Dried Lilies, Withered Hearts And A Lonely Path

•Chapter-2• Lonely and forsaken

She was standing in a beautiful spacious balcony leaning against the glass railings staring down at a dwarf world in motion beneath her. She adored the city full of lights, looking breathtakingly beautiful against the dark night.

The various hues of lights contrasting against the monochromatic night. It was relaxing looking at things below and above the dark clouds hiding the treacherous moon. The cold breeze caressing her flushed soft skin.

Sighing, she went and settled herself on the hanging bed and continued gazing at her city. Her short strapless white dress, her curly midnight black tresses, her soft luscious pink lips drawn in a pout of displeasure as she waited for her love's return.

And somehow Khushi could relate, she had also spent her nights out in her husband's balcony waiting for her dear husband's return, worrying for him. She had spent countless nights out on a cold night, waiting for her husband's return.

Like this girl, she didn't have all these expensive luxuries. She had to sleep on the cold floor because her husband's family thought she was a homewrecker. Because his Dadi couldn't accept her. Because they thought she was the culprit of his sister and he wasn't beside her. He didn't shield her from his family. He is still unaware of his family's atrocities against her. He kept on stating she was his friend's culprit when he was her biggest culprit.

When he claimed to love her yet he wasn't even there to protect her. To stand up for her. He could see the pain of the world but he never saw the pain in her eyes.

She watched as someone leaned on the glass door gazing at the girl and suddenly, she felt very afraid for the girl's safety.

She watched frozen in time. She watched like an intimate background relic as he slowly made his way towards the girl. His steps making no sound, he was as stealthy as a predator making his way towards its prey.

She stared alarmed as he tied something against the girl's neck. She was sure he was going to strangle her to death. She was sure the girl was going to die lonely screaming for help awaiting her absent love.

Just like her.

All alone.

But to her utter surprise, the man leaned in nuzzling and placing soft kisses on the side of her neck, tracing the line leading to her ear.

"A heart for my heartbeat, " she heard him whisper lovingly to the girl.

And then gasped watching the blue heart-shaped crystal glowing in the dark. It looked so beautiful, more beautiful than the one she noticed at the display of a jewelry store. The necklace she desired so badly yet couldn't tell her husband about due to the recent bitterness and estrangement between them.

"I'm still angry on you" She heard the whispered grumbling of the girl and watched almost dazed as the girl turned away from the guy.

Their faces strangely veiled to her. She was seeing them yet she truly wasn't. It was strange in a way dreams were.

And she didn't understand why she was dreaming about this? Or how the girl could still be angry with her husband. It was clear he was sorry and work was important.

"I'm sorry, Jaan. You know how irritating I find all that stuff but still work is work" he apologized to her sincerely sneaking his arms around her waist.

Pulling her with him as he sat on the hanging chair with the girl on his lap.

"You know, I don't like it when you're so late. I worry, " the girl whispered turning a little to wrap her arms around his neck as she rested her head on his chest.