Galatfahmi

Chapter Seven: Vacuum

RAJVEER

When he got up next morning, he found the bathroom door ajar. Happily he went in and took his peaceful bath. Later he fixed a light breakfast for himself. A huge part of him was not keen but still for a small of him he left one sandwich and one cup coffee for her. He was not that cold hearted after all. And the way she had left his space for himself only, he was happy.

But where was she? The door was locked so was his bedroom. Where she could be! Was she again hiding somewhere injuring herself? He just for his insecurities decided to check. And felt kinda light after watching her curled up on couch in study. His Study was not a big spaced room. It was small. Three cases and couch in middle. Fourth wall had door and nothing except it. In fact the table was also small and chairs were absent.

He contentedly left for his daily routine and classes.

He met shal who was suspicious about lock-breaking in infirmary. He held his tongue from abruptly uttering his own truth. He was the one who had stealthily intruded into her area of work. He talked with her little and left for his room soon.

Scenario  was same as morning. Empty room with no traces of her. He got refreshed and went to kitchen. There was food. And today he believed it was not shal' courtesy at all. It was she who was cooking.   Without a second thought he dug into his decorated plate and emptied it.

When he turned to fridge for getting a bottle, he spotted something.

Thanks. I know you'll not consider it worthy but still I want to thank you. I have a request. Next time if you see me like this, dont bother. There are only small cuts. And bleeding cant be severe to kill me. Its not like I am being ungrateful. Its just.....I dont want to add up your already heavy tensions.

Who could write this? Nobody but her...ofcourse.

He after reading the note scowled. Look at her attitude! He had not expected for a thanks. He had not even thought about it. But she being sophisticated modern woman was not going to leave this opportunity when she could show him her attitude again.

He went to his bedroom and fetched a sticky note. He wrote his reply and thought of some excuse to convey it to her.

Earlier there were agitation, anger and disgust between them but after last night it was just vacuum. Empty space with nothing in it. His suspects were proved. And there was nothing he could do about it. Hence the perfect way for living with less burden was not spotting her anymore. Hence neither he dared to go out of his bedroom nor she dared to come out of study when both were alone.

But he needed to send his reply. She had to see it.

Hence he brewed coffee for himself and after filling one more cup he left for study. She was standing in the south corner of room. With support of book case. She was lost somewhere.

Sensing the perfect opportunity he put the cup down and left as soon as possible.

He soon engrossed himself in his files and work. Ministry had viewed his report and within next week he was going to have a reply. KMA needed extension be it in faculty or tools. He had written to ministry about it. And BC being aware of this had requested him to prepare a list for necessary essentials.

He started working....but soon his mind drifted towards her.

The way she had reacted after his confrontation was really surprising and kind of strange. She had hurt herself. As if she was trying to scrub herself. Too rub off something...because there was no scratch on her hands. And perhaps she had struck her head with something in bathroom. Though band aid had helped in healing but still there was something left. And she never bothered about her injuries.