[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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You know what is the scariest thing?
What is scary? For a child it's a ghost, for a juvenile it must be the fear of falling behind, for an adult his own se t boundaries beyond which they can't see. But, for me it the feel of the feeling I am having. The suffocating loop hooked upon me by my own self, which is getting hard to put away. Worst ignored.
When you stop desiring the things you once wanted. The scariest part is when you have that thing before you but you want to be anywhere but near it. There was not a moment where I have not begged for Reyansh presence, not a night where I have not cried for him.
Look at me, now. I want to hide in the deepest corner of darkness, where I will not be reminded of what I am facing. My chin wobbled, tears threatened to spill and I had let it flow. Just like always, pathetic self of mine wants to show how he has hurts me.
How much forgiveness was he asking from me?
How dare of him to think I will ever be able to forget all this?
I fall on the ground, my legs giving up on me. Like everything in my life. I don't know where I am going, anymore. What is the reason behind all of this? The more I am leaning on him, the more it starts hurting. The far I go from me, the more suffocating living becomes.
"Kiraz," he crouched before me, trying to cradle me in his arms.
I refuse to look at him, and get reminded of the photographs scattered on the floor, like my scattered self.
He tries to touch me, and I shake my head through the tears, "Please, don't touch me. Please, I am not that strong."
"You need to listen to me." His voice, whispered down to pleading.
I choke on a sob, clutching my fingers against the hem of my dress. Even breathing hurts now. The more I try to open my eyes and look at him, the more the burning haze falls before my eyes. "I need to listen to you, so that you can once again lie to me. Once again manipulate me. Once again play with me. How are you never satisfied by hurting me?" I clutched his collar, shaking him, "Why you hurt me like this that I can't look in your eyes without the fear of what if your eyes are also lying?"
He pressed his teeth against his lips, face red like his red-rimmed eyes, the charcoal orbs shining with helplessness. Veiling whatever conspired in his clever mind. "You are misunderstanding this." he looks away, tearing his gaze away from me. Then, why was he not looking in my eyes?
What if the photographs are fabricated? He is my Reyansh. He will never look at any woman. Especially, kiss their neck. He loves me and loves to hate the love he has for me. He loves me and he will never think of doing this to me. That, Rishabh Malhotra, about whom I know nothing, just the imprinted memories of how I conspired something with him, five years ago. And, from when did I started believing a man besides, Reyansh. All this year I ignored Tavir and his meticulous ways to show me how Reyansh has moved on. I love my Reyansh and he will never do this with me. He loves me. More tears streamed down from my eyes.
