He's Mister Perfect...!!!

Chapter - 1 (Kashish's POV)

The sun had already set and it was dusk. My favourite time of each day. When I could peacefully walk into my house after all the chaos and simply have some 'us time'.

Us, the kind of love I feel when I talk about us is unexplainable. It's something beyond words can ever describe. But part of this us is broken for a few weeks. Or I must say, it had been broken for a few years. What happens when one of these 'us' is broken. Does it really breaks the whole feeling and emotion of 'us'? Can that ever be mend and brought back to life just like the old times? And what are one's duties when one of the 'us' gets damaged? Is it not my responsibility to repair that soul? However tough it may be, however much, the time it may take, but being a part of this 'us' I have certain responsibilities.

That's why, forgetting everything, I am just doing my duty. Because there's nothing else in this world which I love more than this 'us'. And I'm sure, with time, I'm going to get success in repairing 'us'. However, I don't feel that it's just my responsibility. I really want to do that with all my heart. So, hoping for a better evening, I unlocked the door and walked inside the main hall of our 1BHK flat.

I threw my bag onto the sofa on which I generally used to sit with a thump absorbing the heavenly fragrance of that lavender room freshener, which Arya had brought into the house while we went for shopping this month. But the loneliness of this hall bit me. And I knew that very instance that it wasn't a good sign.

Since I had brought Arya home and she has shifted with me, there had been some good days and some bad days for her. The best thing was she used to smile, she used to laugh at things, her work schedule didn't get affected superficially, but I had also seen her in the worse when she cried her heart out, clutching her mobile phone to her chest and begging me to just let her talk to him once.

Break-ups can be tough. However bad the relationship was, but the attachment remains which makes them tough. And when your best friend and the only soul which you feel a heavenly connection with, goes through that shit, it's you who feel her every emotion, every tear, and every bit of pain which comes with that feeling of absence. So, just like Arya, I was also struggling with her. I wanted her to be free from all sort of burdens, but there's a price which you have to pay for that freedom I guess. At least, she was courageous enough, who decided to pay that price and I'll respect her forever for that courage. And now, she needed me.

So, just like any other best friend, I am also doing what she needs. She just needs someone to be with her, someone with whom she can admit and accept every ounce of pain she feels. I had no one in my life since last 16 years except her. I have been with all the temporary people of my life, and she's the only constant. I don't know about a man being my soulmate ever, but I feel like best friends are actually soul sisters. The type of bond which is made in heaven.

So, brushing off all the thoughts and being as normal as I could be, I took a step forward, to knock at her door. I could hear a romantic Bollywood song playing inside, probably on her phone. And I knew that it was one of the worst days. She was missing him to the core.

I pulled up my courage and knocked, "Arya! Open the door."

Her broken voice answered, "Yeah, I'm coming."

As soon as she opened the door of our bedroom, I saw her empty eyes. She said before I could start with any of my attempts, "You know, I saw his picture today. One of our mutual friends have liked it and it showed up on my news feed. He wasn't looking okay."

I thought for a nano-second and said, "So, you want to know about his condition."

She covered her face with her palms as I stepped inside the room and started pacing towards the wardrobe, "Actually, I just want to know if he's alright. You know na Kashish, it's been a month. I don't know how's he managing everything."