Her And Him (Completed)

AMBER LIQUID AND LIQUID EYES.

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Dayumm.

What an exhausting day. I felt absolutely drained from work.

The welcome scent that could only be defined as the scent of home hit me as I stepped into the threshold.

Darkness. That enveloped me instantly. I am shit scared of dark.

I decided to feel my way to my room, too tired to trace the two steps back, that would take me to the switch board.

Now, there are certain things that are etched into your DNA and no amount of embarrassing yourself can ever straighten such flaws out.

BANG. Okay maybe not a bang but a thud.

That hurt like a bitch.

My knee just french kissed the chair in my way.

"Fuck". I heard the low murmur.

What the actual fuck.

Why was the psycho in my house who was obviously going to kill me next swearing in such a sexy voice?

Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Shut up, heart. He will hear you.

My eyes finally adjusted to the dark. Not a chair, obviously.

Not even wood could be as solid as this man was.

I really really needed to stop running into him and then comparing him to cement, wood, metal, etc, I mused.

At that precise moment, our eyes locked and I knew I could never think of this man the same.

Vulnerability.

Pure, unadulterated vulnerability.

There are multiple kinds of drunks. The happy drunks, the annoying drunks, the aggressive drunks, the hilarious drinks.

And then there were his kind. The kind who you instantly knew, drank to forget.

I of all the people, would know. That pain mirrored in my eyes.

It takes one to recognise one and all that jazz, right?

The way he was looking at me broke my heart.

He was obviously completely drunk.

He held an empty glass in one hand, and held a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his other hand.

What do you tell to comfort a man who looked beyond repair?

He stood there,perfectly still, dressed in one of his perfect suits, carrying crippling agony in the depths of his eyes, and I knew.

My pain had met a match.

Now, most girls would press this man's head to their bosoms and tell him that it's all gonna be okay, not even having a fucking clue as to what 'it' was.
Thank the lord that I wasn't one of 'most' girls.

I pulled out one of the dining table chairs and sat him down. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass.

Sitting across him, I took the bottle from his hands, ignoring the knit eyebrows that showed just how drunk and confused he was.

Pouring 2 glasses of the Amber liquid for us, I went ahead and took a swig.

The burn was a welcome, if not painful sensation.

The pain was entirely mental. I had long since begun to associate the burn of alcohol with the need to forget.

Forgetting was the only escape from the crushing pain that I sometimes woke up with.

And tonight, this man sitting across me, with his liquid eyes, needed to forget.

I would help him to.

No questions asked.

He held my eyes as he took a sip, and I finally knew what they meant by 'eyes doing all the talking'.

There was quiet recognition in his eyes. And Perhaps a murmur of gratitude?

Music. Ahh... music.

I whipped out my phone (Hitting my hand on the table in the process and pretending not to feel any pain Whatsoever. Intense me was still clumsy me ).

The song filled the room, and the words struck a peculiar chord in my heart. As always. Forever.

Aaj jaane ki zidd na karo

Do not insist on leaving tonight.

Youhi pehloo mein baithe raho

Just keep sitting here, by my side

Haai Mar jaayenge, hum to lut jaayenge.

I will die, I will be lost

Aisi baatein kiya na karo.

Don't speak so

Aaj jaane ki zid na karo

Do not insist on leaving me tonight.

Just like that, a moment took birth in that room. A strange, quiet moment that no amount of drunkenness allowed you to forget. Ghosts of the past danced in our minds. We thought of all those who broke their promises and left from our lives. We thought of all those characters that had denied us the pleasure of a forever.

The darkness was almost hiding the wetness in our eyes. We almost didn't see the others agony.

Almost.

The bottle was finally finished and I decided to get him into bed. It proved a hard task, what with him being a foot taller and more than 20 kilos heavier.

After I finally got him into his bed and tucked him in, he spoke to me for the first time that night.

'You understand'.

Not a question. Just a statement. An acknowledgement.

It felt like my throat was being squeezed by the most powerful hands. No word would come out.

I bent down and kissed him on the forehead and walked out of his room, shutting the door softly behind me.

'I do.' I whispered to myself.

Oh god. I am so sorry! I just couldn't update till now!

This chapter kind of made me cry.

Thank you for reading and actually asking me for updates. I'm such a lazy bum ;)

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