ishita woke up in confusion, looking around to assess where she is, and while the room she was in remained completely unrecognizable to her, she was stuck in failed attempts of recounting how she got here with an extremely foggy memory. suddenly, the door to her left side opened, revealed to be the bathroom, as dushyant arrived out of there, a little taken aback upon finding her awake.
"oh, toh uth hi gayi tum..." stated dushyant, kind of guilty, as he tried his best not to make any noise that could potentially wake her up, making him close the door slowly despite of the fact she was no longer asleep.
"yeh tumhara kamra hai?" questioned ishita, pulling her knees closer to her chest, and burying her head onto them, holding onto her hair, feeling like her brain was about to burst.
"uhh...hamara hai...it's under mr&mrs dushyant luthra...you see, uhhm, we are supposed to be married..." informed dushyant, as ishita looked up at him with complete disbelief, chuckling in mocking laugh, getting up from the bed.
"oh really, i thought we were going with mr&mrs luthra no1 for your parents and mr&mrs luthra no2 for us...and purvi and kavin could be mr&mrs luthra no3....then we would be just the happy luthras for everyone..." mocked ishita with utter dismay, as she grabbed a bottle of whiskey and drank up straight from it.
"funny..." commented dushyant, walking up to her, taking the bottle back from her, outraging her.
"what!" exclaimed ishita loudly, clearly heavily drunk.
"you passed out at the bar! you are already very drunk...drinking more is not the solution!" exclaimed dushyant back, as he pulled the bottle away from her, and grabbed her by the arm so as to prevent her from moving forward to get it.
"you care more as a fake husband...our fake marriage is already going better..." taunted ishita, freeing her hand from his grip to walk away, as the words clearly got to him.
He kept the bottle aside, taking small prancing steps to the bed, to sit beside her.
"kambaal ki baat haina, humein aaj bhi saath chod diya jaye toh hum uss hi tarah ladd padte hai..." pointed out dushyant the very sad state of affairs, as ishita couldn't help but agree.
"aaj bhi kuch nahi badla..." added ishita, as he could only nod along.
"do you think, agar hum saath rehte toh, aise hi hote?" questioned ishita, looking him straight in the eye.
"i hope not..." stated dushyant in response, the best one he could muster at the time.
The long and lingering silence was getting claustrophobic.
"i think humein sojana chahiye...." stated ishita, as dushyant too nodded, getting up from the bed to walk to the couch in the other corner, only for ishita to stop him.
"dushyant.." she called, making him turn back.
"yahi so jao, please..." she requested, her moist eyes and the lethargy in her voice was enough to signal the moment of weakness that made her demand this in the situation, making him comply.
He lied down on his back, occupying the left corner to the very close edge of the bed, in order to not even mistakenly get close to her, as she turned to her right to lie down, such that her back ended up facing him. She still somehow ended up feeling like he was very close to her, just right there, which felt comforting. He turned to his right, carefully looking at the messed up locks of her hair that got all tangled at the back, oddly making him comfortable enough with just feeling her presence to close his eyes to a peaceful sleep.
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Dushyant had fallen asleep on the couch, when ishita walked out from the bedroom, she had found herself unable to get any sleep. She tip toed to him quietly, revealing the tiny yet cozy living room, with a tiny old couch, clearly bought as a second hand good, with a coffee table that seemed too old to be have just owned by him, and by the door hung a calendar, with the year 1975 written in a big bold red font. Her glance fell on today's date, reminding her how impulsively she ran out on her wedding, pondering over whether it was the right choice after all.
Dushyant who was now lying on his back, stretched his arm up a little, completely dozed off in a deep sleep, as ishita smiled a little looking at him. His mouth would always open up a little to let out tiny, inaudible mutterings in his sleep, with his eyes slightly open still, if only one looked carefully to find. He let out a deep breath, before his eyes opened slightly, and found her in sight, not that he minded that at all.
He woke up immediately and sat up to look at her straight.
"kya hua, tum uth kyun gayi?" he asked, concerned, rubbing his eyes clean to open them up to a clearer vision.
"kuch nahi...neend hi nahi aa rahi thi...bas..." stated ishita, as he moved aside.
"aao baitho na..." offered dushyant, as ishita did.
"sorry, tumhe disturb kardiya..." apologised ishita for the inconvenience, as he only shook his head.
"arre, koi baat nahi...roz akele hota hoon, kaam se aake sojata hoon...koi hota hi nahi na...kisi ke liye jaagna itna bura nahi hai.." expressed dushyant how lonely his life had gotten, reclining his head on the back of the couch, tilting it to face hers.
"agar kahoon kuch aur raatein aise jaagna pade toh?" questioned ishita, as a smile crept up on his face.
"hamesha ke liye bhi neend bhul sakta hoon tumhare liye..." stated dushyant, making her turn her head back in a light chuckle, while his smile remained, looking at her.
"tumhe hamesha kaise pata hota hai, kya jawaab dena hai?" asked ishita, as he didn't answer, but had an unmovable gaze fixed on her instead, making her move her glance away only when he placed a strand of her hair behind her ear, but leaving his hand on her cheek still.
"jaise tumhe pata hai, hamesha itna sundar kaise lagna hai ki main kahi aur dekh hi na paon..." he stated, answering the question raised by her before, making her smile and blush at the same time.
His hand moved down to slip into hers, as he stroked the back of her palm with his thumb. Meanwhile, she just placed her head on his shoulder, and he rested his chin on her head, still holding onto her hand.
"itne saal baad bhi, sab pehle jaisa hi lag raha hai..." stated ishita.
"waqt kitna bhi kuch badalde, jazbaat thodi badal paata hai...." responded dushyant.
"tumhare saath waqt ruk hi saa jaata tha..." commented ishita, as she tightly held onto his shirt, closing her eyes, feeling him, as so was he, and before they knew it, they both fell asleep.
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FanfictionIshita's younger sister purvi is getting married to her ex-husband dushyant's brother kavin, but the situation is made more strange for her when she starts to have dreams at night of falling in love with her husband again, but in different time peri...
