Unspoken Hearts 💌

Chapter-3 💌

~ Author pov ♡

Midnight

moonlight was peeking through the half-open window.
Outside, the sky was dark and heavy with clouds... it was monsoon time, but London's weather was always unexpected.
The silver light fell softly over the curtains and then touched his face, making his sharp features glow faintly.
The room was silent, but the air felt cold... almost heavy.

He let out a low growl, eyes still closed, his hair all messy, lips soft and pink... a small line of saliva at the corner like a little baby.
His hand moved lazily toward the drawer beside the bed, fingers searching for his phone.

"Where the hell is this?" he murmured, voice deep and rough with irritation.

Finally, his hand touched the phone. He picked it up and squinted at the screen.
"What...only 1 a.m.? Oh, God... kaisa imtihaan hai yeh?
(What kind of test is this?)" he sighed.

"It would've been better if You just didn't let me sleep at all."

He threw the phone aside and turned on his side, trying to sleep again.
But no matter how many times he changed position, sleep refused to come. It never came without medicines anymore.

After a few minutes of frustration, he sat up, running his hand through his hair.
He slipped his feet into his slippers, picked up a black hoodie that had "Only Hers" written on it, and took his diary and a blue pen from the table.

He stepped out into the balcony.
The moonlight fell over his face again- his jawline sharp, eyes tired but deep grey, holding a world of pain.
He sat on the chair, his diary resting on his lap. The night was calm, but inside him, everything was breaking.

He closed his eyes... and like every night, ended up remembering her.
Her laughter. Her voice. Her mischief.
And just like that, his eyes filled with tears.

He looked up at the sky and whispered,
"God, aisa kyu kiya tumne mere saath?

(God, why did You do this to me?)
Tum jaante ho maine kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha usse alag hone ka...

(You know I never even dreamed of being apart from her...)

Aur aapne toh usse haqeeqat bana diya. (And You made that dream come true.)"

His voice cracked on the last words. A tear slipped down, tracing his cheek.

He faced the moon again, speaking softly,
"Kya main use deserve nahi karta? (Do I not deserve her?)
Agar nahi karta toh theek hai... mujhe usse koi shikayat nahi.

(If I don't, that's fine. I have no complaint against her.)

Main toh bas yeh chahta hoon woh hamesha khush rahe, muskurati rahe... shararate kare jaise pehle karti thi.
(I only wish she stays happy, smiling... doing her little mischiefs like before.)"

He smiled weakly through his tears. That broken smile- the kind that hurts to even look at.

Then his voice grew heavier, softer, yet full of pain.
"Bas ek cheez chahta hoon, Khuda... ya toh mujhe is dard se azaadi de de, ya mujhe bula le apne paas... ya phir use wapas lauta de meri zindagi mein.
(God, just one thing I ask...either free me from this pain, or take me with You... or please, bring her back into my life.)"