Chapter 22To catch some fragment from her hands
That else wouldfall into the sands
And lie lost and disintegrate:
for this I wait: for this I wait.
— Beauty - Kenneth Slade Ailing
I’m sure Raj would return soon,’ Abhi tried once more to reassure Aashi.
Those days, the sentence had become more like a refrain for Abhi. Whenever he was with Aashi, he had to say it again and again, and at every time face her stark refusal to either believe or entertain any hope.
Yet Aashi needed to hear those words. She would admit no hope, but it was a relief still to see Abhi so steadfast in his. Even though she declared the words mere lip-service, blatant lie even, yet she hungered for them at all times. She hungered to hear Abhi say it. Somehow, it sounded so true and comforting when brought out alo
