ᴇx-ʙᴏʏʀꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ɴᴇxᴛ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ

Chapter 59

Yuvaan

4 hours to go.
3 hours to go.
2 hours to go.
1 hour to go.

It's time. She's here. She's landed.

Kickstarting my engine in the silence of the morning, I sped, I sped towards the airport. I didn't even know what her flight number was so I could have tracked it. I didn't hear when Mom spoke to Nishtha, but I heard her say that she's landing at 6am, so I ran.

No one was awake, and I didn't want to disturb them either, so when I got up, after sleeping for barely a few hours in breaks, I went to the washroom, did my business, had a nice shower and got dressed in a shirt and jeans and ran downstairs. I quickly got a little fruits to eat and stepped outside.

I drove fast. Very fast.
But then, at a signal, my eyes fell on flowers.
I'll give her flowers.
I quickly got down, brought a bouquet and then went back in and drove away when the signal got green. reached

I reached there an hour early. I was trying to find parking when I noticed a woman who seemed to look like Nishtha, but she had her face covered and her glasses on.
Everyone looks like Nishu to you, Yuvaan.
Focus.

I brushed my thoughts and parked my car and went inside. I stood by the entrance and waited.
15 mins, 30 mins, 45 mins.
Where was she?
I ran to the security and asked them, "Excuse me? Hi. I wanted to know the status of the people landing from the flight at Chicago, which was meant to be landing by 6?"
"Sir, that flight landed early, almost 2 hours early. The passengers have gone, the baggage claim is also cleared out."
I froze.

What?
Why are you doing this, God?
I walked away in disappointment. I was going to pick her up.
Where did she go?
Did she go to the penthouse? Did she go to her house? I tried to call her phone but it still said that it was switched off.
I sat on the seat, dejected.
What do I do now?!

I can't go to her house, if her parents don't know anything then how can I just ask if she has come to their home?
She wouldn't go to the penthouse, right?
How does she even feel?
Will she be happy to see me?
Of course not. Who are you lying to?
Will she talk to me?
Where was she?

I got up and drove home. I felt horrible. Once I parked home, I noticed the time. 7am.
Where was she?
I got inside and noticed Mom and Dad sitting on the couch. I was embarrassed, yet again. I didn't have the heart to look at them.
"Yuvaan?" Mom said.
I looked up, "Y..Yeah?" I asked.
"What happened?" She asked.
"N..Nothing." I said.
Mom sighed, "Relax. It's not your fault the flight came early. Come have breakfast."
"Where is she? Did she tell you anything?"

Mom grabbed my hand and I followed her as we went upstairs. She opened the door to a room and I felt my raging and restless heart find peace looking at the sight in front of me.

Nishtha.

There she was. The one person I have been dying to see for the last 10 days. Her once look calmed the restlessness, the pain in my heart as I saw her lying in the blanket, deep asleep.
I walked near her and sat on the edge of the bed, next to her. I felt myself relax and take her in. She's finally here.
"She got here an hour back." Mom said, "She came and instantly slept."
I nodded, "Good. She needs it."
"Come. Don't disturb her." Mom said.
"I...I'll be down, Mom. I need a minute."
"Okay." She said and went down.

I looked at the face of the love of my life. She looked peaceful in her sleep. Her hair was tied in a braid, some hair strands caressing her face.
I look my hand and gently moved her hair behind her ears and watched her flinch at the sudden contact. I withdrew my hand fast.

"I missed you Nishu. I'm really sorry for everything." I said, to her cozy, sleeping figure.

I want to hold her.
The urge to hold her was eating me.
But her hands were inside the blanket, I don't disturb her. So, I'll just look at her. I got up and placed the bouquet I got her next to her beside in a small vase.
Roses.
She loved them.

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I drove to office, happy that I've finally seen the girl my eyes had been waiting for. I don't even want to go to work but I had a huge meeting I could not skip, so, I attend the meeting and run home as soon as I can so I can talk to my wife.
I want my wife.

I couldn't even focus much on the meeting but luckily, I managed to be on track and once I was done, I ran home. I drove so fast.
2pm. She must be awake by now.

"Where is Nishtha?" I asked, reaching home.
"She's in her room." Mom replied.
I was going to run but she held my hand, "Be nice, and if you can't, then don't go."
"I'll shower her with all the niceness there is in the world, Mom."

I went upstairs and entered her room.
Seeing her from a distance, I felt nervous. She'd be so terrified to see me. She hated me. I've scared her so much and I've made her hate me.

"Nishtha?" I said, as I closed the door.
She turned around, her eyes widening. I saw her expression change. Anger.
I felt my heart clench into two.
She was about to walk away when I blocked her way, "Nishtha... please. Please let me explain. I know I don't deserve your attention or you but please give me a chance. I'm begging you."
I looked at her.
"I... I found out about Bua." I said and I watched her face change. She wasn't looking at me but I could still see her face change, "I... I'm sorry Nishu, I'm sorry that I trusted her over you, I'm sorry that she.... She controlled our relationship. I'm sorry Nishtha, I... I handed her over to the police, Nishu. She's gone. I... I'm sorry. I know sorry isn't enough, it's not even remotely close to what I've made you go through, but please, give me a chance. I'll make everything right. I'll replace all the sadness with joy, Nishu. Please give me a chance Nishtha, I beg you."
She wasn't even looking at me.
"Nishu please. Yell at me, slap me, hit me, curse me, do anything.... But please, please look at me. Please talk to me." I said, through tears.

She didn't look.
She didn't talk.
She didn't yell.
She didn't hit.
She just left the room as if I wasn't there.

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