𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 • 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤 ✓

Chapter 5

Shortly Armaan came back with the guitar.

"Which song? Do you listen to me?" He asked as they sat on the couch.

"Yes, I do. Arijit Singh and you are the only Indian artists in my playlist."

He smiled at her words.

"Which song?"

"A really sad one cause I love sadness." Inaya said

"Wow that's really a strange obsession."

"Kuch to hai?" He asked

"Yes. I actually love it."

He started singing Kuchh to hai while playing guitar for her.
Inaya sat and listened silently, a part of her heart was crying and only she knew why.

As the song came to the end, a tear had escaped Inayas eyes.

"What happened? Did I make you cry?" He asked as he saw the tear, he advanced his hand to wipe it but she did it herself and he backed off his hand

"No I just hadn't blinked for a long time so you know a reflex action."

"Yeah… you are fine, right?" He asked out of concern.

"Yes, should I read you? "

"Yes," he kept the guitar away on the table and it made the book that was on the table fall, he picked it up and said, "you read poetries too?"

It was a poetry book by my legend Emily Dickinson.

"I READ EVERYTHING." she said, giving emphasis on every word.

"Read your favourite from this one to me then because reading a book would take alot of time..." he gave it to her.
"Okay…"

"Yes, start." He set his eyes on her.

"Okay stop looking at me like that, you don't need to look at me to listen, do you?"

"I mean I like you-- looking at you," he said, tongue slip y'all! She shook her head and started reading.

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes–
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs–
The stiff Heart questions "was it He, that bore,
And "Yesterday, or Centuries before"?

The Feet, mechanical, go round–
A Wooden way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought–
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone–

This is the Hour of Lead–
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the snow–
First– Chill– then stupor– then the letting go–"

"Sounds depressing, what's the context."

"In simple words, she's not able to move on from a death, it's a feeling after the pains that come after losing a loved one. Numbness."

"Why is this your favourite?"

"It's a lyrical masterpiece that's why." She said. It was a lie.

"Now I would just leave…" he stood up and picked up his guitar.

"Yeah, thanks for coming?"

"Why are you thanking me? I should be the one… "

"Yeah kinda…" she gave a nervous laugh.

"Bye." He said, "take care."

"Bye," she said.

He doesn't like going away from her… it just doesn't feel right to him.