The no moon day was there and I was waiting for the clock to hit 10 from the morning. I wore my best cloth, done my best makeup, and curl my hair. I was panicking what if that night was just an illusion of mine? What if he won't come? I was prepared but in panic. The clock was moving slow and my dad was calling me for dinner despite telling him that I wasn't hunger. The clock just hit 9, still, 1 hour was left for him to come but what if he comes early? 'I won't eat food now dad, please put my share on the table I will go and eat it once I gain my appetite', I shouted. Then his prattle stopped coming. My complete focus was on the window from where he used to come. It was so silent there that even the clock ticking was heard aloud. I was listening to every second and a second never was so s
