I miss him. His face, his smile, his gibrish talk and everything.
Christ, weI missing him badly. I'm Missing my son badly. The past four months which I have spend with my son was the surely best time in my whole life. It was so blissful. I don't know how the past has months passed. Four months has passed in a blink of eye. I left out a sigh and walked into my room. This room is haunting me. I quickly made my way to my wardrobe and started searching for a file. The quick I get the file is as good for me. I couldn't stand here for long. It's suffocating me. I can hear his sound, I can see him figure here and there. But I knew there all are my hallucinations. No...no... I couldn't be this much weak. I have to pull myself I don't want to be weak on others eyes. damnit, what is this foreign feeling? Come on shivay Singh oberoi you can overcome this. Go to office and do loads of work . Yeah it too shall pass. Yeah,. I'll going to office and do work forgetting everything.
You are impossible Mr.shivay Singh oberoi what are you doing here? Haven't you decided to go to office and do work forgetting everything...then what are you doing here.i mutter to myself rubbing my temple. Should I knock?. I ask myself for the nth time and got the same two answers for the nth time. Brains tells me to don't knock. And it's seems correct. I have kicked her out of my house when she was pregnant. Now having which face I will say her that I came to see the baby which I had abandoned even before it has born.
Another side my heart is pushing me to open the door. Yeah she might shout at me, use swear words, talk in hands even worse throw hot water on me who knows , but I deserve it . Isn't it? So I have decided to listen to my heart and knock on the door.
After two three knocks I head foot steps reaching closer and louder so as my head. It almost stopped listening the door crack opening sound. Ye... Anika paused in between spotting me on her door step. She looked so weak and pale.Her eyes are swollen of continuous crying I suppose. I expected her to lash out on me, but to my surprise she didn't do anything like that. She moved aside to make a way for me to get in.
As I get inside the house my eyes scanned for my son.
He is sleeping, you take a seat.I go and bring him. She says and get inside a room without giving me a moment to speak and that is good. I actually don't know what to speak and how to...
Chichooo.My lips curved into a big smile listening my son's voice after 15 hours. God I'm missed this voice as hell. I swiftly turn and found my son crawling to me excitedly in lighting speed. I quickly get on my knees and open my arms wide readily to hug him tight.
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