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To my wicked heart that burned as
I held your honeydew orbs with mine.
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Nitesh groans at the heaviness of his cart as he pushes it forward. He doesn't even remember putting more than half the snacks filled in there.
He passes through rows of random food items searching for something in particular.
Coming grocery shopping was not the first thing Nitesh desired to do in the morning but he ran out of his favorite cereals and without them he couldn't have breakfast.
He could have asked his house help to bring him some, True but his ego was way bigger than his laziness.
Yesterday, before his flight abroad his father had a bit of a row with him over handling the business.
Nitesh as a grown adult he had the full right to refuse his dad on this matter.
Numerous amounts of times he had tried explaining that he wasn't interested but his father wouldn't listen.
Just a few months ago, his father was the one who was proud of Nitesh earning his place in the Broadway dance academy through competition.
But now things had taken a turn because of one person's life problems;
His brother.
Nitesh sighed, his brother was supposed to deal with all this not him.
All his life his parents supported both of them and were especially pleased when his brother admitted to have an interest in business studies, hoping someday he could take over their father's company.
His Brother would lock himself up in his room for hours on the stretch to study when Nitesh was younger. He had developed a sort of ambition for work too.
His brother was the one who attended all formal events and sometimes even business meetings along with their father. This gave Nitesh a pleasant escape from all the boring and dreadful social gatherings as well.
He wished to have that sort of reassurance back.
His brother had issues he created himself, sometimes Nitesh pities him others he just feels angry.
And now because of all of this and a little bit of his attitude; he ended up in a grocery store first thing in the morning.
Great.
Of course he wasn't going to ask his dad's employees to do anything for him.
He sped his pace up through the aisles and grabbed his cereal box as soon as he spotted it. One could argue that his misery was his fault but he wasn't in the mood to care much.
His cart was filled with so many snacks particularly sweets but in his defense, he had Safiyyah to blame.
In her own words, "the more I eat the less sulky I feel"
she called it coping mechanism.
So yes, that's what Nitesh planned to do; eat his anger out.
Speaking of Safiyyah where was that girl anyways?
Nitesh turned to spot a packet of cookies those little Choco chips ones, Safiyyah was practically obsessed with them.
Might as well get them for her.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Alleys
Romance"Safiyyah, it's safiyyah my name" I tell him. He turns to look at me, his warm brown eyes meet my black ones. He nods as if to acknowledge, "Hamad". " I know" I smile. "You do?" his brows join. "It's been quite a while Hamad Abbas" I say. *******...
