[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
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And, finally it is the 15th of January. The middle of the first month of January. And, I am still standing clueless. Like, though the art of living is not known to me, all my nights are spent in mourning over circumstances that I am unable to control and, worst, unable to understand.
How am I supposed to solve the growing mystery of my life about which I know nothing?
How am I supposed to keep calm knowing that the woman I was supposedly supposed to hate, despise, resent, and suddenly all the beating moron of my heart had to offer was a brimming emotion. An emotion stronger than what I was supposed to feel for a woman I claim to hate. Like, I don't love her.
Like, what the hell is love?
All she consumes are my thoughts, like the whips of wind meandering in the open field before me. My inside is empty, and she dances within me, filling the empty space with her sweet addictive aroma. I know my monsters are slowly taking control of me. The obsessive desire to have her all to myself comes with every seductive presence of hers before me.
They emerge whenever she appears before me, surprisingly knocking my breath out. She just fills my inside with a monstrous rush, and it becomes hard in her presence to pretend I don't give a shit about her. In reality, I have easily let myself perish into dust if it makes her happy.
I am done with this game of pretend. When all I was doing was watching the control slowly seep past my fingers, letting her own it. Name it as she likes it. Claim it, throw it, or do whatever, but she just needs to take control over me if I don't want to live like a lifeless body.
I rake my fingers through the wet strands of my hair, throwing my head back. I throw my arms over the back of the wooden chair, the hard material of it poking the back of my scalp. My dark midnight-hued orbs peer at the blue sky, the smoky clouds wandering here and there. Like my thoughts.
She has me wrapped around her pinky, so effortlessly.
Momentarily closing my eyes to shake away the creeping thoughts of selfishness. What if she asks me to stay? The idea looks tempting. Hell, I'd jump out of a running car if it made that thought a reality. Suddenly, the idea of a life with Kiraz by my side, with Veer in our arms, becomes the most beautiful elixir of a thought.
I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts of her that keep creeping in. I don't want to think of that aspect of life, not now, not ever. What good will they bring me when all I know is they would just be another of my thoughts? Worst turning into dreams. The memories of the past are too painful, the wounds of us are still too fresh, and it's better I push the thought away if I don't want to push myself further into the pit of miseries.
What if I earn her back? She did told me to earn her trust?
I jerk away from the seat, frustrated by the unwelcome turn of my thoughts. I blow a breath of exaggeration, massaging the heel of my palm over my eyes to confront them, the burning numbness clinging to me like a persistent shadow.
