YOU NEVER EXPECT

40. GONE

(NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SELF HARM. I DON'T SUPPORT IT AND NO ONE SHOULD. WE SHOULD LOVE OURSELVES NO MATTER WHATEVER HAPPENS. SELF HARM IS NOT AN OPTION TO RUN AWAY FROM ANY DIFFICULTY OR PAIN. WE SHOULD FACE EVERYTHING BRAVELY.
SO PLEASE DON'T FEEL ANY GRUDGES TOWARD WRITER FOR INCLUDING IT IN STORY.)

BLOOD.

A trail of blood is going towards the door. I carefully walked to it. My heart is throbbing in fear.

I opened the door and it's dark. Everywhere.

It's just Dark.

I turned and saw no door. I'm standing in a big dark room. Where has the door gone? Fear started engulfing me. Suddenly I saw a spotlight on a man. He was lying with his back on my side. Blood is coming from his body. Just as I took two steps...........

*Ring Ring*

I opened my eyes and found myself in bed. That was just a dream. Too creepy.

*Ring Ring*

Oh! The ring! It's real.

I took my phone and it's a call from Lucifer Bhai. I answered it

-"Good morning Doll."

-"Good morning Bhai."  I said yawning.

-"I disturbed your sleep?"

-"No Bhai. I was just going to wake up."

-"Doll. As you're having vacations so I thought that we should go out for lunch today. You, me and Rehan. How's it?"

-"Sounds nice."

-"So be ready at 12:30 pm, I'll send Diego to pick you up."

-"Okay."

-"Bye for now. See you soon my baby."

-"Bye Bhai."

I ended the call and got down from bed. I took a bath and came downstairs. I made a glass of smoothie for myself and sat on swing in balcony. I stared at Mr. Sun who is hiding behind dark clouds.
What else can you expect in a morning in the month of March?

Yes. It's march already. Today is 21st March. Tomorrow is my birthday. But I'm not feeling excited or sad also. Seriously speaking, I'm not feeling anything about that day.

I took a sip of my smoothie and sighed. My mind went to one person who is in my head 24/7 since one month.

Yes. It has been one month since Faisal left and he hasn't called me once, neither I did. I only knows that he is in London for very important work, Bhai told me that.

I went back inside closing the door as it's cold outside. I washed the glass and switch on television. I watched news for sometime then the clock struck 11:30. I switched off the television and moved upstairs. I changed my clothes and wore a red sweater, blue jacket and woolen black trousers with sneakers. Just as I put my phone in my coat pocket, I heard the doorbell.

12:30 pm.

I moved downstairs and opened the door

-"Good afternoon ma'am."

-"Good afternoon. I was expecting you only. Perfect timing Diego."

-"La ringrazio molto." He spoke in Italian.

-"Means?" I asked.

-"Thank you so much."

-"Your welcome."