When it's all about trust #8

Chapter-8

Evening seemed a little cold.Sky was looking bright blue.Stars were twinkling as they were winking at the beautiful moon. Arab was staring at that full moon at his balcony. 

    

“I have everything now.. I am the great Arab Mishra who have achieved everything in his life. But when I returns home there is no one to ask me about my food,health and sleep. I am dying for someone’s love and care. 

        Maa papa missing you both. I am totally feeling alone. Truly I missing her also.Missing her childish worry about me,her love, her care everything about her.

              Misha I really missing you and still I love you very much.

        I know I did worst to you in past, but I have no courage to face you and your two innocent talking eyes. I don’t know how to say sorry to you. Also don’t know still you love me or not? Sorry is a very small word to beg forgiveness for what I have done.

        In the path of building a secure bright future I forget that you are my future. I lost you as well as I lost my happiness. Now I really need you Mishu really want you to hold me like you did in our past days.”

"Sir, what should I cook for dinner?"

Arab backed to the sense by the voice of his servant. He turned towards him after wiping his tears.

“Paratha and sabji kaka..”

“JI sir.”

  Arab opened his laptop with a heavy heart full of guilt and pain and explored his secret folder. Tears flowed down during the turn over of the pages of past memories. Sometimes he smiled sometimes he cried.

For relaxation of his mind he started drinking one after another peg and slept on his laptop without having dinner.

                  To be continued................................................