~Towards The Destruction.~

"There was always an incompleteness in my heart and it used to wander in the search of something," ~Zaid.

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(Past Continues)

The floor of Zaid's wide living room was a mess with all the scattered papers and paint.

Ignoring all the havoc around him, his eyes were fixed on the canvas as he gently, moved the paintbrush upon the painting he was creating.

His fingers were covered in a sticky combination of many different colors of acrylic paint and soft chalks. His white shirt smeared with paint appeared to harmonize his hands to a great extent.

Splattering a new shade of paint on the canvas, the movements of his fingers appeared to slow the paintbrush with faint hesitation as he observed the dark hair of the woman before him.

It was his mother.

He was painting his mother. And it was almost done.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, making him flinch a little as the noise harshly pulled him out of his concentration zone.

His arm hit the palette and it rolled a little, bringing the paint sprayed against his jeans. "Hell!" He allowed himself to let out a frustrated groan. And took a handkerchief to clean off his paint-stained hands before answering the call.

"Hello." Putting the phone against his ear, he fell back on the couch. He still was trying hard to get familiar with his new phone as the old one was no longer with him.

"Zaid!!!!!!" Ansh yelled from the other side. "I knew you will forget."

"Wha-t?" Zaid tugged the phone a tiny bit away from his ear.

"You're so careless," Ansh huffed. "The poor girl is waiting for you!"

"What're you spouting? Who poor girl?" Zaid listened to him, not quite interested but deeming it important nonetheless. "By any chance, is that poor little soul your stepmother?"

"Who-wait! No! It's not her, dumbhead!" He heard him groaning in disbelief.

"Then who is it?" Zaid picked up the empty popcorn bowl and walked into the kitchen to make some popcorn but the next moment, he seemed to freeze in his place when Ansh spoke Shravya's name. "I'm at a business party. And from where I'm standing right now, I can see a cafe which is your supposed-to-meet-here spot. She's still waiting for you Zaid."

Zaid's mouth fell agape. Yeah, he remember now!

Today he was supposed to help her with the assignment.

"I-I will call you later." Putting the bawl on the kitchen's slab, he glanced at the wall clock.

Shit! He is late by three hours.

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Dejectedly, Zaid walked out of the cafe. Shravya was not there. Maybe she left after waiting for him, or maybe she did not come.

He sighed inwardly and brushed his fingers through his wet hair. He was fully drenched and the rain either wasn't showing any sign of stopping any time soon.

At that moment, he wanted nothing but to go back home yet he did not know why an unknown expectation and an uplifting feeling soared, edging him towards audaciousness to stand in the rain, still waiting for her to appear.

Are you stupid Zaid!

Go home. She's not going to come.

He mentally scolded himself. Buckling up his helmet, he hopped on his bike, all ready to leave but suddenly, his moments halted when he heard her giggles. "Yellow roses are a symbol of friendship and caring. "

With a frown on his features, he hopped off the bike and turned back to see her standing before the entrance of a flower shop, established right beside the cafe, where he was supposed to meet her.

Even though gorgeous assortments of neatly cut flowers, garnished the shop but his eyes rested on her as she squatted down, appraising the yellow rose in her hold while her smiling face itself looked like a rose, that was brightly blooming.

After a moment, getting curious he concentrated on the client, who was a little girl. She looked at the roses with adoration similar to Shravya's.

"How much is it for?" The girl unfolded her small fist, showing a coin of ten rupees. "Is one coin enough?"

Shravya again laughed lightly."More than enough."

She took the coin from the girl's small hand and gave her the rose instead. "Please visit again. Bye!"

"Sure!" Giving her a quick nod, the girl put on the cap of her raincoat and ran away, gripping the rose against her chest, to protect the delicate flower from rain.

Waving at the disappearing figure of the little girl, suddenly and unintentionally Shravya turned in his direction.

Zaid was a little taken aback yet, however, took the alternative to approach her; he had to apologize for arriving late by three hours.

"Hi," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I apologize for arriving late."

"It's okay." Shravya smiled which seemed a little troubled. "I didn't wait for long-um-if you don't mind, can we meet tomorrow?" Her voice was light and soft as she looked around before gazing back at him. Today, she wasn't wearing her spectacles which made it easier for him to look into her hazel orbs. "Actually, I'm working right now, but tomorrow is my day off."

"No problem! It's fine," Zaid said. He was more than glad for the offer. Because of his saturated clothes, he was feeling cold and couldn't wait to get home. "See you tomorrow."

"Thanks." She nodded.

He turned to leave but her voice drew his attention back. "Zaid-wait!"

He swerved back to face her and shrugged his shoulders. "Yes?" Raising his eyebrow, he watched her as she ran inside the shop.

It's getting annoying now.

He groaned and stepped a bit further, under the shop's rooftop, trying to avoid the rain as after a while, she came back, carrying a plain plastic bag.

Zaid looked confused when she handed him the bag. "What is this?"

Inhaling slowly, she stared into his coal-black eyes and smiled. "It's your phone. I got it repaired. Now, it's as good as new."

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