chapter 15

The cold marble seemed to move as he raised up his throbbing head expecting an answer from Mr. Sharma. The flickering flashes of the lobby hindered his sight and he could feel dizziness engulfing his body. For a moment there was not a sound of life around them. An abnormal sense of quietude prevailed." I mean you carry your wife in your arms everyday. That's why each and everyone in the society is talking about you. Nishith... I have a request. " , Mr. Sharma spoke out piercing the depth of the silence and ended with a ray of hope that got reflected in his shining eyes." Request ? What's that ? You can tell me directly. " , Nishith replied with an expression that would make Mr. Sharma comfortable enough to share his own  thoughts without any worries." Don't carry Samaira in your arms everyday. Atleast not infront of others. This is becoming a problem for others. Especially in my case, it has become a big struggle. Samaira is so maintained. Have you seen my wife ? In spite of realising her weight, she wishes me to carry her in my arms as like you do every day. Just imagine... Just imagine my situation and what I would be facing at that time..... " , Mr. Sharma halts in between while expressing the hardships which he was facing because of Nishith.At the moment of silence, Mr . Sharma just closes his eyes and the entire scene flashed back before his eyes blurring his vision." Come on Rehaan... Come on.... Pick me up Rehaan... Come on . Can't you see Nishith ? The way he carries his wife in his arms everyday! Their love and bonding is so admiring. But in my case... I am just a ignored woman...who doesn't get a bit of love from her husband. I am so unlucky. I just curse my destiny for this. You are of no use. Just get lost from here. I don't have any interest in looking at your stupid face." , Yes... This is Rehaan Sharma holding a respectable position in the society yet  gets to hear a lot of tantrums from his wife because of Nishith. Just because he is not able to lift his wife in his arms , he hears a lot of complaints from her. Mr. Sharma thinks about the scene that had happened at his house the day before when his wife was forcing him to carry her in his arms. He moved his hand around his waist trying to trace the pain he had undergone yesterday while trying to lift his wife. " What happened? Hello... Why did you stop? " , Nishith waved his palm infront of his eyes to bring him back to reality.Cold beads of  sweat trickled down his jaw , chills running down as blue breezes blew past his bare neck and the solemn serenity  rang through the void , filling him with utmost unease. This depicted the painfull truth.By hearing Nishith's voice, Mr. Sharma came back to reality." No nothing... Did you get my words? Did you understand my situation? " , Mr. Sharma asked again with a tensed expression.Nishith just gave him a narrow stare and left the place without replying anything." Oye Nishith ! Listen... Don't forget my words. Remember ok. Let's meet on Sunday and have some beer. Ok bye. " , Mr. Sharma says in a loud voice and leaves.Nishith fumed into the house and his heavy foot steps were loud enough to make the objects shiver in their place. His watery red eyes searched for Samaira every where.Finally he spotted Samaira standing at the balcony of the living room. The cool beams of the moon pierced her skin creating variance by the dark , frigid shadows cast from tall buildings that towered above. The constant whispers of the wind brushing past her ears , sent chills down her spine making her realise the imminence of the dark night.To be continued in next part.Stay tuned.