Ethereal: Eternal Echoes

24

Ishan

I'm so tired today. I had done so many things. I do it always but don't know why I'm exhausted. I did many tasks as well. Prominent of all was stalking Smriti Dave. No! I wasn't stalking her but just keeping an eye on my soon-to-be wife. Returning to home, I was desperate to take a shower. Taking a cold shower at night after a hectic day is the best way to freshen up.

(after taking the shower)

The moment I opened the door of the bathroom, my eyes searched my fiancee. I don't know why but they hate her. I hate her. I was always guilty that I was the one who betrayed her. There is nothing wrong in saying I betrayed her, but that was just a hormonal game. But the thing is she moved on. She was one whom I thought loved me so much that I hurt her so much like hell. This thought made me hate myself. For her, I hated myself.

Her face was down on the table. Maybe she slept while writing her diary, like she slept in the airplane while reading those fuck scenes.

I went near my wardrobe. Opening it, I realized it was not only mine now. It was majorly hers. Her clothes have occupied more volume than my clothes. I took out my black pajamas and wore a grey colored oversize T-shirt.

I went towards her. She looks beautiful while sleeping. A bit scary too. But I'm not scared of you dear little miss sunshine. You should be scared that you chose to marry an arrogant grump like me. You'll regret it. The person who betrayed you once won't do the same again but I assure I'll make you regret it like hell. I remember your words. I am sure you were not lying. I know you love your parents so much that you can do anything just to keep their name. And also I know that you agreed to marry me just because they want you too.

You hate me too. More than I'll ever know and more than you'll ever express. I can understand your feeling because I too feel desperate hatred toward the people who betray me.

I went forward. To wake her up. But before that, my eyes fell on the diary which was slightly below her hand. I was never a person who was interested in reading someone's personal diary. But something inside me forced me to read her diary. I slowly tried to take it out of her hand, trying my best to not wake her up. Ans I succeeded.

The page she was writing on was yet opened. The moment I read, "Dear Muso," a strong wind blew and the first page opened on the diary. Maybe Muso was her diary's name.

I thought to read the page where I was when I read the title.

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There's a secret hidden in the corner of my heart,
Without you, who should I share it with?
Every moment, I live thinking of you,
But I can't bear the weight of your memories anymore.

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And my heart ached. I think I should read her diary, it's important for me to know what is hidden behind her sunshine smile. I sat on the couch beside the table she slept on. I turned the pages, my brain was puzzled and my heart wasn't stopping to ache.

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Unsent Letter to him

Dear Ishan,

I've been holding onto these words for what feels like a lifetime. They've been swirling around in my mind, a tempest of emotions that I've struggled to contain. It's time to let them out, to finally share them with you.

I remember the first time I saw you, a flicker of something ignited within me. It was like a spark, a tiny flame that quickly grew into a raging fire. Your presence filled the room, casting a warm glow that seemed to envelop me in its comforting embrace. I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your charm.