A Journey

Chapter 2

Always groomed to perfection, looking like a model in those perfect Armani blazer which compliments him is toppled on the floor carelessly, with his tie loosely hanging on around his neck and shirt was untucked from with crumbles with sleeves rolled up giving glimpses of his veiny arms sweat glistening.

Top few buttons open which giving image of his barrel chest shinning with sweat even in the silver light entering from the glass walls. The usually styled hairs are dishevelled mess, all curly being damp taking it's natural form.

The constant beep from his smart watch, alerting him about his body needing rest but he continues ignoring the beeping in background. The sharp pain shooting up on his knuckles as blood dripped down staining the white boxing band but he careless and continued to drop his series of punches, remembering the last conversation between his mother and the reason which angered him more ...

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" Mum...ma I need you ... ", A faint chocking voice comes from other end followed by hard sobs that person began to choke over his own tears. Hot tears trickled down her face as she heard her son's gasped between cries, barely able to catch the breath needed for the next. Her chest felt hollow, nausea churned her stomach.

" Anuj ?! Baby ... ", A mother couldn't control the whimper hearing her baby crying from another end just to be with her. It has been 15 months him being away from them so that he could get over the pain yet somewhere she knows why he has been this miserable.

It was hard to control her own choke but she somehow asked him, only to receive another session of his sobbing hard while trying to collect his voice to spoke out, but always ended up with choking over his own voice. She looked towards her husband helplessly while crying silently whose eyes turned shimmering due to pool of tears. Rolling his tongue, he dialled his manager to book next available flight while clutching his wife palm in death grip who also shattered hearing the miserable cry from their boy.

Anuj : Kyunnnnn ??? Mumma main kyun nahi ... I know ki ... ga...lat hain, I shouldn't int...erfere in her life. she is ... happy with ...out know...ing my exi...stence and I am also try....ing mumma par main... kyunnnnn nahi ? Am I that bad ?? Batao na mummaaa ... 

Her baby's desperate voice comes from other end while she couldn't help except crying in her husband's arms praying for Kanha ji to show mercy over her poor baby. His father pulled out the phone from her grip while rapping her in his arms and spoke, trying to calm his champ somehow controlling his own tears ...

" Buddy pahle aap rona band kariye ! You are good boy of your mumma, right ?! " " Main nahi hun papa ...  I didn't listen to her. She ... Mumma ne kaha tha ki don't interfere in her life and here I am stalk....ing her like a cree...p ... I am not good boy papa ... " Anuj gasped between the hard sobs which was screaming his misery.

Snatching phone and composing herself just for her baby, his mumma spoke, " No ! Mera baby to humesha se good boy raha hain. He listens to his mumma right baby ?! Now go pulled out your favourite dupatta of mumma's ... ", And she could hear the shuffling sound from another side before meeting with the silence.

" Now rapped around yourself like you used to ... ", She instructed and heard the deep breaths with silent gasped along with some shuffling. She heard his whisper from another end which causes her to smile even her nose turned red and runy, " Mujhe apki godi mein sona mumma ... "

" Aaj aise hi so jao, kal mumma apne haathon se apne baby ko khana bhi khilayegi aur apni godi mein bhi sulayengi ... Okay ... ", She assured her baby only to hear faint hmm from other end followed by good night. She sung lullaby which helps Anuj to falls sleep while waiting for next day to sleep in his mumma's lap which come and he kept waiting for his parents arrival but instead of them, the news come which turned his life upside down ...

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" Kyunnnnn ? ", Muttering furiously under his breath he plant another punch and heard the clinking of chains along with the tearing of bag. His face turned crimson veins pulsating with pent-up fury as he clenched his fist with intensity of his rage. The air crackled with tension as his jaw tightened, muscles twitching with suppressed urge to lash out, his eyes blazing with fiery indignation.

Loud, enraged breaths spiraled from his nasals echoing in the vacant house which used to be his happy place is now vacant and it's silence eating him from inside.

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So the second part of A Journey ends here, how do you feel about this part ?

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- Chanchu ✨❣️