LEHREIN - A Chaotic Mess

Chapter - 5

C H A P T E R - F I V E : Moon and Miseries

"Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn't make you stronger. It only hurts."

Nothing was in abstract anymore. As the dark was slowly draining away, the ends brought a promise of a beautiful dawn. With a faint paleness in skies, the dark purple hue crept along the edges of horizon that brought another story for the nocturnal souls.

"You see, you see I exist. I exist in thousand agonies." She suppressed with a mewed voice followed by a sneeze.

"Not only in agonies but you do exist in all the radiant skies." He assured.

His eyes were assuring, as if they promised to mend her broken soul and as if his heart assured to fix her shattered heart. Leaving her half confused he straightened himself and walked towards the switch.

"I think the lilies need some light embedded in the room." He beckoned to the orange lilies inside the vase on the window slab.

Orange lilies.

He did remember her favourite flowers; didn't he?

She hasn't seen them earlier in the room.

May be he placed them for her while she was in for a shower.

Yeah may be.

She starred at the vase imprinted with a small quote, "A lily does not blossom without rain."

A small smile curved on her lips while her eyes turned moist. She had never seen someone that much considerate about her. The lily in vibrant orange always bought nostalgia for her, sometimes she reminisced her childhood memories at her native place in Manglore, the other days it bought enthusiasm in her life. However it reflected a different vibe that day.

She wondered if circumstances could have been different she would have definitely leapt on him, embracing him in a warm hug; not only for the sweet gesture but for his altruistic nature too. If and only if the state of affairs could have been unalike.

"Soon the dawn will stroke enough of sunshine on them, let the lights remain off." She sneezed, again.

With a subtle nod he restrained his hand and walked back near to the bed and moved towards the headrest. She glanced over her shoulder as he sat on it's corner portion behind her.

"Erm.. your hairs remaining this wet, you might catch cold." He instructed and lifted his hand tracing her loosely tied side braid.

Sliding down the bow from it's end, he untangled the long traces one by one. His slender fingers gently stroked her hairs spreading tranquillity all over her nerves.

She wondered how much efforts god might have taken while creating this man for her. How much time the divine spirits might have invested while carving his heart with pure love and benevolence.

Talk about the people out in the malicious society and here Manik Malhotra was designed in such a manner as if some knight straight out of a novel full of fiction.

Who would believe such man exist?

Who couldn't be fortunate enough to have him in their life?