She was draped in a red saree, the one he always wanted her to wear, before they had parted, unceremoniously.
The news of his sneaking out of the rehab, before the stipulated period, was the best thing she had heard in a long time. She knew, if he had eloped from the rehab, he would definitely be coming to meet her.
She kept looking at the mirror and her cell phone intermittently. She was sure the phone would ring and the thought of hearing his voice did things to her heart.
She blushed, she looked into the mirror then the cell phone and she repeated this drill for an entire hour; till, doubts started replacing the happiness of being in his embrace. The embrace, that meant a world to her. She could spend a lifetime, in his hold. It had been almost three months. She had even counted days.
She tried to fight the doubts by deciding to make a call to him. The recorded message “the number you are trying to reach is not responding” shattered her dreams again.
She tried again and again and again. The message kept playing havoc on her mind. The tears of happiness, that was to be, and the tears of grief were flowing together through her small, faintly brown eyes.
The door-bell rang. Her skin flesh almost rose with the goosebumps, clearing the tears rolling down her cheeks with one end of her red saree, she ran towards the door.
The thought, of seeing him after a time period which felt like a millennium, was making her heart flutter. She opened the door with a sparkle of a smile, her eyes almost visualising him, her body almost preparing to melt in his.
*Do catch up, next Wednesday, with your late afternoon cup of tea or maybe coffee, the story of sHE continues.
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