Broken By him.

Chapter-32

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Adhira POV

This area was less chaotic. I don't know anything about this place. It would have been no surprise if I couldn't find anyone in this secluded place. But fortunately, there are some shops. Although most of the shops were closed with their shutter down.

I hurried to one small shop, where an old man was arranging some flowers.

"Excuse me" my voice came as hoarse and my throat ached with dryness. I realized I need water.

"Yes, Child" He spoke while still arranging those flowers without looking at me. Maybe he is also going to close his shop soon that is why he is arranging flowers. Umm, for the next day.

" I .. umm .. can .. I .. I use your Phone" I mumbled and he gave me full attention. Leaving his work, his eyebrows creased and he looked at me with worry.

"Oh, my God! Are you okay? What happened to you, my child? " His concerned voice soothed my pain.

"I...wanted to call somebody..Can I?" I whispered and smiled a little. I'm not particularly eager to bother somebody with my problems and tears so it is better to smile. Probably it gave him a little assurance that I was fine.

The world is full of hate, negativity, and problems and we don't want any more additions to that. So smiling and suffusing it with positivity and warmth is a better way to help.

"Of course, My child. " He said reciprocating my smile. He handed me his mobile phone.

I thanked him and thought for one second about whom should I call.

I only remember Papa and Masi's numbers. So I called them but it was switched off. There was no benefit of trying it again.

Now, who will help me?

I pondered hard over it and then I suddenly remembered Shivam Bhai. He would definitely help me. I remembered his number also and I called him.

A small smile formed on my lips and a ray of hope sparkled inside my heart.

But it again went to voicemail. Like earlier when I tried calling him for help after marriage.

Tears began to form in my eyes. I don't know where to go ask for help. I don't have anyone to turn to.

I handed the old man his phone back. He looked at me with worried eyes.

"Where do you live, Child?" He asked me sympathetically.

I can't go back. I don't know anyone except papa and masi. But then I don't know where I am.

But you know where they live.

My subconscious mocked me for my stupidity. I felt like my brain has stopped working or it had gone for an extended vacation. I sighed.

And told the old man my address. His eyes widened for a few moments making me anxious. Don't tell me you don't know about the address. Or worse that I am in a different world from them. I prayed in my mind. Please.

"Oh, my child. I also live there. I live one block away from this address." He smiled and crinkles formed at the end of his eyes.

I was happy and excited thinking I would be able to meet them. Praying for this old man internally.

"Can you please take me there? Please. I don...I don't know my way around here." I almost begged him. I was nervous that if he didn't take me there how I would be able to go there on my own. I wondered. I joined my hands together also so that I can convince him.

" No child, You don't need to say please. I will take you there. But" He started with a smile but he paused making my heart beat faster than it should. Please don't say no. My mind screamed. Tears started to form in my eyes. I felt so helpless.

"But I need to prepare for tomorrow. It will at least take 20 minutes. If you can wait..." I cut him off in between his completion of sentence. "I don't mind. I will help you" I said immediately and entered the shop.

It was small but cozy. It felt so nice to be there with so many colorful flowers and their fresh fragrance dominating my senses of smell. It felt so nice after so long.

I gently touched the petals of the lily and I felt myself melting on its smooth and velvety texture.

I helped him arrange and categorize flowers based on their family. This shop looked small but it had more than seven hundred species of flowers. It amazed me.

Soon we were done with everything and Uncle Peter pulled the shutter down of the shop.

He told me about himself. His name was Peter Brown and there is no one in his family. He lives alone.

Just like me. All alone.

We boarded a bus after walking for five minutes away from his shop. My feet had dried blood and several cut marks. And it was a huge task for me to stand properly. But I endured it otherwise he would be worried about me.

We made small talk while sitting on the bus. Mostly he told me about his wife who had passed away 2 years ago. And the way he talks and his eyes sparkle while talking about her just shows how much he loved her and how much her death has hurt him.

Will there ever be someone to love me like this?

Will there ever be someone who will cry when I will be no more?

And soon I was brought back from my thoughts as we reached our destination. Uncle Peter helped me to find my way back home.

I was standing outside the door of my house. My house.

I smiled and waved at Uncle Peter as he was insisting to wait until I get inside. But he looked tired and I don't want to be a burden on him. So after insisting on him so much, he gave up and walked to his own home.

I smiled as looked at my house after so long. After taking a good look, I pressed the doorbell.

I waited for someone to open the door. But there was no response.

I rang the bell one more time and this time I heard some shuffling from inside.

Finally. I sighed.

I heard the door opening and.....

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Hy and bye readers

I'm tired and meet you all tomorrow. But I feel very wrong to hang you at the cliffhanger but I can help...(smirk)...:D

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