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"Doll it's morning already", said a very familiar deep voice against my ear. My brain knew that I had to wake up but my eyelids weren't even moving, them opening was a different case.
"Wake up, doll", this time the voice whispered so close to my ear that my eyelids forgot what sleep was. They shot open, making me sit up on the bed, flabbergasted. My wide eyes looked to my left, where my husband stood, staring at me with a smirk.
"What happened?", I asked, trying to calm my thumping heart.
"The sun happened to show up in the sky so I couldn't help but wake you up. My deep apologies for that, Dr. Anika", he said but there was no regret or anything visible on his face, except the blankness he bore.
I just nodded and got off the bed when something hit my thoughts. I looked back at him, not at all hesitating to ask what I wanted to know. Maybe, I'd have hesitated if it was about something else but what I had in my mind was something about hesitation. It was making me worried sick from the time I've been in his place. I don't even know where I am.
"Where's Yashasvi?", I asked, looking straight into his eyes.
There was visibly a flickering change in his eyes but they vanished as if it never existed, just how he had vanished all these years.
"She's safe", he replied calmly, tucking his hands inside his pockets.
"But I need to know where she is. You can't keep me in the dark about her because I'm her mother", I raised my voice because worry for her and anger for him because of his dry reply came out in my tone.
"But you've been in the dark about her whereabouts for less than 48 hours and you're worried. But it's nothing compared to me, who was kept in the dark for more than 70,128 hours. Isn't it unfair?", he asked, even though his tone was wrapped within the taunt, the pain he felt was still reflected.
I couldn't look away, away from his hurting gaze even though it was unbearable for me. His gaze reminded me of each and every moment I spent without him, cried missing him, cursed at myself for doing that to him when he deserved none of that, it reminded me of each and every moment full of excruciating pain.
I couldn't even apologise because I wasn't in the place to do so. A person apologizes when they didn't do something willingly but I did everything on my own will, while being sober. I never wanted to do that but I did and it was the truth.
"Okay, let's keep it aside. We have a lot on our plate to clear out so let's get to that", he said, his demeanor quickly changed from hurt and pained to calm and cold. He had a mild smile on his face, but it was just blank. It hurts.
Nevertheless, I followed him out of the room, not knowing where he was leading me to, not knowing for what he was leading me somewhere.
After a few moments I found myself in a room, which looked just as normal as any other room I've seen here.
