Invisible String

Chapter 17 : We have a son?

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Naina’s pov

Today, again, I woke up before my stupid alarm. This was my routine lately, sleep late-wake up early. To say that this was highly unusual would be an understatement. Every time Sam would ask me about this, I would just say that it was because work was stressing ke out, but she was smart enough to see through my crappy excuses. She knew exactly who was the reason for my sleepless nights- Aditya.

It has been 2 weeks since our last argument and not a day has gone by when his thought didn’t cross my mind. He tried calling and texting me many times but I blocked his number and didn’t even bother to open his DM’s or texts, even though it was killing me not to, and eventually he stopped. Even if every bone in my body just wants to go rushing back into his arms, I know better than that. It was better this way, each to his own.

I groggily opened my phone to check for any texts or calls and thats where I see it- 5 voicenotes from Aditya. I immediately sit up straight, any trace of sleepiness vanished from my body. I internally debate whether to open it or not because.. I didn’t want to hear his voice, I just can’t. But at the same time I didn’t want to be a coward, so I decided to listen to them, what’s the worst that can happen?

I open the first one- “Heyyy my sweetheart, how are you? Well, I am not fine at all and you know why? Because of you. You are the reason I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I don’t even feel like playing football, something that has been my peace for years. I miss you so damn much that it’s killing every nerve in my body to stay away from you.” Even though he sounds drunk as fuck, his voice is filled with so much pain that it makes me teary-eyed, but I still go ahead and play the second one.

“Harr bheed mai, harr gali mai, harr raste pe mere naina sirf meri Naina ko dhundte hai (In every crowd, every street, every road, you are the one my eyes continuously search for).” I close my eyes trying to calm myself and keep going.

“Mujhe maaf karde yaar, mai hi duffer hu, bewakoof hu, ullu ka pathha hu, par mai tujhe guarantee deta hu ki mai tujhe itna khush rakhunga ki tu bhool jaayegi ki mai yeh sabh hu (Please forgive me. I know I’m an idiot, stupid, dumbfuck, but I promise you, I will keep you so happy that you will forget that I’m all those things)” I let out a small laugh at that, followed by a slight sniffle.

“Pata hai hamari shaadi koi beach wedding hi karenge, tujhe bohot pasand haina? I know. Sirf close relatives ko bulayenge shaadi ke din, mai chahta hu ki hamari shaadi ekdum sweet aur khaas ho, tere jaise. Baaki reception ke waqt baaki logo ko bulayenge (You know, we’ll do a beach wedding because I know you love them. And we’ll have only invite our close relatives to the wedding because I want it to be sweet and special, like you. We’ll just invite the others to the reception)” Even when he is shit-drunk, this man could make me blush like crazy.

“Tum so rhi hogi na abhi, pata hai aur yeh bhi pata hai ki kal mai apne aap ko thappad maar dunga yeh sabh bolne ke liye, par abhi halka lag rha- ay, tum bore toh nahi ho rhi na?.. thanks. Goodnight meri pyaari Naina (I know you must be sleeping, and I also know that I’m probably gonna regret saying all this now, but aleast now I feel a little light- wait, you aren’t getting bored right?.. thanks. Anyways, goodnight my dear Naina)”
I keep the phone down with a sad smile on my face.

God, how was I even supposed to react to something like this. I was still in my own traumatic thoughts when I remembered that I had to get ready for one final dance practice before the Sangeet today being held for Samaira’s wedding. I push his thoughts out of my mind and get ready in my dance practice outfit which was just a black sweatpants paired with a white semi sheer white crop top.

The team that was performing with me consisted of some of my old colleagues from my dance classes, from back when I was in high school. After practicing for like 2 to 3 hours, we were prepared to beat the groom’s side dancers ass today. Among our people, it was like a challenge between the bride and the groom’s side that which one of us could deliver a better performance, and today I could say with full confidence that we were gonna serve them real good.