TIME~between Life and Death [Completed]✓

TENDER HEARTS

✍️ Expressing your feelings to someone is difficult right? But why is that? Ummmmm... Maybe because we don't know that person also likes me or not? Right?
Yeah... We people are very scared to get hurt. Expressing our feelings to someone without knowing that person likes me or not... Yeah, difficult. But still.. keeping it inside , hurting ourselves, I think its not right. Take the risk and say it. 'kya pata kya ho jaye?'.

🌧️️BARSHA 🌧️
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This room remains the same, only a layer of dust took over it. The little corner lamp lightened up the entire room. The dusky dull environment is representing the current situation of my heart. I exposed the bare canvas and took the paintbrush. Yeah.. today I'll paint him. The emotions, the pain I am having now , he won't understand. He doesn't even get it that I love him, but it's not his fault though. Tears fell on the colours. I started stroking the brush on the canvas. It took me hours to paint him. But I am feeling relaxed. Wow. I praised myself. It's 11.11 now. I was observing the painting. The gloomy light giving a different shade on the painting.

I couldn't held my tears and started crying. Why... Why it has to be me??? Whenever I love someone, why they have to leave me?? Am I ominous? Is it me ? I need someone to blame for this entire situation but I can't.
Don't know how long I was crying infront of the painting.. suddenly I heard the doorbell.
I get little scared. Out of fear, I took slow steps towards the door. I checked the clock when I reached infront of the door. It's 11.55.
Again.. the doorbell.
I gulped down the fear through my throat and asked in a shaky voice
'who is it?'

D~ Barsha.. it's me. Darshan. Open the door.
It's him. Why is he here? Now? Although his voice made me feel relaxed but his presence making me feel emotinal too. I know, if I see his face, I'll start crying.
I opened the door.

He didn't have his specs on. The dull dim light of the corridor is enough to see his moistured eyes.
My heart beat is audible for him because it's beating way too fast. For few seconds , both of us got frozen while looking at each other.
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✍️AUTHOR'S VIEW ✍️
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Eyes were speaking, hearts getting attached, but the lips were sealed.
He thought a lot of things while driving, but when he saw her.. every word just vanished.
B~ come inside. It's.... It's cold outside.
D~ I .... I.. I have something to say.
B~ mm. I know.
D~ first hear me out.
B~ I don't wanna hear your 'i don't wanna live' dialogue Darshan.
D~ no.. just hear me out first.
B~ Stop it Darshan..!!!! Can't you see? It.. it hurts.. just stop.
D~ Lemme clear it out first Barsha. Just....
B~ You know what, just leave. You'll leave me anyway. Don't make this more difficult for me Darshan. You made every painful for me even though you can make it right.. I heard you earlier Darshan. I know everyone will leave me eventually. I know.. and I ...
He stepped inside the house, locked it from inside , grabbed her arms with his masculine energy pinned her on the wall beside the door.
His sudden move made her scared and startled.
He didn't let her finish, pressed his warm, soft lips against hers. Gave her a mild slow passionate kiss.

D~ Now.. hear me out.
She couldn't say anything but to nod.

D~ I love you.
Her eyes went wide.
And I am not leaving you. No one will leave you. I was scared to tell you this, I thought you don't, don't like me. But you little stupid girl, you expressed your feelings infront of Sid but not me. His voice was as similar as breathing. Deep, low, husky.
I found my reason Miss Gupta.
I found you.
Her eyes were fixed at his eyes.
B~ that means.. you.. you'll do the transplant?
Darshan smirked.
D~is that what you want?
B~ hm.

D~ Then who am I to deny it.
I'll do it.
Tears flowing down through her cheeks, he gently wiped it. Hugged her by pressing her head on his chest. Some drops of tears were visible in his eyes too. After all he is happy. Both of them were.....
Happy.