Irresistible

38. A love like hers

Haseena had slept after helping, No, actually making Karishma have a shower. The blood stains had dried by then and Karishma simply didn't have the strength in her to even scrub it away. Haseena had stood with her under the shower helping her. Haseena laid down and Karishma just came to her, desperate for her embrace, for Haseena's arms and her soothing words were what kept her sane. She let Haseena hold her and the thoughts disguised as demons were at bay not prying to blame her. Her mind had by now replayed the same horrifying scene of her killing Veerdas for infinite times. And she shivered every time it happened and Haseena was there to hold her together.

"I love you." Haseena whispered for the nth time that night and with that word reverberating within her, she had let sleep take over. But then she woke up and Haseena was sleeping. Her embrace felt incomplete and the demons were active again, as if they knew Haseena, her only saviour, was asleep.

Karishma was cocooned in Haseena's embrace. But she slithered away from her sleeping form. Drink. She needed a fucking drink. She got up making her way to the cabinet. There were glasses but no whiskey. She hated that deeply. She pushed the set of glasses from the shelf and they all crashed on the floor, breaking into dangerously sharp pieces making a loud noise.

Haseena quickly made her way to the kitchen. Karishma was standing there not bothered about the broken glasses. She was still intently searching for a drink.

"Karishma." Haseena called out but she didn't turn. She didn't even acknowledge her presence. Haseena walked nearer to Karishma. The glass pieces were everywhere and Haseena switched on the light not wanting to step on it.

"Karishma kuch chahiye aapko?" Again, no response.

Haseena walked to the place where the glass lay broken and started cleaning it slowly. Karishma was still searching for something when she was done cleaning.

"Aahhhh." Haseena hissed in pain when she felt a stray piece of glass prick into her palm making it bleed. It was as if someone had spotted a revive button on Karishma and clicked on it. She made her way to Haseena kneeling down. She tenderly took her hand in hers examining it with utmost focus, no shiver visible in her hand.

She looked at Haseena once and guilt crawled into her being for subjecting Haseena to the weight of HER trauma. She chose this. She chose this in spite of the consequences and Haseena was also paying the price.

"Jyadha chuba toh nahi na?" She asked and Haseena shook her head, spellbound. Karishma could be at her lowest, at her most pathetic state ever and she still cared and loved Haseena. Her love, though momentarily tested by grave memories, resurfaced when Haseena had the smallest inconvenience.

Karishma walked Haseena to the bedroom and removed the glass piece from her palm. Haseena watched her silently and let out a small sigh when Karishma put her mouth on her palm sucking at the blood all the while looking at Haseena without breaking eye contact.

It was as if someone had reignited the fire of the deep passion she felt for Haseena. She remembered the promise she made on call to Haseena and suddenly wanted to make up for it right then and there. She wanted to feel Haseena all over her again. Haseena looked at Karishma's eyes and how they were eyeing her and despite being fully clothed she felt naked under her gaze. It was as if Karishma was thinking of the things she'd wanted to do with her and the might of her thoughts was so much that Haseena could also imagine them.

"Karishma." Haseena whispered..

Karishma her forehead against Haseena's. Their breaths mingled and Haseena was on an euphoric high though it somehow felt wrong at that moment, she needed or rather ached to be touched by Karishma. If Karishma was fighting her demons then so was she. Watching Karishma go through all that was tiring and she yearned for her touch as if it healed her.