Unspoken Hearts 💌

Chapter-3 💌

His words floated into the night, making even the air around him heavy.

Suddenly, he broke down completely. His voice rose, echoing in the quiet London night.

"LAUTA DE USE MERI ZINDAGI MEIN YA MAAR DE MUJHE! (Bring her back into my life or let me die!)
AB AUR NAHI HOTA! MERI HIMMAT KHATAM HO CHUKI HAI! (I can't take it anymore! My strength is gone!)
TOOT RAHAA HOON MEIN THODA THODA KARKE! (I'm breaking little by little!)
KHOKLA HO GAYA HOON ANDAR SE, EMOTIONS HI NAHI BACHE! (I've become hollow, empty inside - there's nothing left in me!)"

His voice cracked as he shouted, tears rolling down freely. He didn't care about the people sleeping in nearby apartments.
How could he? When his own mind wasn't listening to him anymore?

He fell silent after a while, his chest rising and falling fast, his face wet with tears.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember her face ... but he couldn't.

He remembered her mischief, but not her face.
Her bossy tone, but not her smile.
Her soul, but not her presence.
Her face had become blurred- haunting him, mocking him even in dreams.

That was the cruelest part-the person he loved most was now only a memory without a face.

He took a deep breath and looked at the moon again.
"Main ek waada karta hoon aapse, mere Khuda, (I make a promise to You, my God)
agar woh mujhe nahi mili, toh aaj - issi November ke din - agle saal main aapke paas aa jaunga.
(If she doesn't come back to me, then next year, on this same November day, I will come to You.)
Yeh mera waada hai. (That's my promise.)
Yahan uske bina jeene ka koi matlab nahi. (There's no meaning left in life without her.)
Aur aap jaante ho, main apni zubaan ka pakka hoon. (And You know, I never break my word.)"

He touched his chest, right above his heart.
"This hurts," he whispered softly.
"Dard hota hai yahan... (It hurts here.)
Mujhe ise sehne ki aur himmat nahi hai... ab bas ho gaya. (I don't have the strength to bear this anymore. I've had enough.)"

He walked slowly back to his room.
Placed the diary back on the table, his eyes tired and swollen.
Picked up a bottle from the side and gulped it all in one go- the movement of his throat visible as he swallowed.

Then he opened the drawer beside his bed. Inside was a small cylindrical box, full of sleeping pills.
He took three of them in one hand- one never worked for him anymore.. and swallowed them with water.

Within minutes, his eyes began to feel heavy.
A yawn escaped from his mouth.
He lay back on the bed, covering himself with the blanket.

As his breathing slowed, peace -the kind that never came easily... finally touched him.
His tears dried on his cheeks as sleep pulled him.

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Time shift

The morning sun peeked through the window, falling softly on his handsome face... long lashes, sharp jawline, and sleepy eyes.

The alarm clock started buzzing loudly. He slowly opened his eyes, realizing it was another day... same silence, same work, same walls, same routine.
But this morning, the air didn't feel heavy like last night.