A Marriage of Thorns!!!

Chap-25

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I know I suck at promises. I'm late with the update again. Please forgive me for that, I was so caught up with life. Sorry again!

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Also don't forget to read the author's note at the end.

"Anger is just the cowardly extension of sadness. It's a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you are hurt" --Tom Gates.

Zain's POV

Staring at those words did nothing but angered me to the core. Call me a selfish or whatever but I could not let her do that. How the hell does she thinks of leaving me? I looked down at the text which made me lose my temper.

"Its the perfect time for me to leave you. Bye"

She thinks she can leave me but that's not gonna happen. I am not letting her.

My thoughts were interrupted by the blissful aroma of my coffee. "Your coffee, sir" The waiter placed it in the table. "Any other thing?" He asked.

I abruptly dismissed him by shaking my head. This cafe had always been my favorite one. The one near the office never really caught my attention. Like always, I drove to this place to get my peace. After mom's and Gayatri aunty's, the coffee of this place stand third in line.

But today its different. Its different because my mind is only shifting to one person, Kashaf. If she is so adamant in not forgiving me and not giving a chance, then I'm adamant too for not letting her go. She had hurt my pride. I maybe heartless but she is not a saint. I have hurt her through my words and she had done the same. Many times.

"Again the grumpy one" I looked up to find Hassan dragging the chair to sit before me.

"Why are you here?" I asked not looking up.

"Well buddy, you don't own this place the last I checked and its my favorite place too" He replied.

He then whistled at the direction of counter. "What's up, Kaka (Uncle in hindi)?" I watched the old man behind the counter look up, with a big smile etched on his face.

"Nothing much, dear" he answered and then turned to one of his staff after asking Hassan "The usual one?"

"Always" He grinned.

Harish, one of the oldest waiter obliged to his master's unsaid words and went in to get the Hassan's demand.

"Need anything, ask me" The old man said before resuming his work. Balbeer Singh, the owner of the small cafe is the sixty year old man, whom I have been familiar with right from the day I stepped in here. A man depraved from the love of his son, who left his aged parents alone in this hideous city, opened up this place with his wife few years back. He respects every single soul who walks in here but always has a spot corner for the me and friends, as we remind him of his only son. Its the known truth and the irony of children leaving their parents alone without any help, when the parents took every possible difficulties just to raise them. It always bothered me, losing dad made me realize it the most. Love of a parent is a precious thing and not many have it.

I was brought back to reality when a napkin came flying at me "Where on earth are you?"

I threw it back at him which made him groan "Fought again?" He kicked my leg from under the table to get my attention, to which I happily kicked back, way more harder than him.

"Ow!" He groaned.

Few faces turned towards us, of course it was of the customers as the staff are well familiar with the sight.