Chapter 46

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Avani POV

"Something which is even unthinkable in my horrible nightmare, that has happened."



I sat in the middle of misery, not even a person looked at me, nor they tried to consol me.



"What sin did Akash do, that he came into my life?"



"I wish, I never looked at him."

"I wish, I never peeped into the classroom where I got the first glimpse of him."


"It been .....I really  can't recall how many days ago he left."


"The place which was once our abode seems like a infectious place."


"The ones whom I cared off, they never reciprocated ."




I was in disbelief of all the worldly feeling, the so-called LOVE, CARE, RESPECT which are fragile and pessimistic shields, once they break, they scatter like the wind which took away my Akash.





"How UNLUCKY one could be?"


"I remembered , how our landlady refused to touch me, I could sense her , she was hesitant to touch me, only for one reason, because I..amm...a widow."


"Why would a woman want to kill her root  cause of her existence?"


I kept my knees close to my chest and then heard my stomach rumbling.


I closed my dead eyes and breathed out.

I had to consume something , if not I'll leave this world too but would probably be left on the road  because no one will dare to touch an unfortunate person like me.



I got up and moved towards the table.


There was a utensil with some curry in it.


I took it in my hands and brought it close to my nostrils.

The smell of the rotten curry made me feel nauseous.

I ran towards the fridge and gulped the water .

I couldn't resist from pouring the water over my head.

I was surely out of my head.



I ran to the kitchen , found few vegetables, I didn't even have an ounce of energy left in my body to chop the veggies, I washed them and roughly cut and put it in the pan along with some rice.




I kept in on the stove .


I made my way towards our bedroom, can I still call it "OUR" ?

God knows, if he really exists.


I saw the towel on the bed, he had a habit of throwing towel anywhere on the planet .


I took it in my hand while my hands were trembling and sat on the bed.


It reminded me that, this towel is the sole reason for our first fight.


I took the towel and brought it near to my nose, the SMELL of him , hit me like a pack of bricks and I couldn't stop myself from keeping it close to my heart.


I wish, his hands came out of the towel and engulfed me.


I had absolute no reason to live.


The smell felt as if it was bringing solace to my nerves.


The fragrance of his body would be the best antidote for my pain and agony.


While I was clinged to his belonging, my comfort was broken by the whistle of the cooker.


I carefully kept it on the bed and wiped off my tears as they've blurred my vision.


I went into the kitchen and brought that rice cooker to the dining table.

I went towards the cupboard and brought two plates .


I sat on the table and started serving for him .

"Akash!!!!  Keep that phone aside, atleast, bring the water bottle."

I lifted her head and saw nothing except voidness.

The gloominess made me grasp.

A throbbing pain in my head made me bawl and I  hit my head continuously and slapped my face.


The uncontrollable sobs made it difficult for me to inhale air.



It felt as if someone pushed me in the ocean of blues.

I opened my mouth to take in air and kept my  hand on my chest and calmed myself.


I  went to our bed room while stumbling.


I  held the door for the support and blinked my  eyes rapidly and took steps towards the bed.



I took his towel.




"The moment , you left your last breath, my heart took a last beat too....."




I  laid on the bed and smelled it once..twice and thrice and found myself sleeping thoughtlessly.






After some time, I did get up with a sharp stomach ache.







My  brain signalled about the condition of my stomach.




I took tiny steps towards the dining table and sat on my chair.


I took Akash's plate and took small chunks of rice and gobbled it.


Only to realise I  didn't add neither any spice nor salt.





"This turned out just like... me...neither it has bright healthy colour nor tastes good... resembling my new chapter of life,a unfortunate widow."





I said while letting out saddest chuckle of my life.


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