𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞

•Chapter~29°

In his head, it's a tangled mess of thoughts.

Author's POV

It was quiet and still. A couple of birds flew through the air in the distance. The leaves of trees were whispering untravelled tales with the cold evening breeze.

The sky was a pale blue, orange with fluffy pillows of cloud scattered on all over it, appearing like an impressionistic painting, painted with the brush of a fine artist. It seemed like the Sun felt flattered and homely in the arms of Sky and desire to hide itself in the arms of Sky.

The evening breeze floated through the open window over his desk waltzing the curtain from side to side, like the nature singing a lullaby. He simply had a squint of his "Audemars piguet" watch, cuffed around his wrist stably.

A cold feeling constricted his throat and he convulsed in a dry heave.

Leaning back in his office chair, he darted a passing glance at the Calendar that read twenty- three October.

He rose to his feet and took three calculative strides close to the gigantic Window Glass of his Cabinet.

His eyes fell upon on the Glass Window, providing a slight reflection of his and somewhere even now it's aching for his heart to look at his own reflection, as if he's nothing more than the reflection of his chaos, there is a tangled mess of thoughts in his head.

His inner voice echoed loud and clear into his veins, for a moment everything faded away until it comes back again, the bitter taste in his mouth, the familiar words of his grief.

But on a sudden, his eyes caught a sight of a family occupied with having fun and dissolved into a heartily laughter and the memories of his own family played in the back of his head and in some ways it sent a wave of thrill to his bitterly cold heart.

Without a notice his mind took a trip in the memory lane of that night. His hand stilled, his expression unreadable. A wisp of unease niggled at his stomach.

The moment he reminisced the touch of her skin that could even drown a bird's feather in shame.

His lips dried and then pressed together as he tried to get ahold of the chaos rushing through his mind and body, he released a heavy sigh, trying to articulate the emotions swirling inside of him.

The image of her ethereal smile was like a storm cloud looming on the horizon, casting a beautiful shadow over his thoughts, making him restless as he once again found himself replaying that brief moments in his mind.

The tips of his fingers circulated around his temples as he sensed the seeping pain heavily weighs upon his brain due to weld up of so many questions that lingered around his head, his brows arched upward and then drew closer in resentment.

The soft clicking of door opening, ceased the hurricane of thoughts that was bit by bit tearing down the fragile thread of patience that his soul held.

"May, I come in sir?" With her hands clenched around numerous files, his PA grilled in a polished tone.

With a simple nod, he granted her entry.

"Sir, I offer my apologies as due to some personalized inducement the Clients of trimuvarities have a wish for a meeting with you, after half an hour later".

She gave utterance to the crucial meeting that beyond the shadow of a doubt can be much profitable yet Money spinning for the Company.

He gave a brief nod with a distant, detached look in his eyes that could even froze the lava, rawness streched his bewitching features and he drew a figmental line across the documents, that a little time ago his PA handed over to him.