Realm of Love [Short Love Stories]

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There are no choices in love.

17/07/2024
Wednesday

"We are lost."

"We are not."

"We are lost."

"I said we are not."

"We are lost." I grunted, closing my eyes in frustration.

"No we aren't-"

"Fine then Moosa!" I roared. "Find out where we are. I just have an hour. My mother will be home anytime soon."

"I am a royal heir, Tee. How am I supposed to know the address accurately?"

"Do you think that gives a justification to my mother, Moo? You are a royal heir in the city of Delhi. You should know every street to road, Moo. "

"I am trying, Tee."

We have been good friends now. As Moosa is the only one who saw my vulnerable state. It's pretty convincing he might be friends with me out of sympathy but he is not. We keep fighting and we still tease each other. I met Dr. Zubab a few times. She seems like a sister to me now. I haven't met any of his family members except Dr. Zubab and his brother Asfandyaar Bhai. Moosa took me to Dr. Zubab's place to spend the Sunday evening as it was her holiday and my mother wasn't in the station either but I saw her schedule online and she was landing in an hour at Delhi International Airport. Even Dr. Zubab had doctors calling her every now and then to ask about stuff related to their patients.

I was shaking again. I was getting cold. My mind was out of my head. I was growing crazy. With the help of asking people, we reach the street. I am shivering. "She wouldn't be home yet. Don't worry."

No words can help me calm down. It's always been my mother who gave me this pain. Moosa parks his car in the beginning of the street and we come out of it. We could see a red car entering the driveway. It was my mother's. Moosa and I ran towards the back yard and he helped me go in. I jumped by climbing the wall.

"Go quick!" I heard him. The wall between us. I removed my abaya as I went inside by the back door. Thankfully, I had the keys. The backdoor had been connected to the kitchen. I keep the Abaya near the laundry room and run towards the stairs to go up to my room. I heard some noise from the living room that confirmed Mom is home. I walked slowly towards my room and opened the door. I sighed after closing it.
My heart felt relief but not more when I saw who sat in front of me.

Mom.

The pain on my wrist shot up as I remembered my last slit. I stare at her. I couldn't even breathe. I was holding it for more than just a few seconds.