of a story written by God, characters that are bound to act the way destiny wants it to act.

But she was grateful even though their relationship had changed but apart from the initial awkwardness they were still the same. Nobody could say they were spouses because they still behaved like best friends but still, a part of her wanted a normal happy marriage. The one that consisted of shy smiles, accidental touches, newfound intimacy, and a sprout of love growing in their hearts.

No matter how much uniqueness we want but some part of us will always crave normalcy. Something not extraordinary but something just normal and simple. Without any complications, any hidden motives, and any turmoil.

She shook her head out of these thoughts she was now being ungrateful.. She then looks at her surrounding to spot that they had reached the terrace.

The favorite part of Pratham's house was the terrace. It was spacious and so well constructed. The night filled with the stars and the moon shone above them. For his sister, they had placed a swing in the corner of the terrace, something which Kiara loved. They would mostly spend their time on the terrace when Kiara would visit. She would sit on the swing and Pratham would play his guitar, singing their favorite songs.

Both of them would always argue on who should sit on the swing and it would always be Kiara...Because according to Pratham no one can win from women. Kiara would always laugh at his statement and sulking face. It was a treat to watch.

As usual, Kiara took the swing while Pratham sat on the bean bag defeated.

He had taken out his guitar, pulling the strings and playing a tune. The November winds calming their hearts and mind. The night's darkness soothing their souls. They could see the shining of the long buildings, the colors, and the brightness lighting up the horizon.