9 chapter -9 Present Days

                                 

The month of August came by , and Reema would be giving birth to her baby anytime soon , I wondered.

Days flew by, I did not hear from her and now was starting to get a bit anxious, preparing for anything that came by.

One fine evening I felt my cell phone vibrate in my left pocket, 'I cant leave the meeting now' I thought to myself , an important part of our project was being discussed , and leaving the meeting then would get my boss in a not so good or rather a pretty sour mood ,so I just declined it and let it go.

As soon as the meeting got over I called her back and asked if everything was alright.

'I need you to come here Nischit , I have been feeling nauseous and certainly not at ease. I need someone besides my maids, you know, some guy, who can handle situations better, you don't want to miss my delivery do you?' she questioned me with the same old questioning nature.

'I am stuck with my tasks , have a couple of meetings for the next few days' I said.

'I'm sorry, but maybe I won't be able to make it..' My voice trembled.

'Yes of 'course, you never are able to make it Nischit, especially when things matter the most, you've always had your excuses, reasons , grounds. Was I ever even a priority…?'

'I already have the answer , I never was a priority , neither to the father of my child, nor to my love, nobody, just someone who's always been taken for granted', she said with a rather gloomy voice.

Silence.

'I'll arrive there, anyhow, I promise.'

'No Nischit, no more promises, please.' She adjures. ' I don't want anymore promises from you, you know right , you and promises, you guys never go hand in hand' she almost laughs while saying so , a mocking one maybe.

'I need to hang up Nischit , someone's ringing me up.' she mentions.

I ask her to take care, and she hangs up.

My excuses, my thirst for money, and my grounds , they ruined everything , I thought, they kept me awake nights after nights and all I did was lose people out of my life , was my work so damn important , or did I just excuse people from my living. I felt like I was stuck amidst an aisle.

I needed to set things straight , I thought to myself ,things couldn't go the way they were, I might mess up my long gone relation with Reema, one which we both had managed to revive.

I grabbed hold of my cell phone and searched for the contact which read

"OFFICE".

avataravatar
Next chapter