longing

Author’s P. O. V.

It has been a week since that incident since the party; Zoya had become all quiet with Kabir; she would give him medicines, and food, and do his shirt in the morning like everything was fine but it was not.

She had not spoken a word to him since that evening. He was dying to hear her voice.

When you are in love, you long to be with your person, you long to hear their voice, to see them smile. Kabir had never seen her smile with him; maybe because of their past; she was not happy with him and he knew that.

“Zoya,” He called her name; as usual he stood in front of the kitchen; she was cleaning the dishes after he had had his breakfast.

She wiped her hands; did not even look at him and started doing his shirt buttons.

He kept his fingers under her chin but she stepped back; he opened his mouth to speak but she walked back to the room.

‘ I need to fucking hear her voice,’ he desired to hear her say something, anything to him, address him, lash out at him but look at him