A Love Like This

Chapter 6

Simran's pov :

He left. He left the club. I don't know when I started following the way he went to. I went towards the direction he went to.

I saw him drinking wine like water,sitting at the stairs, looking towards the moon , his eyes closed. I went near him. He looked at me and smile. He was intoxicated.

"You know what hurts ? It hurts knowing that she is still somewhere waiting for me and here I am not capable to find her, to meet her , to comfort her. " , he said.

I looked at him only to find him looking at me with his green eyes mirroring the pain he is going through.

"Why ? Why her ? Why us ?" ,he mummered and started gulping down the remaining wine. It hurts me to see him like this. I know the pain he is going through yet I can't comfort him.

"Mr. Singhania, it's late . Come I will drop you off to your home. " , I said looking away.

"Home? " , he chuckled and continued, " Do you know what home is ? It's her. She is my home. Can you take me to her? I am not able to find her. Can you bring me to my lily? I really need her. It feels suffocating. Her absence has gone through me like a thread goes through needle. Everything I do is stitched with it's colour." ,he said

It was breaking to see him like this. The only thing I can do is hear him out.

"Mr. Singhania, let's get you back to your penthouse. You are drunk and you probably need rest." , I said trying to get him up.

"No, no please , the silence haunts me please, it's really getting hard to leave without you , please don't go away from me " ,he started drunk blabbering like a child.

"Please Sameer, I am not going anywhere but you need to rest ,right? Please come." , I said in a calm voice trying to drag this 6ft and God knows how many inches tall man to the car.

I dragged him to the car and made him sit inside on the back seat before closing the door.

I made my way towards the driving seat. Sitting inside , I put up the location and started driving. I could hear him murmuring something but I focused on driving.

In no time , I was standing here outside his penthouse supporting him.

I put up the password. And took him inside.

I directly made my way to the bedroom making him lay on the bed. Oh god, he is heavy and my back hurts now. I made him lay properly and removed his shoes before covering him with the duvet. I sat beside him. He was asleep. He looked so calm but only I knew what he was going through.

The inner turmoil was breaking him. I couldn't see him like this. I can't. I thought everything would be fine . I thought he might have forgotten me after all these years. I was so involved in my pain that I couldn't see his. I am the reason of his state. I should have tell him the truth but he will never accept it. He will hate it when he gets to know the kind of work his Lily do.

He will hate me when he knows that I am the 'devil' he is looking for. I can never let him know that I am his Lily. Even if I have to die hundred deaths to hide this truth then I gladly will.

The Aarohi Sharma, he used to love dies 12 years ago. Now the one standing before him is the devil in disguise. I am no more that little fragile being who used cry over every thing. I am the hell. The hell where every soul near me would perish.

I stood up pecking his forehead and taking a last look I left from there.
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Here I am standing debating whether to go inside this door or not.