Rishi stroms into his room.
"Thud!"
A loud bang! The door is slammed closed from inside.
Rishi leans his forehead on the shut pannel, heaves briskly.
With a slow pull, the lock chokes.
"Click!"
A smooth tiny sound! Like how a sharp blade goes through on a soft throat!
Rishi chokes, gasps.
He turns on his back, leans against the shut pannel. He inhales sharp, looking straight to the...
DARKNESS!!
The space ahead of him is DARK. Dark as pit of hell, Dark Like a blackwhole.
His eyes strains to the darkness. He abruptly closes those.
Just to escape!
"I... I love you!"
Suddenly this female voice, abruptly comes alive from his memory, a face flashes in, so bright. The red wide vermilion on her hair is blazing, it burns his eyes, even in this darkness!
Two wide, welled up eyes; a small bindi in between them. The gaze, the plead, the unshade tears....
Stabs Rishi.
He chokes. A sharp whine escapes his lips, echoes through the dark, heavy air.
His chest heaves briskly, as the air seems so thick...
With memories.
Memories, that can't be undone.
Memories, that can't be tolerated.
"You're a damn lier!" Rishi retorts.
He bits his lips hard to hold those, but this muffeled whisper escapes his lips.
His eyes burns. He squeezes his eyes to stop those, but a drop of tear rolled down his cheek.
The strom within him intensifies. The world seems crumples on him, as the loby, the lady, the face, that eyes...
Floods back in front of his eyes.
His lips tears apart, he gasps loud. His legs buckles, feet goes numb as the cyclone of recent memories, hit him with a Herculean force. His back slides through the pannel, and with a soft Thud, he fall seated on floor.
"Dadavai... last time I'm asking to open the door; otherwise I'll break through it." Ayan screams from outside. His voice is shaken with worry for Rishi.
It's like the dam has broken. Rishi can't controll himself, his frustration turns to anger and he blast out.
"I'm ok. I'll open the door and for God's sake, Just leave me hell alone!" He growls.
"Aahaa!" A whimper slips his mouth. He clinches his chest and hunch over, as a sharp pain radiates through his chest as he squeezed his breathless chest to cry out. He crumples the shirt on his chest, squeezes and rubs vigorously. With this pull, the upper buttons of shirts tears, scatters on the floor. His lips parts, desperately sucks for some air. His chest heaves briskly with his each laboured breath.
But the pain, the heaviness on his chest remains same.
On his numb, stumbled feet, he forces himself to stand up, and clicks the lock open. He knows Ayan well. If he can't do it, he will immidiately break through. But he needed some space. He desperately needed some moment. He needs a lone field, where he has to fight with...
HIMSELF!
He opened the lock but let the pannel remain closed; as outside there was no way to escape!
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Hiyar Majhe: When hearts cross path
RomanceIt's a love story of a rock and a flower. It's a tell of betrayal and trust. it's a feel of heartbreaking and also entwining. it's a story of love that we all long for. it's a story of connection that we all dream for. Hrishikesh Chatterjee, aka Ris...
