Beyond Words

21. Goa

Adaa POV

For the past 2 minutes, I stood before the glass door salivating at the pineapple cake whether to take it or not.  I want to celebrate, celebrate what? nothing I just want to eat a pineapple cake and enjoy my evening. as you know, a celebration needs no occasion. But I can't complete the whole cake and the stored cake doesn't taste good for the next day and I don't know whether Vishu will accompany me or not. Nothing can stop me from eating what I want, so I going to buy it, if he eats along with me, it's fine. If he doesn't, I will make him eat. 

I served the cake on two plates and covered them with another two plates. I sat on the couch placing two plates on the sofa table before me and turned on the television. 
The clock continued to rotate, the sky went into a darker shade of ash, and the wind turned cooler but my waiting was contained.

I checked my mobile a million times in the hope he would at least drop me a text in case he had a night shift, but there was none. I didn't even realize when I drifted off to sleep but only to meet him in my dreams. The noise of the door opening and closing woke me from my slumber. I can feel my eyes heavy ready to go back to my sleep again. 

"Who are you?", my voice was so slow and hoarse and I didn't open my eyes even to check on the person but followed him.
"You should sleep.", I was startled when he scooped me up in his arms and soon relaxed under his touch. I nuzzled my face to his chest and tightened my hands around his neck. 

His smell is still so intoxicating, his muscles are rigid due to stress I guess. I snuggled more into the blanket as the night turned more warmer.
"Don't go, it's cold", I caught his wrist when he turned to leave. 
"I am not going anywhere, I will just change my dress." he knelt down to my level and kissed my forehead running his hand on my head and caressing me. 
"No, just come and hug me. I am ok even if you are naked." this is why I hate talking at night. I can't control myself, be it emotional and romantic. 

He discarded his shirt and trousers before getting inside the blanket. His hand slid across his T-shirt that I was wearing pulling me close and giving me the warmth. 
"Sorry, I should have informed you about my late arrival", he kissed my shoulder. 
"It's been a month living with you and guess what they are the best. ", I look into his eyes, his hair is messy, his face tired, and his lips have a lazy smile but it didn't reach his eyes. His eyes are dilated, they look far from his regular energetic eyes like he cried.

The thought of him crying quite didn't settle right with me, it hurt to see him like this. 
"I am sorry", I moved my hand to his cheek whispering, and caressed his cheek with my thumb. "sorry that I couldn't be with you when you are feeling low."I kissed his chin and I could feel him breaking, hugging me.

He is crying, just like he did the first time, like a dark cloud on a rainy day. like he had lost all his moon and he was left alone in the darkest night. He let all the guards of his heart fall in front of me and let me see his all-broken self. I will show him that he can still be loved and how beautiful it can be. 

//play - Hamari Adhuri kahani by Jeet Gannguli//

"I am here, Vishu", I kissed his template and continued "It's going to be ok."

"She left, she left me, I can still feel her in my arms. It was me, who forced her to come with me, she wanted to stay home with our parents.
I told her that we still had lots of time to spend with them, Let's go for a long drive. I still remember her behaving like a stubborn kid refusing to come. 
She was so cute, the round eyes, big lashes, pout on her lips when she was angry, brownish black hair that reached her mid-waist, and how she turned them into a bun within a fraction of seconds when they behaved wild not listening to her.
The day was very pleasant with warm sun, tall trees, and cool breeze. we were on the way to Goa and stopped at a side to click photos, we were on hills looking down into the valley covered with green and thick forest. That day she was more beautiful in her baby pink kurti and blue jeans, her hair turned into a bun and heavy jhumkas, her milky skin shining under the low sunlight.