My Mr. Artist

Chapter 29

Kiyah

On the long road, moonlight accompanying a lone car, wind gushing throughout the ride and long silence. It was peaceful, contrasting to the earlier chaos which can give you clarity and a reality check. I also calmed down and felt ridiculous about my earlier behavior. I felt like walking in circle, always coming to the same spot, but i couldn't see him with anyone who is not me. I was unable to bear his indifference towards me. I could never accept that he finally moved on. I realized it after all this twists and turns that i am selfish and i couldn't let go. But i had not been corrupted to that degree to snatch him from his wife. I would leave this job, yes i would resign as soon as possible, because nothing can be more important than yourself. Just this one decision gave me a relief. I made myself more comfortable, enjoying the cold yet gentle breeze through the open window.

" Are you okay?" Arnav finally spoke half-way through the ride. I smiled a little, he definitely had some patience despite his restlessness to show some concern and knew how to give people some space.

" Fine, ... and thank you, It means a lot to me" I was genuinely surprised that he noticed my anxiety and helped me disregarding our previous clash at my house.

The car, the road and us were silent again but i could tell that he wanted to speak something or maybe wanted to warn me again to not make trouble to his friend or his family. Maybe now also his help must be because he was worried that i would say something inappropriate and it would harm his friend. But whatever his reason was i was really thankful to him.

" I will handover my work to someone else and resign in a few days , so maybe this will be the last time we met ........ so you don't have to worry about me coming in between them" I felt it was more correct as i said it out loud. He instantly turned his head towards me and then back. He looked more shock than i presumed he would be.

" Why?" He uttered.

' Why! why should i waste my life like an old age widow aunt, being lonely and hoping but also not hoping to see him. It's not like i have financial problems and have to force myself to work under my Ex. No, I also have my warm home and sweet family, maybe not as big or rich as his but they love and care about me beyond limits. So why should i outdo myself it, have mental battles, empty heart, just to achieve nothing'

" I should have done this way earlier, sometimes destiny will bring you infront of each other, not to reunite but to show that you need to face it, get a closer and say your last farewell. I understood it well now and i also accept it with a clear conscience that i love him and can never undo it but i have to learn a way to let it go. So my first step is to stop hoping and for that i have to leave him. This city and everything just remind me of him" This confession and realization soothed the tense nerves inside me. I could even let out a small smile.

Suddenly the car stopped and break screeched, i jumped forward a little because of his abrupt pause. I frowned my eyebrows and looked up to see his angry face coming close to mine. His demeanor shifted completely from being worried and hesitant to aggressive. 

He gritted his teeth and spat out, " Then what should he do, huh Kiyah! you will leave then have you ever thought what will happen to him! Do you want him dead then say it directly why torture him like this. OH! you must want revenge right, good! good for you!"

" What's your problem man! He broke me, he left me, he got married first to someone else, he is the one who is hurting me and you say i want him dead, Wah!" I faced him head-ons, my temper flaring, i would not just sit and listen to his baseless accusation.

Arnav calmed down, tilted his head back to rest against the seat, i thought i won but,

" Ansh has filed for divorce, it has been a week. They had signed a prenup, so it can easy the process and if everything goes well they can be separated within five to six months.....