Bepannah | Jenshad

Unexpected News |Chapter 03

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Wind blows through her brown curls as she closes her eyes enjoying the crisp and cold air of Mussorie, a glass of hot coffee in her hand and her phone sitting beside her. It had been long time since she had breathe of fresh air - both in terms of the pollution in the air of Mumbai and the air in her life.

Sitting on the swing in her frontyard she was still getting used to the reality that she was free of Karan. Only for a short while - her mind poked in reminding her of her future, reminding her of the fact that she will have to see him again, be with him and live with him.

But she dismisses the thought, pushes it far away in the corner of her mind not wanting to think about it, to worry about it right now. Because if she does-if she starts thinking about it then she will go deep into the events of the past, will go into the knick knacks of her and Karan and her mistakes and his punishments and her harsh endurance and his cruelty. And her past, her reality of life and her impeding future would kill her, would make her feel numb like it once did, would suffocate her more than she already is and she really doesn't want to relive the feeling of disappointment, feeling of distaste and disgust.

So, she locks the thought of Karan and meeting him after the wedding, shoves them because she wants to enjoy her short lived freedom, wants to make beautiful memories that will help her relieve her past flashbacks and will help her endure her harsh reality. This is the perfect medicine for all her wounds - a four weeks of worth memories to cherish for lifetime, atleast till the day she dies.

Their is a honk from outside the yard and she opens her eyes, ridding herself of her thoughts blinking them. She finishes up her drink setting it on the white wooden table infront before getting up. A smile forming on her lips as she knows it's her bestfriend,Naihal.

Naihal has been her saviour she think, has always been as she walks towards her car. The way she remembers her bestfriend to be this girl who was alway full of live, spreading smiles everywhere she would go, with her Jennifer would forget about her pain, about her sorrow. She would give Jennifer her shoulder to lean, to cry on or to hold it as the pillar to build herself up. And she is still the same girl, now a woman but nothing has changed, she sounded the same only more womanly, talked the same as she had done for years, as if Jennifer hadn't been touched with her for over three years. And somehow Jennifer is greatful that she doesn't hate her, is angry or disappointed in her and treats her the same way she did all those years ago. Atleast, she knows this from the phone conversation she had last night.

Naihal, had been there for Jenny for a long time and although she doesn't know, but today also she is there for her in a way.

And Jennifer is thankful to her in all the ways she will never be able to say.

She sits in the passenger seat closing the door before turning towards her bestfriend since childhood. The only other bestfriend she had apart from him.

Before she can utter a single word she is pulled into a tight hug, that makes her want to break then and there, makes her want to share her misery and her pain just like the way she wanted to with her mother. But she holds back yet again, gulps the lump in her throat as the tears spill out of her eyes unable to control herself. Tears of joy about seeing her friend once again, tears because of the fact that she is been forgiven, tears of the pain she will never be able to share and the tears of warmth she feels from her as she rubs her hand over Jenny's back.

They pull away and Jennifer breaks into a laugh wiping away her tears as she watches Naihal do the same. They both smile at each other, just sitting there in the car for sometime having their own little silent conversation. And before Jennifer knows it Naihal pulls the car out and starts driving.