Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Five: Black Hole (Part 2)

"Xavier, Subhadra had called..."

His eyes snapped open, it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a nightmare. It was his reality. He held his phone tight, "She called you?", he was bewildered.

Why did she call Satya?

"Not me, I had asked to divert your calls.", he heard Satya reply.

Oh.

"She told me that...", she sighed, "...she will meet you today."

Fuck.

"Okay.", he drawled, realization sinking in him. Subhadra Kumari Singh wanted to meet him, after years of her disappearance, after years of him ignoring her, "Did she tell where?"

"No."

"Okay, I probably know where."

"Xav, are you okay?"

"Peachy, Satya. Just peachy.", he scoffed, "Anyway got to go. Have to be ready to meet the devil incarnation."

"Xavier...", he could feel Satya's concern for him seeping out of her voice.

"I am fine, Satya. I just want to be done with it, as soon as possible."

"Hmm."

"Bye."

He ran towards the bathroom, he needed to be ready, after all, it was about his darling ex-wife who had reached out to him. After having a speedy shower, he started trimming his beard. He wanted to groom himself, to look like a polished man. He would hate to look like a loser in front of Subhadra, which she probably presumed him to be.

He stared into the mirror and looked at his image. He reminisced about the very first day when it all had started. He had come home to tell her that he had decided to give up on his idea and had accepted an offer from a reputed MNC.

That's how the whole world worked, to compromise and survive.

"You are such a loser, Xavier.", she had spit venom, mocking him and his vulnerability.

Argh.

A stinging pain brought him to the present. There was blood, oozing from a slight cut near his chin. He had unconsciously cut himself just thinking about how poisonous her words were. He smiled at himself. Subhadra surely had cut him deeper than that with her dripping sarcasm and mocking tone.

They had lived in a tiny house in Mumbai, it was their beautiful home. That house's rent had been the most affordable choice by the only breadwinner of the couple- Subhadra. She had been working day and night, meeting the needs of their livelihood and all he had done was fail at every turn, to pitch his idea to multiple investors who showed zero interest. He had seen her tire herself and that had made him feel hopeless.

He had then decided that Subhadra deserved a better life and had been ready to sacrifice his dreams for her. But she had mocked him, his darling had poked his ego with tiny needles, over a long period, slowly carving anger and frustration in him. He had felt helpless, trying to understand her hatred for him. The final nail to his coffin had been a divorce and she oh so lovingly had hammered it to seal.

The call at the door startled him. He washed his face and wiped his bloody chin with a towel, "Ponnamma is unusually early today.", he murmured to himself.

His chef had never arrived early, late yes, but never early. Tugging in a pair of clean track pants over his waist he walked out of the bathroom. He clicked the button of the automated door opening system from his bedroom to unlock his main entrance door and allow Ponnamma to enter. Patting down his wet hair with a fresh towel he went to check outside. It was eerily silent which was unusual as Ponnamma liked to blabber in her broken English to him.

The door to the entrance was left ajar, he crossed the hallway to close it. Just when he was about to shut the door, his eyes fell on the figure outside.

Fuck.

"Subhadra!", he breathed. He felt strangled, his lungs punched by the thump of a thousand elephants, and his heart aching more than ever.

"Didn't your friend inform you?", Subhadra calmly replied, "What was her name? Ah, Satya."

If there was a world, where godly beauty was crafted onto a woman, it would have been her. She was the epitome of feminine arrogance, her eyes striking a hundred arrows of the cupid.

It had been five years of the separation, five years of him visualizing her only in his dreams, five long years of yearning for her kiss and love. And there she was, standing still like an idol, looking gorgeous than ever.

Her fingers found their way to his chin, "You cut yourself, it's bleeding." she wiped it with her thumb, "You haven't changed at all."

His body disapproved when her fingers left his chin. The essence of wild roses on her was maddening his senses, "I thought you'd come late in the evening.", he surprised himself by trying to say some words coherently, "You are here early."

Their eyes met, her stern and his full of pain.

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A/N

Aashiqui 2- could be a piece of toxicity in the name of true love (sorry, I don't like men/women being destructive like shit and taking everyone who cares about them down to hell or being a sacrificial figure by accepting death.) but the songs were divine. My personal favorite from the album is this song, it just depicts so much pain.

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