Chapter 50: Irate

                                    

                                          
Morning arrived, as sun rose high up in the vast endless sky, but was up to this time, on the trail the clouds that were swathing it. Weather was unveiling it’s grievous form.
Conceivably, was acquainted with the turmoil and heavy tempest that Sophia and Noah was acclimatizing themselves to, at this stage of their life.
Sophia ensconcing herself on the floor of her bedroom, cried her eyes out for the entire night, turning those beautiful almonds to all puffy and red, because of intemperate tears shedding.
She was not able to commiserate with. Where it all went wrong? Buds of her liking him have actually begin to bloom just when everything turned upside down.
Will they ever have a peaceful, full of love life?
The scarcely mistake she did was not deliberate about her dilemma with Noah and taking decision and making determinations on her own, for which she is misapprehended.
But the question is, her mistake is worthy of this drastic punishment, where he is not even ready to look at her? It was burning her heart.
But as a new day arrived, her eyes turned dry and not a single tear came out from them, but her heart and soul was still crying. Pain that her soul was going through has become unbearable.
Sitting on floor, and placing her head on bed, she kept on staring vacantly at the roof. 
What have occurred to? What can be done next? How to make Noah understand that everything is under control and everything can be sorted out, can be straightened? It’s not a big deal and he just need to calm down?
Or, shall she leave him in his condition and let him relax on his own?
She again begin to cry and clutching her hairs she faced down, when Noah entered the room.
As he made an entrance in the room, he found Sophia in a disordered, messy condition, crying and snivelling with eyes and nose turned shades of beetroot and messy hairs clutched tightly in between her fingers.
His heart spasmed, scrutinizing at this state and shape of Sophia and was about to walk in her direction to comfort her, when last night squabble in between them, her deeds, her concealing things from him and her way of still placing a blame in his name came running to his mind.
And when Sophia perceived his presence she turned her gaze at him and found his white shirt’s buttons opened till mid way exposing his chiselled chest and his dark messy hairs covering his sheath gun metal eyes. Perusing at his order made it clear, that he might have drank for the whole night.
“Noah, where were you?”
Pushing herself up from the floor, she stood up on her feet, and marching near Noah, she held his cheeks which he immediately brushed off.
“Don’t show as if you care for me, or else for one more time I might get the wrong idea.”
Saying his part, Noah made his way to the attached washroom when Sophia held him from the back.
Sobbing she spoke, not letting him go.
“Don’t be like this Noah, we can always solve everything. We can discuss things.”
“That’s where you are wrong Sophia.”
Noah spoke, holding Sophia's hand and detaching her fingers that were clutching tightly around his shirt.
“You were the one who never discussed any thing. You didn’t felt the need to discuss a thing.”
“And did you discussed everything with me?”