Blossom and Burn

Chapter 33: Home

Irisha:

I never imagined that a simple kiss could create such a chaos.

The memory of his lips against mine lingered, warm and gentle, even as the reality of his reaction to it set in.
For a moment, it had felt like the world had slowed down just for us.

It wasn't just a kiss, for me that kiss brought a promise and hope. A hope that things would get better. I clung to that promise like a lifeline, letting it fill the empty spaces inside me that had been carved out by his idea of us not working out ever.

But happiness is a fickle friend, always slipping through your fingers just when you think you've got a hold of it. The very next day, he left. He didn't even consider talking about it. He has even been avoiding talking to me on the phone like I am a plague.

I just don't know what to consider it. He kissed me and he doesn't even have the guts to acknowledge it. A month and he hadn't even bothered to check in on me.

One moment he makes me feel like he will even bring the world to my feet if I ask for and another it feels like I am just a nuisance to him.

And just like that I am left behind grappling with the echoes of his presence and the stark reality of his absence.

My family? It's the best someone could ask for. They all love me so damn much and I love them just as much. There hadn't been a single day when they left me to feel alone.

But just as much the house felt like a sanctuary, our room felt emptier, colder, despite the warm sunlight that streamed through the windows.

I told myself that I could handle it, that I was strong enough to handle his rejection because I clearly remember each and every word he said to me.

I am not keeping expectations from him if that's what he wants but this? This is something he did on his own accord. How can he be so childish as much to run away from me as if my presence alone was strangling him.

My nights were as hard as pretty my days were. Lying in our bed alone, I would reach out to his side, finding only cool, untouched sheets. We didn't even sleep on the same bed more than a single day and yet I remember the steady rhythm of his breathing that had made me feel that he was here with me.

One month. Thirty days. It felt like an eternity, but I still have a hope and consider me a fool in love but I believe in being an optimist. Well, obviously to a limit and that line hasn't yet been crossed.

I promised him and myself that I will make this work and I am not going to back out. For myself, for him, and for us because as much of a arrogant and uncaring he poses to be. He isn't.

'Enough about him Isha, you have things to do.' My conscience reminded me as I took the nuptial chain and tried it around my neck.

My morning had started like any other. Badi mumma woke me up and then we went for some girls time which basically is us doung Yoga with Sia bhabhi because it's good for her and the baby's health.

Sometimes even Ansh bhaiya and Bade papa join us, more like we force them to. We have been on and off on what should Sia di eat. Badi mumma made her some laddoo which according to her every pregnant lady eats. Ansh bhaiya himself feeds her nuts and berries and all and I am in the charge of Sia bhabhi's cravings cause I can literally make most of them and I keep in mind that it's healthy too.

I and badi mumma mostly ask staff to rest because it's simply very much fun to cook together. Today we bad pancakes for breakfast. We followed Sia bhabhi's special recipe and God they were so delicious.

I had to go to the bakery but we do have our evening planned out once I return. Badi mumma was going to watch a movie with Sia bhabhi today and then she will leave for the orphanage and Sia bhabhi for the hospital.