Rekindling Love

Chapter 15

Naira's POV

The dark was good. The blackness I had learned to embrace. The darkness appealed to me like no other state.

But I wasn't in darkness this time around. I was in a maze. I was trapped. On every turn I found people, known but yet unknown, mine but yet not mine. What I to do.

A man his face loomed before me. "I love you Naira. I love you very very much" He said. He had been there with me, walking every part of the maze. He had been a constant.

"Come back Naira we miss you." A woman said.

"My princess. You are back. How did you leave your father alone?" A loving man said.

"I love you Jaan" the same guy said again.

"You came back home. How much did we miss you 007." A boy said.

"Don't you know our lives were all hell without you. No worries anymore. Now that you are back." A sweet girl told me

"Jaan. I really really love you." He said that again.

"Di. You won't leave us again no? BFF cannot live without you." A small child told me.

"You had almost killed our Kittu. But he'll spring back now that you are here. Thu thu thu." An old lady told me.

"I miss you Sherni. I love you so much!" He told me yet again.

"My dear, I'm so glad to see you. Now you can fix everything right up." A kind woman told me.

"My dear. We are glad to have you again." A suave man was saying..

"I love you Jaan I love you so very much. I really love you Naira." He popped in again.

When every face was a but clear, his was hidden. But the voice.. his voice called to me like none another. Like there was this magnetic pull which was puling me closer to him. Like I was being pushed by an unknown power towards his voice. Like the voice in itself was enough to make me weak in my knees, shut my brain down and wonder who was he?

"Bhabhi we missed you. Can we get some kachoris." A pair of noodles told me

"Beta stay safe. Kartik was so scared." A tall guy told me.

"Jaan" he called me yet again. "I love you Jaan. I love you more than anyone loved anyone else. I want you back Jaan. Come back to me." He said. I was trying. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to run into his calling arms. If only I knew who he was?

I had been running in this maze for months now, searching for answers, searching for faces, searching for a way to get out of this. He has been there, right beside me. Not helping, not saying anything but, that he loved me and missed me. Not trying to clear the maze. Only breathing right there, right beside me. To say he was my anchor, if he weren't had been there I would have lose myself in this. But I didn't, I never tried to touch those thorny bushes.

He always kept me sane. We were alone, fighting but sane. I was lost yes, in a maze with no out, I was trapped within my own memories, I was not touching, barely scraping each memory. The maze was made of my lost memories, I realised.

I was afraid to touch them, I was afraid what if my anchor left my side as soon as I touched it. I was afraid what if I was left alone in this never ending maze? I was very afraid.

Little did I know I would be thrown into the memories just like that. Little did I know that I would be made to confront my fears in such a brutal way. I was pushed not hurting myself, but in the time when the same person managed to hurt me. And the shadow which had almost been a part of me had saved me back then.