Forever: The phone call | Part 2 | Complete

Chapter 26

Author's note
Hello readers, it jas been a long time since I wrote an author's note.
As difficult as it sounds, the story is coming to an end. Few chapters are left and my exams are approaching and I don't want to pause the story. So I'll be double updating for this week and next two weeks. Hope you like how the story is ending and hope you remember Abhaas and Ahana forever.

It is 3pm and I'm in the library. I've been applying to all the possible outstation universities. I just want to run away from all these people, run away from Abhaas. I have kept my phone on silent mode. That way I see how many calls I'm getting and won't have to disturb the library or pick up the call.

The score is

3 Ulka
3 Snehal
7 Nihav
4 Mom
1 Dad

I've got 4 messages from Ulka and Snehal, one each from Ishaan and Yash.

The girls are telling me that I should go back and then we'll kill Abhaas together, while the guys are asking me to come and talk. Either way, I'm taking the third option of being oblivious.

Library was one place that hardly any people knew I visited, it was far from the hospital and it had a cafe next to it. I had money so all my needs were being taken care of.

I got a text from Snehal. It read that Abhaas was getting discharged by evening and they were going to have dinner together at Snehal's place. She asked me to be there by 8.

As if that's happening.
Rather I'd say she helped me by telling me the right time to safely reach home and lock my bedroom without meeting anyone.

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It was exactly 8:15 when I left the library. I took a cab back home and landed at the entrance. I couldn't be happier than this to see my house dark and empty. Even the entrance lights were turned off. So I knew there was nobody in. Enjoy your dinner people, I'm not meeting you anytime soon. As I entered the house and locked the door behind, I did a little victory dance. Like a ballet dancer, I danced in the passage and entered the kitchen. I had to pick up few snack and juice items just in case.

With a tray full of goodies, I climbed the stairs to my room. I opened the door, closed it behind me and then turned.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" I screamed.

The tray in my hands landed on the floor and the person I wanted dead was sitting on my bed. Abhaas had some wounds covered in cotton and doctors tape on his left hand and a dressing on his forehead. As against the earlier expressions of anger on his face, he was pretty docile.

His eyes shone glassy and he was definitely hiding something behind him. Maybe a gun to kill me. So be it, I'm tired of life anyways.

I asked him,
“What are you doing here?"
He was quiet. The plain white t-shirt that he was wearing didn't do much in hiding his bandages. He winced as he got up from the bed, his slightly wet hair telling me that he'd recently bathed. There was a box behind him and he brought it to me with efforts.

“Hit me." He said.
" Excuse me!” I exclaimed.
" Hit me with these." Saying that he opened the box and peeping from inside were my sports shoes. The same that I threw on him two years ago.
“You kept them?" I asked, all surprised at this gesture.

If more people like Abhaas happen to be in our society then there will be ghosts keeping the knives that stabbed them and rope loops that they choked on as souvenirs.

“Hit me Ahana!" He repeated.
“Why? You are hurt enough already.”
" Hit me because I deserve it. I really do. I was a douchebag back then and I was falsely accusing you of many things which I had no right to do. I'm frustrated but that doesn't mean I can lash at you. So punish me, hit me. Hit me with the same right and might that you did two years ago. Hit me like you mean it, hit me like you want to hurt me, like you want me to pay for my mistakes, like you want to love me.”