Chapter 48

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Zara's POV

With a meager crackling sound, the opening of the door tumults the placid solace of the surroundings. My eyes linger for some time in the faint darkness which has now got hue of dusk as well. I should go from here. Now or then, I have to do this; we have to get separated and I don't want to get out of his life with a broken heart.

But what should I do with this heart whose every beat speaks his name? I don't even realize when I just fall in love with him. When he becomes so special to me. During the journey of becoming his friend, I give him my heart. I don't know the answers to when, why, and how, but I just know this that I love Armaan so much. How his every word, every way, every touch put a deep impact on my heart. But why in the world I let him kiss me? There is something in his touch which renders me motionless and zips my mouth, causing me unable to move or react. I can't ignore the fact that I enjoy every touch to the kiss we share. Deep down, I have no regret that I let him take my first kiss.

I roam my eyes throughout the whole house. My eyes stop moving at the same door beside the one where I am standing. The same door which leads to that room where it all has started. I let a deep puff of air enter my lungs to calm myself down. I have made a decision and I have to do it.

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I peek at the beautiful sight In front of me through the taxi's glass window. The bungalow is still there; the house where I have spent my childhood and so many years of life.

Dad's house is there but he isn't!

I pay the taxi driver and make my way towards the narrow foyer in front of the locked gate of the house. It's already dawn and the cool and soft rays of sunlight are plunging everywhere, just getting ready to become replaced by sharp and hot dazzling sun rays. The swift, brisk breeze is hitting my body giving a rather soothing effect but that waft is not enough to cool the hot, shearing memories adventing inside of me.

It such a strange thing that Dad has left this house on my name when all the other belongings are named after someone else. I take out the keys from inside of my bag and swivel the right one in the lock. After a few attempts, the gate gets open with a jerk.

I slowly walk inside the porch; my eyes scanning the whole area. Everything is the same as before, just the one who has been using it isn't here. Tears start raiding my eyes when every sweet memory reproduce in my mind as bitter ones. My moving eyes get stuck at the purple colored car. Every car in his use has got named
after some anonymous except this one.

'Dad, why did you bring a new car when I have a car?'

'Because my daughter laid her hand on it and you really like this color, isn't it?'

I remember when I accompanied Dad, for the purpose of buying his new car, this one caught my attention and I just discussed my likeness of it with him and the next day, the car was laying before me.

'But you don't have to do this, Dad.'

'For me, my daughter's happiness is bigger than anything.'

I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand. With trembling hands, I push the glass door leading to the lounge. Everything which was in my use is still there. I wonder why Dad has done this. The house is still so clean giving a false idea that someone still lives here. I can smell Dad's usual fragrance which breaks my heart in pieces; asserting the fact that how much I miss him. I stop when his picture laying on a table just near his room, in a photo frame catches my sight. I quickly grab it.

I go inside his room. With just the first step, his voice reverberates in my ears; his smile gets fixed in my eyes and it becomes difficult for me to move further ahead. I clutch my lips under my teeth to prevent me from crying but a sob leaves my mouth and with that, I lose it. I hug his picture to my chest as tears start cascading down my face.

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