7 Years & Waiting

Chapter - 53

Amara....

"The credit terms of the company seems good but an in-depth analysis of their financial statements by our Accounts & Audit department brought light to the fact that the creditors are not completely satisfied by the norms of......" I closed my eyes in frustration as our department head's voice echoed like blabber to my ears.

I should have listened to my mind this morning when it screamed not to come to work today. All the crying and wallowing from last night gave me a headache so bad, that it felt like hundreds of hammers striking inside my head. Making the situation worse was the fact that Vivaan was not talking to me.

Last night, after clearing the glass mess I created on our living room floor, I went inside the bedroom for some more self-loathing, but eventually fell asleep. I woke up to an empty bed this morning and to discover that he slept in his own room last night. I tried not to get bothered by this and follow my normal routine as best as I could, but things became worse when I noticed his indifference towards me.

He didn't make morning coffee for me like usual, didn't have breakfast with me and left home before I had chance to say anything. I was shattered by his cold behavior and all my instincts shouted not to go to work, get into my pajamas and cry my eyes out. But I decided to come despite all my inner turmoils and was now regretting it.

That's it! After this stupid meeting is over, I am getting out of here....I can't just pretend to sit here and work when all I want to do is talk to someone....And the worst part is that even that someone is not talking to me these days. I could give anything to go back to that time where I would discuss anything and everything with my best friend and he would give me the best advises. Until now, I myself didn't know the level of my dependency on his advises.

I was the first to leap out of the room once our department head gave his last 'thank-you all' speech. I cleared my work table, grabbed my bag and was out and about under a minute.

However, as my firebolt reached the turning of Sarthak's house I started feeling like chickening out. Was it the right thing to do? Talking about the effects to the root-cause of the problem itself?

I noticed my hand a bit unsteady as I pressed the door bell. It seemed as if I was both yearning and nervous to see him on the other side of the door. That is why I don't know whether I was relieved or disappointed to see Radha Aunty open the door.

"Oh! Hey Amara...Come in dear!" Radha Aunty welcomed me warmly as usual and for a minute it seemed as if nothing has changed.

"Hello Aunty! Is....Sarthak home?" I managed in a subdued voice. Damn! Why am I all shaky?

"Oh dear! Sarthak left for the university...He had some pending paperwork. I thought you would know!" she gave me a sympathetic look and in that moment I knew that she knew.

"It's okay, Aunty! I will call him later..." I tried really hard to blink away my tears but failed.

"Oh sweetheart!" she huffed and enveloped me in a hug. The hug seemed to break the dam inside me and I started sobbing.

"I'm sorry Aunty! I don't know why am I crying" I murmured between sobs.

"It's okay dear! I know there is a lot of emotions inside you right now. Would you like to talk about it? Like....a session with me?" she asked as she gently caressed my back.