Forever And Always | ✓

06.

Maya thought and thought and realized Virat was never a person.

He was more like the ocean with violent and treacherous currents, one of those four oceans with flesh and bones and teeth. He was waterlogged with his own demons, the ones which made her relate to him so much. His wounded cheekbones were like the shipwreck amidst the ocean.

But when she looked into his eyes, she could see the entire goddamn universe. Those two polished eyes which were painted black in the centers looked more beautiful under the scintillating night lamp. 

 Only she could understand him, no one else.

  Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

A part of her felt empty when she realized he wasn't talking to her. He had been avoiding her all day long after she had talked him about getting a break with each other.

"I'm sorry, Virat," she told him, sitting by his side as their feet dangled together. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he mumbled, pressing his lips together in a fine line after it. Maya wondered what he was thinking about so profoundly. A part of her wanted to know but she knew it was something she wouldn't want to know. 

  Men were deceivers ever,

It was uncomfortable to breathe, let alone move when the pad of his thumb traced her cheeks. Maya's stomach felt like it was inhabiting fiery pits of hell inside it. "I've got something to show to you." Virat told her, dropping his hands to her wrists. He took her along to her dad's room which hadn't been cleaned ever since he died. 

Maya's eyes widened when Virat opened the drawer of the cupboard and removed out something.

It was a hand gun.

"Kill him, Maya. Kill that therapist."  Virat directed her, gritting his teeth in frustration. 

  One foot in sea and one on shore,

"What? No!" Maya refuted, looking away. Why would she kill her own therapist for God's sake? Although she knew the answer was simple: because he wanted her to. He dictated his life ever since they met.

"Trust me he's the reason why you're acting all weird. He wants me to leave you alone, Maya. He doesn't want us to be together." Virat told her, his eyes already moistening. Maya hated to be reason behind Virat's tears, but she was all he had got; the reason to smile, laugh, cry, everything.

  To one thing constant never.

And she could do anything for him. Anything.

"Okay, Virat." She agreed apprehensively watching him smile.

But one may smile and smile, and still could be the villain.