Manan OS-A Day with Her(Completed)

A Day with You

I made up my mind not to check his 'lastseen status' and read his message anymore.

My whole day had been ruined because ofhim. He had logged in, a while ago but hedidn't even feel a mere need of replying meback. This was the longest fight we have ever
had. I picked up my cell to text him
something rude so that at least he will call meto have an argument but, I put it back on the
table. The thought was too childish.

It was nearly five in the morning. Working tilllate night had been our habit since college days. We used to be up and chat about all theunrelated topics on earth. I do not remember a single day when we had talked about love.

It was never like lovebirds soaked in lovesyrup. It was always about evil demonsloving to roast each other. And that was whywe decided to be together because we lovedto kill each other by ribbing at every point.

The thought of our love and the fight
combined together was making me a gonernow. I checked in to whatsapp again to readour conversations. I did it always when wefought. I recalled that I went mad when herefused to accompany me to my friend'shouse for a party because he had someimportant job to be done. Due to his refusal Ihad to call my friend and make up a falsereason for not turning up.

'Why won't you come with me?'

'Because I have some important
arrangements to be done before I leave for
US.'

'It has always been about you and your work.

You do not have any time for me, do you?

Next month is my birthday and you will be leaving in a couple of days and what will I be doing? Waiting for you to make a call or say 'its fine' when you even forget to wish and fake that I am not mad at you even when I would be. Am I not important to you? Enoughof all this drama and busy life of yours wherethere is no room for me.'

'I hate long texts. I do not have time to readthis and waste my energy.'

'Ok fine. Read this... I WANT A BREAK-UP.'

Pushing all the thoughts aside I decided to goto bed. As soon as I got up from the couch my cell vibrated. It was a message from him.

I quickly grabbed my cell and opened the text.My heart was thudding in my ears as I read the words

" I am waiting in front of the house.
Come downstairs as we need to talk.'

Well, sincerely I had expected to fight over aphone-call and not face to face. Why is hecalling me outside when he can come insideeasily? It was about six in the morning and I took a look in the mirror. Even though wewere fighting, I always wanted to look good to him. I saw I had eye-boogers and my hairwas a mess. I washed my face, used mymouth-wash and looked into the mirror. I appplied mild lip balm to my lips to regain the pink tinge, moisturiser as it was winter and IDid not by any chance want to expose my dryface to him. I used some hair gel and left myhair untied. I heard my phone ringing butignoring it, I went to put on my woollen top and my trousers. I knew he would be taking me on a walk since it was our favourite. I putmy scarf around my neck and slipped my feet in a pair of sneakers, not forgetting to grabhis muffler from my wardrobe because I knew he would be without one which would get him cold. I checked my looks in the mirror for the last time when I received another call
from him. I had the call taken and said that Iwas coming to which he told me to be fast, ina calm tone and I could tell by his tone that he was not mad anymore.

I locked the door and turned to look at him. I did not know how he managed to look so dashing always. He smiled at me giving nohint of the fight we had hours ago. I smiled back in my most pleasing way. I startedwalking towards him and he stretched out hishand to grab mine. He pulled me closer tohimself and stared lovingly right into my eyes.
I closed my eyes abruptly thinking what waswith him today? He had never acted thisromantic ever since we were together. I halfopened my eyes just to check whether he wasmy man or somebody else.