𝐌𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐳

Chapter 3

Eeshal's POV

I turned around again, I had been trying to sleep from the past 4 hours. I didn't understand why I couldn't sleep, maybe it was the excitement that kept me awake, it had been a long day for me, I had came home after a long time, it shouldn't be like this, I should have been fast asleep right now.
I checked the time it was past 3 and I hadn't gotten any ounce of sleep. My thoughts came to a halt when my phone tinged.

One of my friends was live on Instagram, I groaned in annoyance, this wasn't the notification I was waiting for.
Lol it's past 3 and this girl hasn't gotten anything better to do. Well who am I to judge?
Dude c'mon, give me what I want.

Realising I had nothing to do, I clicked on the notification which redirected me to her live. Ok a good start.

She was at a house party, it was not so crowded, she was vibing on the music, the decor was pretty and cozy, I reminded myself to keep this decor and theme in mind so that the next time we throw or organise a party it would be of some help, I scrunched my nose and was about to quit her live when my eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar clothing. Wait what?

I snickered, it was a normal shirt, anyone could have it, me and my delusions huh!.
She slightly turned her camera and I caught a sight of a guy, a girl was sitting on his lap, his arms were on her waist and her arms were locked around his neck. Their faces were inches apart. Young and fierce love. That's what we call it. I grinned, they looked cute.
My trance broke when thr guy suddenly looked at the camera.

No.

Wait what?

It was him.

Rafey Adnan

Damn.

No hell way it couldn't be him, I typed a quick personal text to my friend telling her to focus her camera on the steamy pair. I quickly dialed his number, putting the call on speaker, I switched tabs. I watched the live screen, the girl shifted a bit on his lap, I watched him taking his phone out of the pocket, he looked at the caller id and threw his phone aside, soley focusing on the girl sitting on his lap.

Realisation hit me, he had been avoiding me, we barely talked, there wasn't any good interaction between us from the past 2 months. He made up excuses, always denied to meet me, he barely even spoke to me.

As the distance between us stretched, I began to realise that the subtle shifts in his communication patterns-the delayed responses, the vague explanations for his whereabouts, and the sudden reluctance to make future plans. The once vibrant connection now felt strained, punctuated by moments of silence that spoke volumes. Despite my efforts to cling to hope, the nagging feeling grew until I could no longer ignore the truth.

With tears in my eyes, I confronted the harsh reality of our unraveling relationship, mourning the loss of trust and the shattered dreams of a future together.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins, my throat went dry, I strode towards washroom. I stood infront of the huge mirror, my eyes were focused on the wash basin, I had been staring continuously at it. The sound of rushing water echoed as I opened the tap, I splashed water on my face for a few minutes while making an eye contact with myself in the mirror but to my wonder I wasn't really focused on the eye contact as it appeared instead my mind was replaying the scene that I had earlier witnessed. I dryed my face with the towel placed on the towel ring. I walked inside my room, feeling my throat scratchy I searched for the water jug on the side table, I couldn't find it. My room wasn't still active as I had arrived today only.

I found myself infront of the door. I twisted the door knob and exited the corridor and climbed down the stairs. I entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. I took out the water bottle that was kept on the water dispenser. I gulped down some water from the bottle. I kept the water bottle on the counter. Still feeling my throat dry, I thought to drink some cold water. I took out another bottle, it was extremely chilly and refreshing, my tongue stung with sensations of the cold water.
My fingers were still shaking a bit from the earlier witnessed scene. My senses were quite dismantled. I was standing infront of the counter, I closed my eyes, I exhaled.