Whispers of Desire----Part 5
"I don't want to marry you"
Anika's words rang loudly in his ears as he stood at the entrance of his
never-to-happen wedding venue with his downcast family, to personally apologize
to the invited guests. As near dear ones expressed regrets Vihaan stared with a
cold nothingness. "You are a no-one"...echoed in d empty coffin of his now
hollow heart. As the final guest left and as soon as he turned, he caught sight
of his teary eyed grandmom. "I will be fine..." he said grasping her hands... "Only
if u promise not to cry." The hint of hope on her face gave him d courage to
make his way to his room without collapsing. "You suffocate me" Vihaan stood
up. "You live in the past" He started pacing the room furiously. "You are a
fool to believe love is all it needs" He balled his fist and was about to smash
it on the mirror...when suddenly his old scar of the same action revealed
itself. It was healing?...How surprising,...he hadn't even... The previous
day rewinded itself on his worn mind and he tightened his fist to an extent
when the veins forced themselves open and bled freely. Some wounds should never
be allowed to heal.
Bulbul had got to know about d
cancelled wedding on her way and had proceeded to lecture her colleague about
how sceptical she had always been. After her partner turned quiet with all d
snubbing, Bulbul thought bitterly that she had found that out the hard
way...that even as men and women set their lives ablaze...even as they
sneak and cheat and kill and die and rip apart their fragile worlds...they
were fighting for a lie. In the end, love does no good.
Vihaan woke up as if he had never slept. He wanted time to
fly by...and shave off moments of his life so fast...dat his mind
becomes too numb to realize d weight of d stone heart that he had to carry
lifelong. Breakfast tasted like ash and his eyes strained to see colour. On his
way to Jatin's office, from the corner of his eyes he saw d shamiana being
pulled down and his pounding heart kicked d fragile cavity of his heart. But by
the time he was ready to step into his new workplace, he had successfully
filled himself with emptiness and a fierce desperation. A desperation that
was soon turning into frustration. He had wanted Jatin to allow him a
commoner's place in his office with absolutely no special favours, Now this
obviously involved reaching in time, but given d crowd in d lift which forced it
to stop in almost each of d 21 floors, it seemed an impossible dream. Finally
after d 15th floor, when d lift was empty with just one another
lady with him; vihaan heaved a sigh of relief.
Bulbul had her worst day. Professionally
she had gathered important information about sale of underage girls, from a tip
off she had received late last night. But being up the whole night and d plight
of helpless young souls tormented her and now she had to report to duty in her
under-cover dress of a revealing tube-top and dagger sharp heels. "15th
floor" Bulbul groaned mentally. Six more floors to go...six more minutes she
had to stand on d tip of d world. The mere thought shot up a sharp pain, and so
she decided to remove it. "Better walk bare feet" And deciding to ignore d one
another man in d lift, she lifted her foot up and had just slid off her stilettos,
when she lost balance and had to slide aside d lift wall to stop herself
falling for d 3rd time within 24 hrs.
I know its short...but i wnat d next part to b continous...gear up for some mushy moments between ViBu...π³
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