Hell to Love

Chapter 13

Things weren’t on their usual place. The pen holder and files were lying all over the floor. Water was spilled on the table. Chairs weren’t on their usual place.  

I took a slow step ahead, my eyes searching Rihaan.

“Sir?” I said nervously.

Rihaan please be fine. I prayed.

I reached his table. I looked around for any trace of him. I slowly started walking around the table, my fingers gliding on the smooth surface.

I was growing impatient with each passing moment.

I had just crossed the corner of his table when someone’s hand came in view. I froze. My feet were about to give their way. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. A similar feeling enveloped me. This can’t be happening. I can’t face this again. There was piercing feeling in my chest.

I bent over to him. He was lying there on his stomach, motionless. Tears started flowing down my cheeks. This can’t be happening again. I can’t handle this again.

“Rihaan,” my voice came out hoarse, almost a whisper.

I shook him slightly, turning him over.

“Rihaan,” this time a bit loudly. I shook him fiercely this time,

“Rihaan, wake up! I can’t loose you again! Please wake up!” I shouted pleadingly, shaking him continuously.

My brain had stopped working. I had no clue what to do. History was repeating itself.

Ivy, you can’t let go of him again. I heard a faint voice addressing me. It was like a wake-up call.

I quickly got to my feet. Hurriedly I picked up the glass through which the water was spilled. There was still some of it left. I sprinkled some on his face and shook him fiercely.

“Rihaaaaannnn!” I shouted repeating the process.

He creased his eyebrows a bit. He was regaining his consciousness.

“Thank god you are okay!” I said, more to myself. I hugged him tightly. Tears refused to stop for even a second.

“Ivy?” I heard him say, it was barely a whisper.

“I’m here,” was all I could say. I sighed with relief.

“I can’t breathe,” he said tapping my shoulder slightly. It was then I realized I was holding him, too tightly.

I let him go, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Ivy, this isn’t the first time you’ve hugged him. My mind tried to reason out.

It’s been a long time mini-me. I said sadly.

Rihaan looked sexy even in his worn-out state. His hair were messed up. His tie was hanging loose from his neck. He wasn’t wearing his blazer. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. I wish I could kiss those perfectly shaped lips once again.

I wish you could love me, once again. I wish!

He slowly sat up and closed his eyes. I slowly touched his arm.

“Are you ok?” I asked slowly.

He just nodded in response. He opened in eyes to meet mine. They portrayed an emotion which I couldn’t quite recognize. It was like he was searching for something, something familiar.

We sat there for god knows how many minutes, lost in each other.

Our trance was broken by a brief knock on the door.