The Ugly Beauty

Part-8

Kiara's POV

Aunt Giselle was there when I left the room. She was a victim too just like others but I always looked at her like my granny. I always respected her. She seemed disappointed about something though, but I was not in a mood to ask her what made her like that. I walked past her but stopped when she spoke.

"I don't think what you did was right Kiara. I know you are hurt, but he's hurt too and you're just causing more pain to him as well as to yourself. I've known you for a while Kiara, you are very stubborn but don't ruin something so special like him. He does care a lot about you. The decision will always be yours. But remember he is a human too, and we humans are tend to make mistakes. I am disappointed that you of all people thought that there's no forgiveness for mistakes. There are more people who have done some terrible mistakes, but they are forgiven by their loved ones. Not because, they haven't been hurt but because they value love and forgiveness more than bitterness in their heart. I hope to see you making a right decision. But whatever your decision will be I'll support you."

" Thank you so much, Aunt Giselle. I hope to make a right decision too."

That night after dinner I sat on the floor turning off all the lights in my house. It's time to think.

I know she is right. But there were so many what if's lagging behind. What if he does it again? Or worse what if he leaves me? I haven't been this pessimistic but life has given me so many scars that I was scared to trust anyone. After midnight, I have made a decision and I went to sleep,  waiting eagerly for tomorrow.

I was waiting for Siddharth next morning, but he never showed up. After 3 p.m, I couldn't handle the anxiety I was feeling. I called him once... but his phone went to his voicemail. I tried again which again went to his voicemail.

After few more attempts, I thought of asking the receptionist about his address. She must be having it and she did. She hesitated at first but after making her understand my situation she gave in.

So after half an hour, I was at his door wondering if this is the right time to talk, what if he still needs space? What if he doesn't want to talk to me? I don't know how long I was standing there contemplating my 'what ifs'. Suddenly I saw him opening the door with an amused expression.

"I have been watching you for 20 minutes. You were so zoned out, it was hilarious. You could have just pressed the doorbell, you know it's right here." He said pointing towards the wall beside the door.

"I know that, I was...um...uh.. kinda busy." I was so embarassed.

"Yeah, you seemed so..." He smiled while shaking his head.

" Um... Siddharth actually I am here to talk to you. So do you mind If I come in?"

"Oh... I am so sorry sure you can. Come, have a seat." He moved the pile of clothes from the sofa and made space for me.

"Thanks. Though you still are so messy." I laughed. There were boxes of left over food, bottles and clothes scattered all around the living area. I didn't want to imagine the state of his bedroom. It must be terrible. He has always been messy.

" Yeah... I was about to clean the place." He blushed while scratching his neck.

It was time to tell him everything but I was so scared, I could practically hear my heartbeat... thud .. thud.. It was so loud, my lungs were about to collapse because i really was not able to breathe. " C-Can I-I have a glass of w-water?" I stammered.

" Yup... just a sec." I gulped the water in one shot as soon as he handed it to me.

" I think you should relax, K. I am here and I'll always be. If you are not ready right now, then I can wait."

"N-no, I have to tell you right now." I said squeezing his hand.

He held it strongly and said what I wanted to hear. " I love you Kiara. And I think I know how your nerves can be controlled. Allow me, Madame." He spoke in terrible britsh accent bowing down and went straight to the kitchen.

I knew what he is trying to do and that made me realize... that I did make a right decision.

Quote:

Courage is like a firefly once you are in dark it lights up and spreads its wings, enlightening every nook and corner of your soul.

 Merry Christmas everyone.