Is This Love?

(6): Nightmare

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Armaan pulled her closer, his hold on Abhira,s waist was firm yet gentle. The music played in the background but they both seemed to care less.

He held her by her waist from behind and lifted her up in the air causing her to gasp in surprise.

Her hands came to rest over his shoulders, locking around his neck.

He looked at her, the dim light highlighted her beautiful features. The gentle smile playing on her lips seemed to take his breath away and his heart swelled with tenderness an an unknown emotion that left him puzzled. The music blurred into the background, their hearts beating in unison creating a beautiful harmony between the two.

Some silky strands of her hair fell over his face, gently brushing his neck and as he twirled her around, she let out a giggle of pure delight, her joy bubbling over, mingling with his and their foreheads touched.

I love you.

The surroundings around him shifted and he found himself standing outside the Poddar Mansion.

The night air was cold, biting his skin and chilling him to the bone. His heart pounded wildly against his chest as he rushed towards the grand doors of the Poddar Mansion. The grand doors stood closed in front of him.

Dadi sa.

Armaan called out, his voice soft as his heart pounded wildly against his chest out of fear.

Silence

Darwaza kholo.

Armaan said, his voice trembling slightly as he knocked the door.

The night air was suffocating. Fear gripped him and his heart pounded wildly against his chest as he let out a semi yell

Maa darwaza kholein.

Armaan yelled out, his voice breaking in anguish, a mixture of fear and uncertainty flooding through his heart.

Silence

Maa main hoon Armaan.

Armaan yelled, his words, a raw scream. The desperation raising in his throat made him chock on his breath, the doors of the Poddar Mansion towering over him like a cold monolith.

ABHIRA!!!!

He yelled out, his voice trembling with desperation, a pang of dread tightened his chest.

Please darwaza kholo.

He yelled out, knocking the door frantically, his knuckles aching from the impact.

Koi darawaza kyun nahin khol raha?

Armaan asked to himself uncertain, his voice barely above a whisper. Tears streamed down his face, his heart shattered loudly in his ears.

Abhira.

He called out, his voice a raw plea.

Silence

His each call, each plea, each scream was answered by silence, a haunting silence that prickled his already broken heart like sharp darts.

Abhira.

He called out again, his voice carrying a fragile hope.

Silence.

His each cry, each plea, each call, each scream was answered by silence. Tears streamed down his face at a higher pace and sobs chocked him up. The night air wrapped around him like a heavy, suffocating blanket and a sense of abandonment washed over him. He stumbled backwards and his knees gave out. He fell on the ground and pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and cried out.