Whispers of Heart

Chapter - 4

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Ek raat gaya tha woh jahan baat rok ke,
Abhi tak ruki hoon wahi raat rok ke!

Preeti writes in her diary and looks through the window, the heavy rain with thunderbolts resembles the emotional storm in her heart. It's been so many months she is restless. For what?

It's not like he's gonna come to her. Then what is she still waiting for?

Over. Everything is over.

A silent tear escapes her eye, no matter how much she tries not to think about him, he is always on her mind. After years of waiting, they were engaged.. just for him to leave her hanging?

What was her fault? What did she do to deserve this?  The people around her are so right, too much love from one side is not good. These heartbreaks are so painful, the burn she feels in her heart is unreal. And add on this severe fever.

Preeti needs to change her mind now, can't just sit and think about someone who doesn't care for her. What she expects is too much, Nah he is never coming back! But she wished, not too much, just that if she could see him once, spend some time with him, mend things if possible. A sad chuckle left her lips– too much, Her heart asks too much.

Preeti gets up from the bed to go downstairs, for some reason she feels hot and bothered even though the fever has subsided a little, and she knows this is because she longs for him. And she hates herself for it!

Why can't she move on with life just like he did? Why can't she leave everything and go on with the flow? Every second, with him in her mind all she felt was pain and pain alone.

Everything is going wrong, she harshly wiped her tears and gulped down water in one go, only to cough out loudly spitting it out. Sitting near the table she tried to calm herself down that's when her eyes fell on the speakers in the hall.

Tieing her hair with sparkle in her eyes, a smile on her face, a thought in her mind she goes and turns it on, and let her body move.

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Prem drives towards her house, mind filled with so many thoughts concerning Preeti alone. How would she react? Will she be comfortable spending the night with him? It's been so long he's had a proper talk with her. No wonder for a few moments he was on clouds when his mother asked him to go there. Because that was his plan when he left the house– to sneak into Preeti's house.

But now after few minutes of thinking, all his excitement vanished, as he realised that she is unwell, he can't just go and talk whatever he wants to with her and also, even if the situation was different were she was all well and fine,u he can't just go stand there and expect her to hug him confessing love. No, she wouldn't.

Preeti has always been simple enough to understand, her eyes show everything, what she wishes, what she feels, what she wants. And remembering the last time he saw Preeti's dull eyes, hurt flashing in them all he knew is he lost the rights to expect something from her. And she has got all the reasons to hate him, but the smile on her lips that day was masking it.

How is he going to start the conversation now?

Prem parked the car and with a sigh he opened the door grabbing his coat. Running towards the main door of the house he frowns, finding it open already and the flimsy curtains flowing in the air. He verily kinda understood what was up with the person alone in the house.