~ A tale of a friendship crushed and an affection triumphed ~
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Shravan and Suman, Childhood best friends, inseparable so to say. Suman, a feisty and hot headed girl, her only goal in life, to be ac...
It's been about a month since I last uploaded. Sincere apologies. I had promised to wrap this up soon and then I'm completely off circuit. I'm doing my best to get you guys timely updates, but it just isn't working out. Anyway, here's hoping that 'time' is a bit more understanding to me. Until then, I value your patience.
Thank you for your lovely comments on the pervious part. I haven't been responding, but your comments mean the world to me. I'm glad you all are enjoying the journey so far. The past few updates, even though layered have been majorly light-hearted. Fluff all over the place. It's time to get down to business. Don't worry, fluff will stick around, just that, there are facets in the story we need to cover.
Which bring us to this update. Nazakat, meaning delicateness or finesse. It could be of a person or of relationships. Or life in general. So, without much ado, let's get on with this.
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Her face was a clear testament of the war that brewed within her. She failed at keeping the stress away from her visage. Seated across his bed, her lips pressed into a thin line, she looked on to his tired form laced with ghostly pallor. The calmness from last night ebbed away, giving way to fear and hurt.
She noticed how his chest rose painfully and fell languidly. He was struggling to breath and if the physician's words rang true, he was merely suffering from a minor chest infection. Her mind drifted to the phone call weeks ago and panic rose in her like the sun, defiant and certain.
It was an infection that started it all and she couldn't help but imagine this being a déjà vu. Her eyes were lacklustre and the dark circles around them were proof of lack of sleep. She walked towards him and examined him closely. His laboured breathing was punctuated with heavy wheezing. She winced at the struggle he was being subjected to.
He stirred and turned towards her. His consciousness lost in deep slumber. His brows were furrowed and multiple creases formed on his face owing to the frown that exhibited agony. She felt incapacitated as helplessness tightened its shackles constricting her chest.
She lightly caressed his arm as though passing on her strength to him. Now that she gazed outside the window, she saw the first rays of the sun peek through the dense clouds. Eustace walked in with a tray, "It's time for Master Shravan's medication. I brought some warm toddy, it should help with recuperation."
She smiled and thanked him. Taking the tray from his hands she placed it on the side table. "Eustace?" she began. "Can we speak?"
He nodded and walked behind her towards the balcony. She shut the doors behind them taking in Shravan's mildly shivering form.
