Poornima — POV

Two days.

Forty-eight hours.

No call.
No message.
Not even a missed call.

I keep checking my phone like it might suddenly feel guilty and light up on its own. Every vibration that isn’t him feels like a small insult. I tell myself I’m not waiting—but my eyes betray me every single time.

I left because he was smoking.
I left because I was scared.
I left because I was tired of being strong.

And he let me go.

That’s the part that hurts the most.

Veeresh always stops me. Always pulls me back, always says “don’t go, Poorns.” This time… nothing. Just okay, go.

Maybe he needed peace.
Maybe he thought I needed space.
Maybe he thinks I’ll come back on my own like I always do.

But what if he thinks I’m fine?

I’m not.

I replay everything in my head at night—him bleeding, him breaking things, him saying he’d kill anyone who disrespected me. That man doesn’t stop loving overnight. I know that. My heart knows that.

So why this silence?

I lie on my childhood bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he’s sleeping… or smoking… or missing me the way I’m missing him.

I hate that I slapped him.
I hate that I walked out.
I hate that I wanted him to run after me—and he didn’t.

But more than anything, I hate that even now…
If he calls,
If he says just one word—

I’ll go back.

Because love like ours doesn’t end in two days.

It waits.