A gust of wind blasts through her face, hairs dishevelled. Eyes bloodshot, feet trembled as she makes her way towards the premises of the unknowingly familiar tall building.
Trees swayed crazily, smoke engulfing the shimmering stars, she gulps as the zephyr pass leaving the reminisce of past behind, for her to strangle.
Climbing those known stairs after all those years haunts her now. With each step, her heart mislays cadences, she gulps, tightening her hold against the sling of her bag.
Soon her slow pants fill the fifth floor of the building, as she stands with the support of the railings.
Her long waves fall behind her bareback, covered with the leather brown jacket. She is still wearing the same red dress, with a white scarf, and off the earrings.
Red.
The first time she stepped here, she was wearing that too.
Mariot High, Lucknow, once this was her place, their place.
Red.
23-July-2013.
Seven years ago, an eternity of pain ago.
Red long dress, red long scarf, red henna filled hands, red lipstick. Happy smiles, and intertwined hands. She was finally here with him.
"This is.."
"Our place."
Their place. Tears filled her eyes, she gulps.
"How?"
"I can't take you to Haweli, and taking you to somewhere else is neither an option. So I got this from all my savings, and Bhai helped me with the rest."
"But Ahad, it's"
"Maya, we need a life away from all the chaos, this is here now."
"I love you Ahad, I am so.."
"I love you too, Maya."
They needed a life together perhaps the question lies did they deserve that? No.
The answer echoes in the empty floor.
She gulps the thought again. Her hand grabs the jingling keys from her bag, hope, she hopes that the locks are changed by now.
But that died too, as the key unlocks the grills with a click.
She can hear the whispers of the winds, they were talking about her misery.
Wasn't she the one who left?
Wasn't she the one who swore never to step back here?
She was, yet she is here.
The brown door stands still, the marker mark there. The door open as the lock unlock with the keys.
He didn't even change the locks.
She stands there, blank eyes, panting breaths, she can hear her pulses. A step forward, and she closes her eyes.
Pain.
Grief.
Memories.
No tear leaves her brown orbs.
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