Author's Note: This is my only unedited book; the style of writing is thus different from what you might have seen in my other books. Compared to them, this book also has much more grammatical mistakes. Hope you enjoy it nevertheless.
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July 22nd, 2012, Delhi
"Khushi" He jolted upright on the bed, waking up from the sounds of some distant cries, with a fright on his face. His body drenched in sweat and breathing rough from some unknown struggle. He looked around.
She was not there..
"Andshewillneverbethere...again!" His mind reminded him and he closed his eyes and hid his face in his hands trying to calm his racing heartbeats and uneven breathing.
Damnthesenightmares!
The past is not leaving him neither do the scars seemed to have pity on him.
Exhaling sharply, he wiped his face with his hands one last time and looked around again but this time, fully conscious about his surroundings.
He eyed the clock at his side table. 4:30!
Sighing, he flung the duvet to the other side of the bed and tried to get up when his right hand felt the touch of something metallic on the edge of the bed.
He looked down frowning only to see a photo frame.
His jaw hardened and body turned rigid as he gripped the frame tightly in his cold hand and walked to the wardrobe with an aggressive speed.
Sliding the door open, he ruthlessly pushed the photo under his clothes as it this would eradicate hermemories from his mind, not only from his eyes.
Flinging some more clothes on the stack of outfits on the side of his wardrobe, he pulled out his black joggers, T-shirt and jacket.
Slipping into these, he put on his shoes and gripped his headphones before storming out of the house; hoping that at least this time, this cool morning breeze will give him some peace of mind.
He ran with some soft music playing in his ears, all oblivious of the outer world...maybe trying to focus more on himself.
He was however, well aware of the women, and to be honest even some men ogling him but he decided to carry on with his jogging, not paying attention to them.
He ran...and ran but nothing help! Nothing could help!
Breathing heavily, he bend down a little and placed his hands on his knees putting his entire body pressure on it.
His face facing straight into clear and serene view from the cliff. A glistening drop of sweat lingered on the side of his right eyebrow before falling on the ground noiselessly.
Still regulating his breathing, he sat down with his legs crossed and closed his eyes trying to feel the cool breeze. He inwardly requested it to take away all his grieve but it was as if unheard and the pain intensified. An unwelcomed tear slid down from the corner of his left eye.
