Part 64
Tomorrow, things would be different for between them. Tomorrow, he will not hurt because of her anymore. And for the first time in months, she felt the lightness in her chest.
He hugged her tightly. And just like that she tucked closer. She fell asleep with his skin keeping her warm, and his scent intoxicating her.
When she woke up, her arms immediately reached out for him, to cuddle in his chest and hug him, as if it was second nature for her to do that. But all she felt was the cold sheet and the empty space he left.
She opened her eyes and found him gone. She felt a deep sense of loss like someone just pulled her soul out. Far worse than when the doctor told her, she lost a year of her memories.
She didn’t know how long she lied on the bed, just staring at the ceiling, trying to get the image of Maan, as well as his scent and the feel of his skin, out of her head.
What’s worse, she was trying her damn best not to feel this… black hole inside her chest. This was new to her. she didn’t know why she felt like this, but damn! She hated it.
She wondered if Maan felt like this now. Maybe even worse. And she wonder how he hasn’t brought himself to hate her yet. She would definitely hate herself if she made herself feel like this.
She stood up from the bed and put on a PJs. She stared at the bed they laid in last night. Images of the passion they shared flashed through her mind. She remembered his scent again, his warmth, the way he screamed her name and some time misty..
She lazily walked to the kitchen. She found that he had taken his box with all his belongings. Then his check was on top of the table, along with house keys and a note.
She felt a stab of pain in her heart again. Something she cannot name wanting her to cry. she actually cried in deep pain.
He had returned her money in full. The whole nine yards. And that made her feel sad again, as if she just severed another connection with him. Now more than ever, she felt that pulling the investment was a bad idea. It was the wrong decision. Jiji was right. she would regret what she did.
He didn’t even take the compensation pay that was stated in that contract. It was not a small amount. People would sell themselves for that money. She would have to pay him.. If he went to court.
Instead, she remembered how he cupped her face and pressed a kiss on her forehead, and told her that he already owes her for helping him get back up on his feet, and that was enough for him.
She made herself a cup of tea and sat on the deck.
He saw the guitar and read the note..
Don’t ever stop playing..
Love Maan.
Tears just kept pouring from her eyes.
She remembered how he looked last night, playing the guitar, trying to sing the song. His presence filled her senses.
She just couldn’t get him out of her mind!
Damit she was not like this usually. But then how many men has she been with… nun
She doesn’t even feel a bit of guilty to their togetherness.. Instead she is feeling miserable that he left.
She has never felt like this. Lost… yearning… confused.
Just when she promised herself that she would treat him differently starting this morning, he was gone.
She had promised herself, she would forever turn off the ‘jangli billi mode’ as he would like to put it. Thinking about that word brought a smile to her face again. He had a sense of humor in spite of what she put him through.
She stared at the couch they sat together playing guitar, in front of her. She thought about everything that happened the previous night again. Every single detail was vivid in her memory. The guy… his scent… the touch of his skin… the sound of his moans… Damn! she needed a cold shower again!
After showering and changing into a simple dress, she opened the safe that she kept in the house, just curious what she would find inside. After all, she lost one year’s worth of her memories. She didn’t remember the password. Good this little safe had fingerprint identification as a backup. The safe opened just with a press of her thumb.
She found some documents. Contracts and investment details. Some earrings, necklace.. Two jewelry cases. One she recognized and one she didn’t. She found the copy of the contract, she signed with Maan’s company. He was right, she signed it, flawlessly. The strokes of the signature didn’t show signs that she had a gun to her head or she was high on something. She even signed with little hearts around it. Like it was close to her heart.. She remembered drawing such hearts only when she made cards for her jiji or mama.
Then she reached to the box that looked like box to a ring. Her heart hammered in her chest as she opened it. Why did she have a ring?
It was empty. But it looked like some old ring case. The case itself looked very lawish and traditional. She brought her fingers to it. A flash came through her head.
“I walked into a mall to shop for my jiji & jiju the little ones. I accidentally bumped into some mad angered guy. His scent filled my senses and to my greatest shock, he hugged me and cried in my arms trust me didn’t make it obvious, He probably didn’t even look up to see who I was. It was the first time in my life I felt needed. Not for my money… but for the warmth, comfort, and protection I could provide.
When I looked up at him, I saw a handsome, but torn and broken soul. When I walked into the shop, I couldn’t get him out of mind. It was like wo merin saanon main bus gayen the. I couldn’t do my shopping. I ran out of the mall and started looking for him. I spend the whole day looking for him. I had never felt such a loss in my life. The thought I would never see him again tore me. “
She took a deep breath. It’s was not her imagination. That was her first memory of Maan coming back to her, bringing with it unfamiliar emotions she could not understand.
She stared at the ring box again. Somehow, she remembered the guy who hired her to pose as his fake girlfriend and she had given the ring to her, end of the night. He wanted to get back at his ex-fiancé. He wasn’t just in it to get even. He was going for the kill.
She can’t believe his ex slept with Maan’s own brother. What a loser she was! And her heart went out to Maan. He was so trusting; he didn’t realize what she was upto all the time. He planned his wedding according to his ex.. Her dream wedding.
Then where was the ring. Did she return it to him. Then why was the box with her. She immediately looked into the other box, in which she usually kept her tabiz. She immediately reached to her empty neck. Her mind went back to last night, when she had seen it in around his neck when she was cuddled up into him. Did she give her tabzi to him. Did she??
“she took it from his hand & slipped around his neck. Issen apne se dur nahi karna she said placing peck on his cheek.”
She squeezed the skin between her eyes, trying not to get overwhelmed by the memories that were slowly flooding through her.
She realized she was really wrong about him. Like what her mama and jiji were saying to her. She was very wrong about Maan. She had immediately assumed he was some gold digger.
Damn! She had called him so many things…
He must have wanted to knock her in the head when she said all that. Well, she wanted to whack herself in the head now that these pieces of her memories of him are slowly coming back to her.
She tried to think harder, trying to see if some more memories have been unlocked. When there was nothing, she checked the safe again. Searching for more clues that will help her get closer to waking up from this nightmare.
She found some pictures in the safe too. She thought jiji send them.. Because she is the one who prints photo’s. Jiji was crazy she would print a book every month. Warna aaj kal prints kaun nikal tha hain.
One picture was of her with Maan, Jiji, and Tim. He was holding her in his arms and they were both laughing. She looked at herself in the picture. She looked… really happy.
She flipped the picture over and there was a caption at the back.
Keep dreaming! she looked at it closely. It was her handwriting again with those little pink hearts Why would she write something like that?
She took a deep breath. Maybe he’s not the one who needed something from her, like what she accused him of. She was the one who wanted him in her life. Like what jiji was saying to her. He didn’t want anything. He only wanted her.
Shit! What did she do?
And even though she only have fragments of her memories back, she cannot help feeling remorse for what she did to Maan. She treated him like shit. She insulted him more than once. She wanted him to give up on her.
Even now, when her mind is telling her to stay away, her heart feels like it’s breaking into a million pieces. There was something missing in her life, and she felt like dying. She didn’t know that she needed him… until last night.
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