FROM BROKEN TO BELOVED:- A Tale Of Arrange Marriage

CHAPTER 12

Inayat's pov

I woke up feeling the residue of last night's tears. My eyes were swollen and heavy, and the dark circles underneath them hinted at how little rest I'd actually gotten. The redness around my eyes stood out against the pallor of my cheeks, a stark reminder of my emotional turmoil. I saw a reflection of weariness and vulnerability staring back at me.

I hate this. I hate how I am feeling right now. The constant reminder of how horrible my night went.

Even if I know what things I should stay away from, I still find myself drawn to them. I shouldn't have let myself in too much, and that's how I get repay.

I pressed my lips together and took a breath to relieve the stress.

Stop thinking about it, Inayat.

Then what? It will just vanish away?

Sometimes it was so hard to keep a balance between your heart and the mind. They would never be in sync. And I knew, it won't vanish just like that, it would stay, atleast for a person like me, it would stay for a long time. But if I kept on thinking about it, I might never be able to talk to him at all. My mind would always keep on playing his voice like a broken record. I know, he couldn't keep up with the friendliness and got tired of constant calling, just like he said to me.

But deep down, I wanted him to be the friend he showed he was to me. But I always forget, how actual things should be. I remember that friendship came with a cost, and I was never that rich to pay the price.

I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tightly. I didn't have any energy left to waste it on my tears.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

I took my gym wear, and went to the balcony to do my daily yoga. I kept my hands on the railings, and looked at the greenery surrounding me. I looked down towards the entrance of my gate, and saw a car parked just a bit ahead of the gate.

Confusion marred my features as I looked at the car, it looked familiar but I couldn't pin point. I turned my head and looked inside and saw it was eight in the morning, who would park their car in there at this time? I shook my head thinking they would soon leave after their work would be done.

I crouched down to the floor and layed the yoga mat, and started doing my daily yoga. It was Saturday, so I got up a little late, to relax myself from all the emotional drainage I felt yesternight. Even in weekend I had to go to office, as we were dealing with a big case of the rural area surrounding the city, that needed our much attention and time.

I did yoga for sometime and got up, and took the watering can, and hydrated my plants. It was the only time of the day that made me stress-free. My lips tilted up as I saw the blooms, a smile on my lips felt foreign on my face.

I went inside and did my daily routine. I unplugged the phone from charging, and saw still there was nothing, not a text and neither a call. I shook my head and took the necessary things and went out of my room.

I was about to open the main door, when I saw a piece of paper folded neatly, peeking from under the door.

A frown settled on my face seeing that lying paper on my doorsteps. I unlocked my door and picked the paper. I unfolded the paper and it was a paper from a prescription pad.

I knew from whom it belonged to.

My blood started to pound in my ears, as I looked down at the paper in my hands. The uneasiness twisted in my stomach into knots while the fury bubbles just beneath the surface, ready to explode. My hands tremble slightly, betraying the brewing storm inside me. I wanted to crush the paper beneath my hands, but the rational side of mine stopped me.