Ishita stood there numb. her heart stammering hard and she forgot to breath. there he is after seven long years, there, standing at the elevator completely drunk and out of senses. her mind stopped working for minutes. until he stepped in. her heart screamed to run away from there but her legs abandoned her. they refused to move. she can now smell him or smell his alcohol. his favourite brand!
He stood beside her and she tried to move away, escape but no. this man stopped her rather pushed her to the wall. he wanted her to be his deceased wife. his support and love. but calling her names for running away. she for once wanted to forget all that happened, all the pain. she wasn't even listening to him clearly. all the memories flood through her. the bad and the worst but the dominating one is the love for her love.
She loved him with all the heart. he loved her more may be she thought. he always stood by her side. he pampered, cared and loved her more than anyone. she felt lucky for all the love he showered on her. she was elated to have him in her life. he shouted too. but she let him.
yes, in the starting years, she stood against him, against him taking her for granted. for not caring her respect. Later she became a typical woman for a man. She thought he was venting his anger and stood by him when he needed. but they overlooked it was going on board. that was how they were. overlooking their pains and insults for the sake of others.
he is pressing her now between him and the steel wall. she felt him all over her. she wanted to push him back. yes she loved him but this is just not right. she did not feel all this happening to be right. She wanted a decent talk. like the adults which they never did. she wanted a closure. for her for her past. he might hurl accuses at her but she will not let that now. She had had enough heart wrenching years. she just wants a closure for the beautiful past which hanged bitterly in the middle when she chose to run away from him.
She carried him to the room she is living. she contemplated the move. A part of her was afraid for his reaction. what would he do? will he shout? ask her to get out? well, this is her room. So will he walk out? or does he just strangle her out.
she did not know. Frankly, she did not even know what she precisely wanted from him. she wanted an apology may be. or does she want him to say all his love was fake all those years and she was just a nanny. Huff!!! She is a mess.
He stirred in his sleep. his head thronged and his hand went to his forehead. this hangover, God. He tried to remember the last moments. Oh hell! he was drunk for her. he got up with a jolt. he looked at his surroundings gasped audibly seeing her in the couch on the other corner of the room. he tried to avert his gaze. but he could not. such was her power on him. he loved her so much and he could not dare to look away lest she disappears!
She looked at his expressions. he was shocked for sure. not often does a dead member returns. but then his eyes became soft. don't he have questions?
he finally averted his gaze and leaned back on the head rest. his head falling back and eyes closed. he tried to stop his tears. some part of him knew they would meet. but in private and in silence? he never anticipated that. he tried to remember the last night. he have flashes of what transpired. he was not completely drunk not to remember what he was saying. but neither had complete grip on his words. he took a long breath.
" I'm Sorry."
"huh?"
he looked at her. she was shocked. she might not have expected his this version. he chuckled.
Ishita is now a complete goner. when he leaned back she doubted whether he was feeling hallucinated seeing her here. then he looked like trying to stop his tears. then sorry ? and he smiles at her at the end? is she hallucinating all this?
