вєαυту αи∂ тнє вєαѕт (On Hold)

Segment 12

He looked at her departure helplessly. His heart just want to pull her closer to him and never let her go. Om the other side his mind was saying to distance himself from her. He was in a dilemma,a very big one.

Sitting on the chair he placed his hand on his temple. He took a glass of water but didn't gulp it down. He was lost in his thoughts, anger was pouring in his eyes.
He tightened his grip on the glass and it broke and his hand started bleeding. He didn't cared about it. He was angry with himself for hurting her this much.

He still remember his father used to say a line to him whenever he made a mistake.

'Subha ka bhula agar sham ko ghar laut aaye toh usse bhula nhi kehte'

He still remember how he always get all his answers from his baba. But now He was not here with him, no one was here to told him what to do next. He was feeling suffocated with all this.

His father alway told him in past that, 'if anything is going wrong then it's our duty to make it right. If anything is imposible then it's an opportunity for us to make it possible. If anyone is in pain or in a problem then it's our responsibility to make them feel protected and safe.

Blood was dripping in the floor from his hand. He was looking through the window with a blank expression. His heart was wrenching by her words, that's why everyone say that 'truth is always bitter'.

"I failed as a human", he sighed.

Sometimes we're right in our places but actually we're wrong. He was helpless, he was tied with a invisible rope, a kind of pain which is imposible to describe in words.

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Standing near the garden she was rethinking her words. She ain't wrong this time but she also had made a mistake. She was feeling guilty for saying him those word.

She close her eyes cluthing her dupatta tightly. His hurted expressions are reflecting infront of her eyes.

"No matter who the person is and what he had done to me i'm no one to tell him all the things", she uttered.

This is the issue of pure hearts. Even if people go wrong, they still care about them. She was feeling guilty for spilling truths, for hurting him by saying the truth.

She started taking her steps towards their room. Still her mind was struggling to find her path. As she reached their room door, she looked at him, She was facing his back. Her eyes stucked on the floor, a red liquid was dripping from his hand. He noticed the broken glass on the floor. A fear engulfed in her heart.

"Murtasim", she gasped.

She ran towards him. Her heart was thudding in her chest. Eyes are filling with tears, She Looked at his face. She cupped his face in her palms.

"Murtasim ye...yeh kya kiya?", she cried Looking at his hand .

His eyes meets with her. He noticed her teary eyes. He looked at his hand.

"Woh kuch bhi nhi hua, galti se chot lag gayi bas", He exclaimed.

"Main tumhein bewakoof nazar aa rahi hun. Kitna khoon beh raha hai Dikh nhi raha tumhein", she said. Tears are streaming from her eyes like she too can feel the pain. He was looking at her thoughtfully.

"Bakhtu bhai aap please Doctor ko bulaiye", she said loudly.

He was still sitting in the chair while looking at her silently. She held his hand carefully and pulled him towards the couch.

"Baitho yahan chup chap", she said making him sit on the couch. She reached the drawer near dressing table and took out the First aid kit.

She sat beside him on the couch and started cleaning his wound with Antiseptic Spray.