Unfulfilled Desires (Adhori Chahatein)

♡It Hurts To Love, a Loved Man♡

Raseen ~ POV

With the last paint stroke, I stop before I could find myself finding mistakes in the perfect picture, I got up.

The moon tinkles through the opened curtains, as the sky had turned dark blue with hues of grey.

I open the window and the air rushes in, tossing the immaculate papers and brushes in process. I bent down to pick them up but somehow my elbow brushes the table and the water container topples over my head, getting me drench in colours.

My white oversized tee shirt becomes one of my art. The shirt has now stucks to me like a second skin.

I push back the hair from my face as they manage to escape from rubber band hold.

I close back the window and just when I am about to draw the curtains, Wasiq black van drives into the drive way.

I run down,toward the main door to welcome him home after so many days. And before, it could register me in what mess I am in.

I have already turn the knob and had opened the door in a welcome.

"Welcome home, Wasiq," I said.

He walks in wearing a black leather jacket with white tee shirt and ripped black jeans with dark blue wallabee boots.

When I didn't get responded. I tread my steps toward the stairs and spoke to no one in particular.

"I am going to change."

My lips quiver as I look at my interlocked hands and my right thumb profusely scratching the left thumb skin until the skin begin to peel.

My eyes falls onto the little mirror in the wall as I take my first step on to the stairs.

My hair patch to my face and my tee shirt that looks like the colour of rotten orange is now loosely hanging off my body.

The appearance made me felt insecure to have to show him this side which I thought wouldn't matter but I am wrong it does.

Your appearance is what attracts and that is what had him appeal to me.

It certainly is my fault to have come out, looking undesirable.

I breathe in and tug my hair into my messy bun, as tears threaten to escape. I look over in his direction but he isn't there.

I stop and hold the railing to look around the living room but like a spirit he has disappeared.

I pull away and begin to walk dejectedly toward my room.

Wasiq brushes past me and runs into the room, leaving the door hanging.

I felt like telling him to stop but my voice was stuck in my throat.

I run after him to question his ignoring attitude but I see him already occupying the bed. The duvet, pulled over his head.

For the past few weeks that I have been with him. I have notice one thing, he never covers his head under the duvet unless something is bothering him or when he is silently crying, hiding his tears.

I don't know, how is our relationship going to survive if he keeps on being like that everytime something happens.

If he doesn't tell what is the problem then how am I going to help him. How will I know, if it has something to do with me.