Phone calls
Tarika was sitting on sofa in her hall room with folded knees. The TV before her was showing some daily soaps. Not being a daily soap person Tarika found it strange, staring at the set in front of her. But she didn't change the channel. Actually, her full concentration was on her phone lying on the table. With some seconds intervals she was looking at the phone most earnestly, hoping it to be rang with a specific name showing on the scereen. But alas, it kept silent like the past one hours.
One hour ago Abhijeet had called her. It wasn't new to him to call at 10.00 pm. The strange thing was, his casual talks. Not so strange though. Not after these many years. She couldn't exactly remember from when he had started doing that- calling her before an encounter and talk normally, about this and that. The call used to be short, always, containing hi hello and what are you doing type questions. But with time she found out the reason behind it. It was just to hear her voice- for one last time may be. And from when she had realized it she didn't fancy such calls. The longing and pain in his voice during those few minutes made her feel suffocated. She felt lack of air and her chest tightened in agony. Everytime it felt like he's apologizing her for not being able to give her things she was worth for. And she felt burdened- as much as him.
The time he used to take for next call felt like eternity to her, like it would never end. Being called didn't remove her fear right away. Not until she heard his voice- normal, strong, casual. Like, it used to be. She hated to go through it almost every single month, but each time she made out surviving. She found the unsaid promises being full filled.
Tarika almost jumped on her place hearing the ring tone of her phone.
Abhijeet.
It's him. Still scared of hearing someone's else voice she picked up her phone and answered.
"Hello."
"Think we can have dinner together? Tomorrow?"
Tarika sighed deeply. The breath she was holding finally came out hearing his casual voice. Her eyes finally teared up too. Her strong shell became loose and she gave in to her emotions.
The person on the opposite site waited patiently for her reply. He knew how hard it was for her, every single time. It's like she fought the battle too, every single time. If not with arms then with prayers and emotions. And he believed, they both would suffer the consequences of a lost battle. Hence, he gave all he had to win. To win for nation, to win for team, and to win for them.
"My place?" Finally she responded.
Abhijeet smiled broadly. Without words everything was settled, promises and emotions.
AN: ALL abhirika writers please strat writing yaar. plz.
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