Looking out at the sky, she allowed her tears to flow, yet not a sob was heard, as memories rushed past engulfing all her senses.
The frigid morning wind blew coolly scattering her hair, hindering her vision yet her eyes remained focused not leaving the rising sun that would mark the beginning of a new day.
The faint sound of an alarm ringing could be heard, her mind begged her to ignore it yet her brain alert was awash with a sudden wave of emotions. Her lips formed one word in a hushed whisper, "Kapil."
Minutes past and time stood still for her, frozen enraptured in her thoughts of him alone.
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Far away, from his home, he sat holding his script the only thing that dared, at the moment, be his best friend.
He squinted at the papers as he attempted to concentrate yet his heart wouldn't let him focus.
He was trying hard to forget wishing it all away but nothing changed it were as if his mind was stuck in a cyclone and he knew even if he tried to escape, it would result in his death.
Tearing his unfocused gaze from his script, he got up to gaze out at the sky lost in thought.
Memories bombarded his vision ran throughhis mind flashing through his eyes, these eyes had once been so bright in love and for someone now appeared dull and distraught.
His hand muscles twitched suddenly tightening into a fist as her all too familiar teary face came into view.
The blood drained from his hand. His anger consumed him. In a sudden fit of rage, cursing, he flung the unread script towards the end of the room hoping that it would calm him, give him any sort of reprieve but ultimately failing to subdue the storm raging within.
Amidst the sound of papers fluttering around him, he could still see her hurt eyes,those eyes that told him everything without saying a word. The windows to her soul. "Damn it!" he screamed aloud, in an enraged deep husky voice. "Why do you always do this to me!? His tone softening to a anguished whisper "Why?"
He looks up once more at the sky, the cool icy wind sending chills through his bones, his hair ruffling in the wind, his gaze penetrating and deep.
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Hours have past she had eaten nothing she had not even touched a drop of water which her throat was now aching for.
Determination and blinding love was what fueled and controlled her thoughts.
Holding the phone in her hand she went now out on the balcony allowing the arctic winds to numb all her emotions just waiting for it to ring.
Every 5 minutes for the past hour she had tried, tried phoning him on her second attempt she had been successful.
His deep throaty voice had burnt through the phone, whispering in her ear as if he were really there next to her.
His voice brought an involuntary chill of pure pleasure down her spine.
Lost in the moment caught by want she had allowed his voice to wash over her, keeping silent saying nothing at all.
After not hearing a reply he had merely disconnected the phone, not knowing that on the other side of the phone line was the woman who consumed his every thought.
Like a true addict now redialing the number allowing it to ring her heartbeats soften and quicken her breaths quicken and become unsteady coming out in short gasps she reaches for the railing he picks up his baritone voice reverberating through her, "Hello?"
That same deep voice engrained in her soul, her mind wanders thinking of the phone clenched in his large masculine hands reminding her of his firm hold.
She doesn't reply, and seconds turn into minutes. Her heart beats increasing with every second becoming more and more erratic.
He is becoming irritated he had told his PA that his mobile had been continuously ringing for the past hour every five minutes.
Speaking once more, unable to disguise the irritation in his voice he asked once again "Hello? Who is this?"
Hearing no reply, he is just about to put the phone down when he hears a soft intake of breath he freezes.
No matter how small the sound he would always recognize it, it was "hers".
Holding now the phone firmly to his ears scared to loose contact yet still angry with her.
Walking towards his window, dismissing his secretary from the room, opening it and entering out onto the balcony.
Pausing saying nothing but then he breaks the hush, whispering softly the one word, which had always robbed her of her conscious state when he alone said it.
His breathing is deep and husky, "Sumona?"
to be continued...
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