ISHQ IBAADAT 💗

31. MISSING HER AND STANDARDS 💗

Agastya POV.

Kaha ho Rikaa...kyun is tarah aap mujhe akele chhod kar chali gayi ho...mere liye yaha ek ek second mushkil jaa raha hai aapke bina...kyun chhod kar chali gayi ho...please wapas aa jaayiye...

I was standing in the middle of the empty room, the walls echoing back my own voice. The soft flicker of the bedside lamp cast long shadows, but it did nothing to fill the hollow emptiness inside me. My hands were trembling slightly, my fingers brushing over the edge of the bed where she always used to sit, her laughter, her warmth, her presence-it was all gone.

Aapne to kaha tha aap mujhse kabhi dur nahi jaayegi...to ab kyu? Aapko pata hai...aap nahi hai...phir bhi aapki khushboo har taraf hai...aap nahi hai...phir bhi is hawa me mujhe aapke hone ka ehsas hota hai...

I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply, trying to catch even the faintest trace of her perfume lingering in the air. The scent wrapped around me like a cruel reminder of what I had lost. My chest tightened, a painful ache spreading through me as if the walls themselves were pressing in, reminding me she wasn't here.

Mujhe nahi pata ye pyaar hai yaar...aadat...par hume pata hai...aadat hai aap humari...Aap meri zindagi ka wo hissa hai jisse main kabhi dur nahi hona chahta...

I sank to the floor, my back against the bedpost, letting my head fall against my knees. The silence was deafening, broken only by my ragged breaths. Each memory of her flashed in my mind-her smile when I teased her, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the warmth of her hand in mine. Every corner of this house, every shadow, every faint sound screamed her absence.

Humare pure ghar me aapke hasi ki awaz aati hai...humare bedroom me aapki khushboo...Mujhe aapke saath bitaya huva har ek second yaad hai...

I ran my hands through my hair, tugging at it in frustration and despair. My eyes burned as tears threatened to spill, and I didn't even try to stop them. I whispered her name again, low, desperate, as if calling it out into the empty room could bring her back to me.

Rikaa...mere bina aap yaha khush nahi ho sakti...aur main bhi nahi...meri duniya...meri zindagi...sab adhoora hai aapke bina...

I stood abruptly, pacing across the room, my steps uneven, my heart racing. I clenched my fists, pressing them against my temples, as if the physical pain could somehow push out the emptiness in my soul.

I stopped in the center of the room, staring at the doorway, imagining her standing there. My voice cracked as I shouted her name into the night, my words heavy with longing, anger, and desperation:

Rikaa...please...main aapke bina jee nahi sakta...mere saath wapas aa jaayiye...

The room remained silent, but the echo of my plea lingered, carrying my pain into every corner. Every heartbeat screamed her name, every breath a reminder of the void she left behind.

And in that moment, I realized...she wasn't just a part of my life-she was my life. And I would never, ever let go.

I never thought I would love her...never imagined that someone could occupy every corner of my heart. But God...can't you give me her back? Why did she die? Why...why the hell?

My hands shook violently as I whispered the words into the empty office, my voice cracking, echoing against the walls. The room felt suffocating, every object, every shadow mocking me with her absence. My chest ached so much that I felt like I couldn't breathe, like my very soul had been ripped from me.

I looked around my office, and my eyes fell on her-her everywhere. Photographs, notes, little reminders of her laughter, her smile, her presence...so many images frozen in time, laughing at me, haunting me. I picked up one, a picture of her sitting on the terrace, sunlight falling on her face, her smile so innocent, so alive...