𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 18+

Chapter-38: Calm Amid Chaos

Meera

The past three days have been eerie quiet. There has been no move from Arjun's side but, that seems to scare me more. There's this weird unsettling feeling brewing within my chest that doesn't seem to go away no matter how hard I try to distract myself.

Besides me, Yash is fast asleep. Thankfully, one of us is sane. In these times, he has been my anchor. He is where I seek calm in the endless chaos that encapsulates our lives. There's one thing I've realised since the start of this fiasco, no matter what comes our way, there's no me or him. It's always us. His positive outlook toward any situation in life keeps me going when the night gets darker with each passing second. pulling my thoughts together, I walk to the balcony for some fresh air.

Mumbai, this city has its magic, like no other. always on its toes, bustling yet, offering a moment of peace to the one who needs it. The old infrastructure that still stands strong amid the raging essence of modernity is proof of the resilience that the city has to offer. it stands strong despite the numerous apocalyptic encounters that it has had to face. The winds fleeting across the silence offer a sense of serenity amid the chaos that has been unleashed over us.

Still, I can hear my heart thudding beneath my chest. I don't feel good for some unknown reason. back on my feet, I stepped back into the bedroom. a small smile tugs at the corner of my lips witnessing the scene before me. my husband surely turns into a baby while he sleeps, having no care of the world. He's laying on his chest hugging a pillow tightly with lips curled up into tiny pout. his hair has fallen over his forehead and his leg is curled around the pillow. I make my way towards the bed and wrap my arms around his torso replacing the pillow with myself. sleep consumes me sooner than expected. The side of the bed beside me was, well organized. A note was kept there too.

Oh, Yash had to leave early for the office and he even made breakfast. Well, that was sweet of him to do that. I have to visit the NGO today so, we won't be able to meet except for in the evening. Forcing my lazy ass up the bed, I walked into the bathroom to get ready for my day. I felt good today, the uneasy feeling was still there but it didn't keep nagging me like last night. A simple powder blue Chikankari Kurti with wide-leg pants in white color, hair parted down the middle and I was done.

I walked out of the room to find a plate covered with a lid waiting for me in the microwave. Even the breakfast that he'd made was up to my liking. A Ceasar Salad Sub and an iced latte. God, what did I ever do to deserve such special treatment? If I ever have a daughter, I want her to believe and know that she's gonna have the best father in the world because her mother has the best husband. Considering the distant relationship that Yash has had with Baba Sa, he'd want to be a friend to his own child, I feel. I know for a fact that he'll never be one of those parents who will restrict their child from something unless it's dangerous for them. Completing my breakfast, I checked on Shefali and Khushi. They're doing good too, Khushi has recovered and both of them departed for Jaipur a couple of days back.

Picking up all the needed stuff, I moved towards the basement parking and drove towards the NGO. It was a twenty-minute drive from my place. Parking the car at the reserved spot, I advanced further in. After a brief meeting with the authorities that handle things here, I went straight into my office. Upon opening the first drawer, a picture caught my eye. It was a picture of an eighteen-year-old me and Shreya having our mouths stuffed with Kachori. Those were the days when despite having responsibilities, I felt free. And now, no matter how hard I try, I can never bring back that version of me.

The one who used to be carefree and not always worried about my or my family's safety. A few more pictures were there, and those memories are still fresh in my mind when Chhoti had visited me in Mumbai and we roamed around at night driving and jamming on endless pop songs. Nostalgia hits harder than thunderbolt, truly.