Withering Heart

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                        EKAKSH

You know the hardest job one can do in this whole fucking world? It's apologising to someone. Well, for me it's the hardest thing to exist. It takes all your self respect and power to confess that you committed a mistake. Especially to the one you wronged.

In my case, it's not even just about doing her wrong. It's about fucking hurting her both with my actions and words. I spit in anger whatever came in my mind, not realising what bullshit I was uttering. No, I was NOT drunk and that shit is pushing me further in the pit of guilt.

My gaze roamed around the campus waiting to catch a glimpse of her. It's been nearly a whole fucking hour since I came here and still, there was no sign of her.

I don't really know about her class schedule but Haya told me her classes start somewhat around nine and so does Sitara's. It was ten past nine and she was nowhere to be seen.

I exhaled wearing my sunglasses and got off from the bench. Maybe, she will not come today. I will have to wait for another day. Sighing out loud, I was about to turn towards my parked car when a familiar voice fell in my ears.

"I TOLD YOU TO NOT EAT THAT THING!!"

A sense of relief washed over me seeing her approaching the main gate.

Finally, she was here.

I took a step in her direction but stopped abruptly hearing her screaming like a mad woman. Her nostrils were flaring and I could tell it by just looking at her from here. She was on a call probably shouting at the person on the other end.

Poor thing.

Why the fuck was I feeling nervous? I just had to apologise and that's it.

"I am sorry, Sitara. I shouldn't have reacted this way."

I muttered the same sentence I have been repeating since last night like a broken record. I hope I don't mess up this time.

"Come on, bastard. You just have to say a sorry. Do it!" I encouraged myself and after preparing myself, I made my way towards her.

"I am not there doesn't mean you can do anything you want. I am still watching you."

God! She looks in a bitter mood, today. I just hope my face doesn't trigger her more.

"Hey!" I almost shouted from behind.

Her steps halted but she didn't turn around for few seconds. She cut the call and I prepared myself to face her by taking a huge breath.

"I jus--"

My words died in my throat the moment she turned around to face me. For a bride moment, I found myself tongue tied. She was clad in a long multicolour frock with no sleeves. Her hair was open and some kind of earrings probably jhumkas? They were dangling from her earlobes.

"What?"

Her voice broke my thoughts making me lick my dry lips. What the fuck is wrong with me? I cleared my throat approaching her slowly.

"I...I am sorry..."

See, that was not so bad.

Her facial expressions remained stoic as she kept looking at me with her arms folded over her chest.