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The sunlight spilled into the room like a glowing bulb, adorning the marble tiles with its rays and warming the room around me.
After a public shooting at a press event, police were actively investigating the area, collecting CCTV, and interviewing witnesses.
But they found nothing. Strange.
I stood by the hospital window, my right arm bandaged for four days now, while my left hand clumsily worked to button up my shirt.
It was stupid how even something this small made me feel so dependent.
The button slipped again from my fingers. Frustrated, I let out a hiss, nearly tossing the shirt away.
I decided to go for a t-shirt when her voice echoed behind me. “Need help?”
I turned just enough to see Aridhi walking in, wearing a casual top and trousers, her hair openly dangling up to her shoulders.
She paused in front of me as I gave her a small nod, watching her intently.
There was something different about her, again. Nowadays, she changes like weather, never stable.
Currently? She was more like a strategist than the sophisticated.
The fact that how easily I could make out all the differences in her, memorising each and every step.
Her fingers brushed against my shirt, and I felt my heartbeat shifting to new heights.
Buttoning the shirt one by one, from top to bottom, her hands went behind my neck, setting the collar right.
Her familiar scent swirled around my whole body.
“You’ve been glowing.” I complimented, a way to tease her.
She blinked slowly. “I thought I was losing my glow because of all the tears and breakdown sessions I spent on you.”
I smiled faintly, my voice carrying on. “Never in my eyes.”
She didn’t reply, but her lips twitched as her fingers caressed a strand of hair from my forehead.
“And, you don’t need to cry for me. Those eyes are very precious.” I caught her wrist, not to stop her, but to get her attention.
A frown took over her face before my fingers met her chin, lifting it.
“Yeh samandar-si nazrein tumhari, yeh hawaon-si bikhri zulfein tumhari, ki mujhe najar andaaz karna tera, zara soch kya haal hota hoga mera.”
[These oceanic eyes of yours, these windy hair locks of yours, that if you ignore me, just think what will happen to me.]
A beat passed between us after I punctuated my words in a melodious poetry.
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