Broken love

I looked up at the sky, felt the raindrops pelting on the wall above and slowly gliding down to eventually drip at the end to fall on my face and mix with my tears, the drop continued on it's downward journey, using my cheek as a slide and then fell down on the cold, muddy merciless earth below.
I couldn't control my tears anymore, couldn't control my growing dislike for myself to myself anymore.

I turned back and looked at Inayat, he was sleeping so peacefully, looked still like a sweetheart, but things have changed so drastically in my life that even i couldnot believe it. I sat slowly on the bed, looked at him, felt his breathing, felt him. I kept my fingers on his cheeks, he didn't feel like mine anymore. I didn't felt like his anymore.

An hour back, i was happily entwined with my love when i heard his mobile ringing. I tried to wake him up but he didn't budge an inch, so i thought of picking it up. I read the name 'Sweet luv' flashing on the screen which got my grey cells working in hyperdrive.
I answered it, the biggest mistake of my life, or was it the best thing that ever happened to me.
'Hey, Inayat'
'Sorry, Inayat has gone somewhere, he left his mobile on the desk' i lied, i decided to play safe.
'Oh' she paused for a second.
'Waise, who is this?'
'Zara'.
'OK Zara, could you do me a favour?' she said it in a tone, in which even God's heart would have melted.
'Yes'.
'Just tell him, that i'm coming back tomorrow morning. And i..' She paused, and i couldn't take the pause anymore. I felt my entire life crumbling right in front of my eyes.
'Yes, go on, don't worry'. I let out a forced laugh, some part of myself cursed me for doing so.
'OK, then tell him that i miss my baby'. The crumbling that began a few heartbeats back, finished, left my dreams shattered, my world barren.
'And whom should i say, is missing her baby'.
'Karishma'.
'OK, i'll inform him, Karishma, as soon as he comes back.'
'Nice talking to you Zara'. Oh, i hated myself for picking up her call.
'Pleasure is mine, bye.'
'B-bye',
i just couldn't control my tears anymore, as they broke through the dam of my self-defence, as even they went hay-wire. I heard the skies roaring as if in agony. Even the clouds couldn't control themselves, it started raining heavily.
I walked to the window, and opened the window panes, so that i could feel the rain. I could almost smell him on my body, i could still feel his lips on mine, and i hated every part of it. The rain that fell on my face, took my tears away with it. How could i have fallen in love with him, how could i love him with all my heart, when in reality he was faking it, from the beginning itself. Why didn't i see through his act and most
importantly, why me?
I picked up a page and wrote what he needed to know. I felt sick doing it. But i had to.
'Karishma called, shes's coming back tomorrow morning. Bye'.
I left this note on the table. I wore my clothes and took my belongings before leaving his room. But i guess i lost something.
I lost my heart somewhere in the room itself.


THE END