Chaos? Absolutely!
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"So you read these kind of books. Does it mean you'll fall for a jerk and would try to change him. Tsk Tsk." He mocked.
"I love to watch psychopathic thrills too. Especially serial killer ones. Does it mean I will be roa...
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I stared at him as his eyes widened.
All the words on that letter still peirce mercilessly in my chest. The poor heart of mine which was in wait of him to come back, bled when I read that letter two years back.
My eyes fell upon the numerous letters scattered on my bed. All the dreams, all the hopes, all the promises, just shattered. The person I was waiting for so many years had those things matter nothing for him.
I wanted to burn those letters off but didn't had that much of courage. So, I buried them deep in my cupboard and our memories in a forgot corner of my heart. But his arrival brought them all back, opening my wounds.
"I-I I didn't wrote....Shraddha, I swear I didn't wrote this letter." He stuttered, raising his head. His voice was trembling.
I chuckled sarcastically at his remark, "You know? I thought the same when I got this letter couple of years back on friendship day."
I took one of the hundred letters lying on the bed. "But what would you say Mr. Aarav Rathore, about this handwriting?" I waved the letter in front of his face, "or Would you say these letters ain't written by you too?"
"Shraddha, try to believe me, I didn't wrote this letter." He took a step toward me.
"Is that so? Then why didn't you sent me any letters? Why didn't you received my letters? Huh?" I shouted.
"Shr-"
"Out!" I gestured toward the door. He was about to say something but I didn't let him complete, "Now!"
He looked me into eyes, his eyes were red. A tear rolled down on his cheek. Is he crying?
I broke the eye contact and looked in my right, crossing my arms.
A piercing silence settled around us. His presence was suffocating me badly. I wanted to be alone, I wanted him to go.
My brows knitted on hearing a sound of click. I turned my face in my front. He clicked some picture of that letter and left, placing it back on the bed.
As the door of my room closed confirming his departure, I thumped down on the floor. My body felt numb, there was no voice in me. Just silence around me, just silence inside me.
I hadn't saw or wrote any letters in last two years.
My eyes landed on those letters scattered on my bed, for which I used to live once. I held one in my hand.
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Shree!
You know? It was my result day today, I topped class 8th. I am so happy. I told maa papa about it, they were so proud of me. I will show you my award when I will come back...........
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I took another letter.
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Shree!
How're you? Maa told me that you are in hospital? You should've been careful while riding the bicycle.......
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That time I went to hospital just for bandaging my wounds. But, I got his letter a week later. I chuckled unaware at our memories .
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Happy Birthday!!......
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It was my first day at the college. I loved it..........
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I hugged those letters to my heart. Tears escaped from my eyes, despite of several tries to stop. But nothing helped. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed till the the world around me started to shake and it turned black in front of my eyes......
. . .
I felt myself on some strange place. I tried to fully open my eyes and I was right, I was lying on a hospital bed. I looked above at the white ceiling that's when a nurse came into the room.
"Oh you woke up?" She exclaimed. "Your brothers are waiting for you. Let me tell them." The elderly woman was about to go out.
"Listen!" She turned toward me. "How did I came here?"
"A guy came here in the afternoon with you. He told us that you are his friend." She stated.
Aarav! Aarav took me here.
"What happened to me?" I asked her.
"You just had a fever. You fainted because of it as your body was weak. You've slept for around five hours because of medicine." She laughed.
When she was assured I had nothing else to ask about, she went out of the room. Probably, to inform my brothers.
Just a minute had passed and the door flew open. Kartik bhai and Mihir stormed inside like mad bulls.
"Are you okay?" Mihir's concern was clearly written on his face.
"Did he hurt you?" Kartik bhai asked. He was asking about the Aarav. He knew every time I got a letter from Aarav. He was the one who used to deliver me those letters. He also knew about that letter too.
He didn't liked Aarav much after that but just didn't showed it in public because I had asked him. I didn't wanted Aarav's Parents to feel bad because of their son's deed.
"I've told chachi to not leave you alone with that bastard but she and Maa just didn't listened to me. They just forcefully took me with them." He uttered non-stop.
"Bhai. I'm okay. He didn't hurt me. Instead it was me who smashed his hand in the door frame." I joked to lighten up the environment.
"He deserves it!" Bhai muttered under his breathe.
"Where is everyone, Mihu." I asked him, who was sitting there silently from the start.
"They are still there in village for the puja. We came back from the half way when Aarav bhai called us." He informed.
"Where's he?" I asked.
"He left when we came. He was saying that he is going back to New York." My eyes widened at his words.
"I'm saying, Shree. It's the best for us." Bhai intervened.
"I know." I mumbled.
Still there was something in me which shook when I heard that he was going again. As if I didn't wanted him to go.
A part of mine, wanted him to apologize and to forgive him.
"Did you told Mumma about my health?" I questioned.
"No. I just said that I had some urgent work here in the office and needed Mihir's help." Bhai assured me.
"Now, you get some rest. Hm?" I hummed and they went out of the room.
I pick up my phone and there was a notification popping up. I opened it.
