Under Her Mercy

Nightmares

Imagine a day.

You woke up with a mild headache ; probably because of the hangover of the last night. Beside you was sitting a woman , for whom you had fallen (which you shouldn't have) - patiently waiting for you to wake up. For the whole morning that woman spoke to you nicely ( of course her standard of being 'nice' is a little better way of talking than being rude) and then she bid you goodbye as you left for office.

And then, at your office, she paid a visit (which is enough of a bad news). But because of your excellent luck, after some moments you managed to get trapped in between her and your abusive ex.

Nothing can be better than it I guess. One is always claiming you as her own dog, and the other is abusive.

Pushing the large glass door open, my eyes immediately fell on the man tapping his foot impatiently standing beside the reception.

That same uncombed hair, those same bright eyes behind those large full rimmed glasses, that same short boxed beard, that same familiar maroon shirt and black trousers. That same man with whom I had spent some of the most precious and memorable years of my life. That same man, whom I'd thought to be the only person left in my life...whom I could call family.

But something had changed by then. The warmth I had for that man in my heart had changed, dynamically. Actually I felt nothing, finding Kabir standing before me. I wasn't happy, I wasn't even angry. To be honest, I was actually worried. And the funniest part was that I wasn't even worried for Kabir, I was worrying about Saranya's reaction.

I never knew two weeks could change certain equations so dynamically.

For a moment it was hard to believe that I was having no contact with this man for nearly two weeks . This man, whom I used to think as the only one person left in my life to call anything near to family, seemed like just a headache to me.

And when noticing me, that man came running in my direction to greet me with an embrace, and I didn't even feel the urge to wrap my arms around him - I understood that I had actually moved on. Whatever fucked up things were going on in my already wretched life - I had stopped counting Kabir in it.

"Where have you been? Do you know how worried I was?" Burying his face in the crook of my neck, Kabir's grip tightened around my waist. To be honest, he was actually sounding pretty concerned. But I kept standing like a plastic doll, trapped in between his big arms, patiently waiting for him to loosen his grip.

Though I remembered to immediately return the hug of a woman last night ; who had been literally claiming me like her pet dog for the last two weeks.

"I took a break ; from work ; from the chaotic shits... " Sighing I answered rather indifferently, in the hope that it would finally convince Kabir to break his 'patch-up' hug.

"You could have informed me for once ... you know how anxious I was?" Pulling away from me, Kabir asked me.

To him it was still so obvious. To him he still had control over me... but to me he had already turned into a no-one. "You are looking sober..."

Kabir just nodded in confusion listening to me. Probably my reaction was not matching with his expectations.

For a second or two both of us kept looking at each-other, quietly - like two pieces of a chess board, thinking about our next moves.

"You skipped office?" Adjusting the scarf around my neck, I finally broke the silence. My fingers felt the coldness of the metal ring around my neck.

Focus. He is no one. Even she is no one. Don't get sandwiched between them. The only thing that matters is survival. At least, she doesn't abuse you physically... well she doesn't even abuse me mentally.