I Dreamed of Love

5. Situation & Consequences

ASHK’S POV:

I got out of his office as fast as I could and I do remember the day I met him. As the tears glazed my face and I hushed them back all so bitterly and made my way out, my phone rang. As I tried to find it with one hand in my bag and the other busy to hold the door open for me, I hiccuped with the tears strolling down. As I brought the phone upfront and saw the name glimmering, I wiped the tears and with trembling hands attended the call.

“Hello, Mia. Hey, honeybunch I missed you. I am missing you right now,” I tried to hush my emotions but the hoarseness of voice was clearly visible and her reply made it obvious “Why are you crying? You know I know when you do that?”

I hauled the taxi and as I sat down placing my bag by my side, I snickered “Just old memories washing by the shore. You tell me when are you coming to meet me. It’s been three years, Mia,” 

I heard a sigh on the other side as after a moment of silence I heard her say something out of the ordinary “I am coming back, Ashk. Please pray he doesn't find me,”

My lips curled into a smile but soon the smile faded as we both kept silent until she hung up. I know what her coming back means but one day she had to and now the day had come. For me, it came sooner but for her it was late. How late it depends upon the one that awaits her arrival.

As I gazed out of the taxi, I saw rain scrolling down the window and the memory of how I met him became visible like a rainbow hidden under clouds and became visible by light.

PAST

The translucent drops glided down the glass and as my gaze tried to innumerate them and then failed, I groaned in frustration. The clattering and the clacking around myself didn’t seem to bother me. For as in this very moment it was me against the twirls of memories, exhilarating and haunting somehow. I thrived on them. For every passing moment, they were the only ones that seemed to matter and as long as I don’t break the ties, my feet couldn’t take me any farther in life, but who really wants to move forward from the memories that seemed to fulfill my appetite to the brim.

As another drop made its way down and my gaze traced its path, a memory made me shiver with the emotions that swirled inside me with it.

“I don’t have admiration for rain,” I blurted out as my hands tried to trace the path of opaque water curves through the glass, but they still slipped away. A hand encircled my waist as someone sat behind, giving a sense of warmth that meant home, his arms were home to my being. Then a head rested itself on my shoulder as I heard him whisper “Why that so, dearest?” My hands trailed their path to his face as I grazed it lightly and whispered back “It’s just depressing in some way. Don’t you think? I think rain is a personification for blue as in sadness and gloom. Look at them gliding down, all so hastily. Like life being snatched slowly. Do you think otherwise?”

I heard a sigh and then his face slid off as he was in front with eyes gleaming with a smirk that he did disagree and whatever the reason was, it was worth hearing. “I may think otherwise, Hun. I think rain represents memory. Every drop has some remembrance to it. Wonder if someday I glide down the path of life and leave your hand all of the sudden. These droplets as if at that moment will always be a symbol of me, deep inside here” His voice and the words all so wonderful left his mouth, as his finger darted to my chest, or maybe my heart.

He didn’t keep his word as to when he glided down the path of life, my hand was not in his and all the memories were just excruciating. Every time it rained, it reminded me of him. How he betrayed me and left me without a word or so. A true love he might say and I might consider otherwise. I was sinking in the deep pool of memories when a voice, somewhat unknown to me, paddled me back “Mind if I may take a seat next to ya?” 

I gazed up to find a tall man all so toned and muscular, a mischievous grin could be seen swirling inside his blue orbs and that light blonde beard gestured that he was from a place where water was a symbol of life.  From the sharp jawline to the ripples that formed when he squinted, everything was delectable. 

I knew that he was the kind of man that halted the moving steps as the breaths became raspy and a weak smile started too plastered. He was handsome but not for me as behind the curtains of those sparkling orbs that gave a deflection that he was a man of words that were meant to be said to make you laugh, but behind those was loneliness, and that he hid quite well, but not for me. I couldn’t decide whether to let him sit or do the exact opposite and so I did “Why should you?”

“Yeah, you can have it all for you as I was just leaving,” and with that, I stood up and grabbed the stuff that made me wobbly, I glanced at him for the one last time and then crossed him over. I could feel his eyes gawking at my back but he did nothing. I knew he wanted to but didn’t, whatever the reason may be. Despite my utter efforts, I couldn’t cleanse my being from the smell that encircled him, of the sea and wet sand, of freedom and liberty. 

As my hand grabbed the exit door from one hand, I glanced back at him again as the urge in me to see the ripples of familiar emotions on his was inevitable. So as I turned and glanced a look at him, I found a deep smirk on his face that meant we would meet again, the situation and consequences wouldn’t matter, but still, we would meet again.

PAST ENDS

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