❝Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.❞
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Kabir and Meher
Two polar opposites; or that's what they think they are. They are both burnin...
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Present Day, 3 Years Later
Mumbai, India
Kabir woke up at his own accord. He didn't require an alarm or any sun— he just knew that he woke up at the same time, every day. His room was still dark. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and pressed the button, making the blinds open.
The sun was still rising as the rays of the nascent sun were scattered, slowly making its position. He sighed. He hated mornings. He hated everything about mornings.
It was sunny, so bright and so happy.
Unlike him. There was just darkness— in both his physical surroundings and within him. There was nothing bright in his life, everything was just black, just dead, just like her.
Kabir aimlessly stared up at the ceiling. His eyes were always lifeless, there was no spark, nothing that could give him the thrill to live. His hand went onto the empty side of the bed, a rude reminder that she wasn't there with him.
He was slowly separating himself from the world and loneliness was eating him. Even when he had such a loving family, he felt alone. The loss of a soulmate couldn't fill in the gaps his family had tried to fill.
But his work at least tried to keep him sane. His jest to become bigger and better kept him sane and going.
He closed his eyes again as he shed the sleep from his brain, allowing the visions of the night to go away. Funny how night used to be his favourite time of the day and although it still was, he felt the most lonely at that time of the night.
And maybe that was the reason why he lowkey liked his time at the office because he was constantly surrounded by people. And he didn't feel alone.
Maybe he was lying to himself.
Kabir Raizada waited for mornings to happen so he wouldn't feel lonely.
He pushed himself off his bed and headed to shower and get ready for the day. It was still early in the morning so he had time to go to the office.
After spending quality time in the shower, he got himself ready for the day. As he climbed down the stairs, he saw someone already occupying the living area.
"You are here again?" Kabir's annoyed voice rang out and his best friend, Maan, paid no heed to his annoyance.
"I got breakfast," Maan nonchalantly stated, as he scrolled through his phone. Kabir narrowed his eyes as he turned to his right and entered the kitchen. True to his words, Maan did bring the breakfast.
The food was still warm as he felt it through the paper bags. After unloading the freshly baked croissants on two plates, he moved over to the fridge and pulled out fresh strawberries and the Nutella jar to go along with it.
