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unwind with - Uska Hi Banana by Arijit Singh
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I stood in the silence of my suite, staring at my reflection as if it could answer the questions that screamed inside me. My hands trembled, brushing the folds of my dress but the motion felt futile, like trying to hold water in my palms. I could still feel him. Kabir, every inch of him etched into my skin, my bones, my soul. The nights we had spent wrapped in each other’s arms, when his lips whispered promises I had believed with every heartbeat, now felt like cruel illusions. How can a person become both your sky and your tormentor? How does one face the architect of their own ruin without collapsing into ash?
My chest tightened, suffocating me with memories that would not let go, memories that were sharper than any blade I had ever known. I closed my eyes, trying to summon courage that had long deserted me. The night we had surrendered to each other, when love had been a language only we understood, now mocked me from the shadows. I could almost hear the echo of his laughter, the soft brush of his fingers across my skin, the way his gaze would strip away the world until only I remained.
And now? Now the universe had conspired to make me beg for a glimpse of him through iron gates, to step willingly into the ruins of my own heart. I felt tears prickle my eyes, raw and relentless and yet I let them come, for what pretense could hide a soul broken in pieces?
A knock shattered the fragile bubble I had wrapped around myself. Three sharp taps, deliberate, precise, echoing louder than any storm in my chest. I opened the door to Agastya and the sight of him should have been comforting but it only reminded me of what I had lost. He had been my savior in silence, the one who had guided me through airport chaos when I had been denied entry, the one who had offered me wings to fly toward a man who had betrayed me without explanation. He never questioned me, never demanded reasons, never judged. He was steady. He was safe. And yet, he was not Kabir and no amount of kindness could fill the void he left.
