Withering Heart

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Chips or kurkure?

Samosa or kachodi?

Bestfriend or boyfriend?

AUTHOR

She was walking absent mindedly, with his words replaying in her mind. His changed behaviour is clearly visible. He has apologised to her numerous times and is continuously trying to make her forgive him wholeheartedly. Which is nearly impossible for her to do. His efforts are not hidden from her.

However, that doesn't mean she will forgive him for his actions. She still remembers how he manhandled and bad mouthed her, without even knowing her side of the story. He just started accusing her and hurted her both physically and mentally.

Now, he wants to become her friend. Sitara chuckled shaking her head. She has no real friend here, except for Kabir and Roshni. Others are just classmates. She doesn't even have normal acquaintances here.

With Kabir and Roshni by her side always, she never really feels the need to add another friend in her life here. They are more than enough for her.

A sad sigh left her lips remembering Kabir. His absence was really affecting her badly. She needed to see him, to touch him. To hear his voice and to tell him how much she missed him all these days.

She was strolling in the ground, not really looking forward. Lost in her own thoughts, her head got collided with something hard. A squeal left her mouth as she touched her head. The familiar scent engulfed her, making her uplift her eyes to look at the person towering over her.

Her mouth fell ajar and eyes shone in happiness as the face she was dying to see for days, the person she was missing badly, was finally standing right in front of her.

"Kabir..."

His name left her mouth like a prayer. She could feel her heart thudding in excitement. The smile automatically formed over her lips as it became hard for her to contain her happiness.

On the other hand, Kabir was beyond mesmerised. His gaze denied to move away from her face. Hearing his name from her mouth really did something to his heart. He felt goosebumps rising all over his body, suddenly making him realise what he was missing all these days. He took his eyes drinking in her features.

Her messy hair was tied into a braid, resting on her left shoulder. Eyes filled with kajal and lips having the same shine of some lips gloss or whatever it is called. He loves that smell, he could still smell it. Slightly tangy and slightly fruity.

"I missed you." She muttered, looking at him with her big eyes. Sadness pooling in them, making his heart clench.

"Not more than me."

Before he could know, his arms already wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

Sitara was taken aback by his action. He pulled her towards him and hugged her tightly. She stood up on her tip toes to match his height as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder while his hands were snaked around her waist, tightly and in a possessive manner.

His hot breath was rapidly hitting her neck making shiver run down her spine. She closed her eyes, welcoming the feeling of warmth after so long. The warmth of being in his arms. The warmth of his presence.

"I really missed you, Tara." He whispered kissing her head.

Tears filled her eyes without her knowing. She was feeling overwhelmed suddenly. What was this feeling? This sudden rush of happiness and relief.

The relief of seeing him safe and sound in front of her. The relief of hearing his voice.

Her hold tightened around his neck as she tried holding him closer than before.