What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 76

(Warning: mature content)

"Good to have you back Mrs. Sharma." Maria says as I walk into Harry's house.

The flight back to L.A. was very long, tiring and exhausting as hell. I left from Mumbai as soon as the final rituals for Salman were over, which was two days ago. I could not stay there any longer. The longer I waited, the more suffocated I felt. Every single thing reminded me of Salman. Even my own bedroom was a dangerous reminder of how he used to lie down and cuddle with me. How we would just sit up all night and try to finish novels. How he'd come and help me study or finish my assignments and calm my jitters down one day before the exams.

I smile at Maria and roll my suitcase into the living room, where Rose is sitting and watching cartoons on the T.V.

"Harry told us about your friend. I am really sorry for your loss." She says in a thick Spanish accent. She gives me a sympathetic smiles and pulls me into a tight hug. I my eyes burn as tears threaten to leak. I blink a few times to hold them back.

"Thank you." I say as it becomes extremely hard for me to speak. Infact, I've hardly spoken since the day Salman passed away.

"Take care and stay strong mi querido." She pulls away.

Stay strong is what I've been hearing from everyone that I've met.

It's easier said than done. How do I do that? How do I stay strong? I've even Google that to find the answer desperately. And Google told me that I should find a away to distract my mind and accept the reality. So I did exactly that. I bought a ticket back to L.A. The latter part, I couldn't. Accept the fact that Salman is no more? Every thought, every memory, every bloody stupid thing reminds me of him, reminds me that I won't ever be able to see that smiling face anymore, that I've lost him forever. How does a person cope up with it? Does it become easier as the time passes by? Or would I get used to it?

"Would you like to eat something?" Maria asks kindly.

I shake my head with a smile, "No, Maria. I had a sandwich earlier." I lie. I don't remember when was the last time I had a proper meal. I don't feel hungry at all.

"I'll be up in my room, if you need me." I speak softly and make my way to the stairs. I heave the suitcase and climb up. I walk to my bedroom, but before I open the door, my eyes land on Aliya's bedroom door. Anger surges through me. She didn't even call me or attend Salman's funeral. She knew how important Salman is to me. She knew! And yet she didn't come.

I walk over to her door and open it, ready to scream at her. But the room was empty. She wasn't there. I look at the time in my wrist watch. It's four in the afternoon. She's probably out at the studio.

Well, when she comes home, I'll give her a peace of my mind. Or rather, a silent treatment. I'll not speak to her at all! Let her make the first move.

I walk back over to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I put the suitcase on the side and slump back on the bed. I have never felt this tired, yet I don't feel tired at the same time. I want to sleep, don't feel sleepy. Honestly, I don't know what it happening to me. I feel like I might just go crazy.

"Aditi?" I hear someone call my name.

"What?" I groan as I turn to the other side. Aliya stands at the door, looking at me with sympathy.

"I'm so sorry." She walks slowly over to my bed and sits down on the edge.

I sit up quickly, ready to blast at her but as soon As I see her face clearly, I stop myself. She looks horrible. She looks skinnier with dark bags under her eyes. A guilty look on her face.