BROKEN - to be healed by her (manan ff)✔️

79 : Twisted ties!

Manik's pov:

      Everything I felt at the moment was extremely difficult to decipher and put it down to a box of certain emotion, walking past the huge entrance into the vicinity felt almost like walking back to the part of my life abandoned by me, the one which I swore to never look back at..but you know the thing about fear, the more you run from it, it slaps right at your face and so it did.

My sympathetic system knew no bounds I could feel my heart shudder with every step I took down the pathway nearing foyer. Everything thing came rushing back those peaceful giggles, the theatrics, those harmless bickering, this pathway was the one where I fell, got up, cried, threw a hundred tantrum at dadu and di while learning to ride a bicycle.

I wished to chuckle at the fondest memory and weep at the deepest lows but nothing seemed to greet me in any way neither a laugh nor a mockery filled snort, with idled steps I kept moving as a part from my childhood played before me like a Theater play it felt so alien yet so close that it was almost petrifying.

Nandini's step beside me were obvious but something in me failed to acknowledge those, like a lost child in a humongous deserted hallway of a gigantic mansion I walked, each step heavier than the last the soked with vivid emotions dominated by fear.

Soon enough walking past the vague trail of memories I managed to reach the foyer of a place where it all started and where a part of me ended...

The air around only vibrated the sound of my shallow breaths, for someone without asthama this is the closest I could get to experience what an asthmatic person felt like when suffocated whilst the pump lay out of their reach and as they struggled to get their hand on it someone kept playing the mischief of pulling it an inch away.

I struggled to feel a thing in me neither my legs nor my arms or for that matter even an inch of myself, Just kept standing blank absolutely devoid of anything and so was what I felt.

" Manik.." seconds passed maybe even minutes but I realized none, it was Nandini's disrupted voice that made through all my chaos.

"huh..?" throwing an unsure glance her way I kept looking as if asking for her to direct me.

" We have to...open the door please." her muffled voice reached me running through her dried throat as she handed me the keys heedfully while her eyes never left mine as if speaking a language of their own, yelping assurance at me.

" I..." that was the moment when I realized how arduous thing as mundane as talking could get, those traitor words decides to ditch you when you need them to save your life. She blinked at me in assurance while I continued gazing in reluctance.

A part of me knew that everything beyond this threshold was going to change something, so drastically that it held the authority to make me question the believes that I had held onto my dear life.

I have no certain recollection of my body and mind being so uncoordinated, with extremely shivering fingers and a few miss I managed to insert the key in the keyhole my breathing ramped, unorganized almost felt like I was fighting to get a lump of air down my lungs and back.

The door creaked and so did a part of me shun years ago, my clumsy palms rested with utter hesitancy on the door and just like that with mere collection of actions the door parted away and there it was, everything I feared looking right into my soul, that gigantic chaos of the mehra mansion.

It was hard, unfortunately I wasn't strong enough to get in and act like this wasn't affecting me at all I wasn't. I could feel my insides quivering, my legs giving up and heart falling with just a glance at this misery for a house. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore that I was loosing my breath and my will power I felt a warm palm embracing my cold ones in a firm grip.