𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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Pain unlike anything courses through me as I hear his voice break. I don't think I have the strength for anything right now.
If I see him I'll breakdown completely I can't let him see me this weak. What if he is disgusted by me now?
I know it's not my fault, but still I hate my body. What guarantee do I have that now he will not treat me differently?
The moment I came here Mrs.Chawla accepted me without even asking questions. She gave me a pair of second hand t-shirt and pants that came with the charity and let me sleep in one of the spare rooms. I am so grateful to have someone right now.
I can't even face my bestfriend at the moment. She must be worried.
"Heer?" His pleading voice comes muffled through the door but I still could hear the agony, "Please open the door. I don't need to hear anything. Just let me in. Let me hold you." He begs.
I have never heard him implore to anyone, hearing him so vulnerable at my doorstep pulls at my heartstrings.
So I get up from the small queen-sized bed and walk towards the door, "Please Aman. Go away." I whisper, I don't even know if he could hear me.
"Just let me in. You don't have to tell me anything. I just want to be with you." He insists and my traitorous heart melts at his request.
I take a deep breath and open it an inch. Peeking out of it through an eye I see him standing there hope sparkling in his eyes.
"Hi." I whisper still not opening the door wider.
"Hi." His voice is gruff and his eyes glazes looking at me.
I bite my lips hard contemplating what to do. I opened the door in the hopes of making him go away but seeing his appearance his hair ruffled, eyes red and fists bleeding I couldn't do it.
We stare at eachother as he waits for my next words. I swallow the lump in my throat and say, "Are you hurt?" I ask looking at his bruised knuckles.
"Yes." His throat bobs in an awkward swallow, "Here." He touches his chest and my vision clouds. I let go of the door and jump into him for a hug. The moment his warm arms engulfs me I feel how much I missed this. How much safe I feel inside his cocoon.
I shouldn't have run away from him. Instead I should've run to him.
I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face under the crook of his neck. He carries me inside and closes the door with one leg. My body shakes with wrecking sobs.
It hurts.
"Shhh. Shhh. I am here, aren't I?" He coos to me like a child soothingly and I release a wounded cry. He sits in the bed with me straddling his lap. He holds the back of my head and rocks me against him.
