THE SCARS
As sunlight streamed through the office windows, illuminating the room with a golden glow, Deep sat behind his desk, engrossed in paperwork as he dialed his assistant's number with a sense of anticipation tinged with eagerness to reconnect with his work. After a few rings, Sarah, his trusted assistant, answered the call.
“Boss, Moore? Is that you? Is…”
“It is me, Sarah. How are you?” Deep cut her off.
“Good. Good, sir! How are you? We havent heard rom you for so long. Everyone is sick worried.” Serah spoke with excirement.
“I am good. Had a little mishap but I am all good now. Update me, Sarah, how have things been in the office during my long absence?" Deep inquired, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Welcome back, Deep! We have been managing well overall, but there are a few projects that require your specific authorization and oversight. Those have been unattended." Sarah responded, her tone conveying a sense of relief at hearing from him.
Deep nodded, understanding the importance of his direct involvement in certain critical projects. "I see. I apologize for the inconvenience caused. I'll prioritize my return to the office to address these matters. Are there any pressing issues that need immediate attention?"
Sarah reassured him, "Nothing urgent, but having your input and final approvals would certainly expedite progress on these projects."
Deep sighed, a sense of responsibility tugging at him. "I appreciate your efforts in keeping things running smoothly. I'll make arrangements to be back in the office soon. In the meantime, if there's anything critical that needs my attention, please keep me informed."
As their conversation drew to a close, Deep reassured Sarah once more. "Thank you for updating me, Sarah. I'll ensure a swift return to the office to provide the necessary guidance and approvals. I look forward to reconnecting with the team and getting back into the swing of things."
He dropped the call, and toured his eyes around as he anticipated getting back to work again. As the gentle sunlight cast a warm glow on his skin, his eyes fell on the fading scars. He traced the faint outlines of his healing scars, his fingers skimming over them with a sense of quiet contemplation.
As he gazed upon the fading marks, a tender smile graced his lips. Those scars, once prominent and a testament to the trials he endured, now bore the beautiful tale of resilience and healing. Each scar held a story—a story of struggle, survival, and triumph.
Deep admired these marks, not with regret or sorrow, but with a sense of reverence. They were reminders of his journey—a journey that tested his strength and perseverance. They symbolized moments of challenge and resilience, etched into his skin like chapters in a book.
With every faded line, he saw a testament to his body's remarkable ability to heal, a silent declaration of overcoming adversity. These scars were symbols of battles fought and won, of hurdles crossed and lessons learned. They were not just marks on his skin; they were emblems of resilience and courage.
In those scars, Deep found a unique kind of beauty—a beauty that stemmed not from flawlessness, but from the stories they held. They were reminders of his inner strength, a constant reminder of his ability to endure and emerge stronger.
As he sat there, he felt a surge of gratitude for these marks that adorned his skin. They weren't something to hide or be ashamed of; they were badges of honor, a silent testament to the challenges he had faced and conquered.
With a newfound appreciation for his scars, Deep felt a sense of empowerment. They weren't just physical remnants of past wounds; they were symbols of his resilience, a source of inspiration to embrace life's challenges and emerge stronger.
In that moment of reflection, Deep's scars transformed from mere remnants of an ordeal into powerful symbols of resilience, strength, and the beauty found within the stories they carried. They were a part of him—an integral part of his journey—a journey he embraced with courage and grace.
The serene ambiance was interrupted by Gia, who strolled in with a playful smile on her face.
"Hey there, Mr. Perfectly-Healed!" Gia exclaimed with a teasing tone, leaning against the doorway.
Deep looked up, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Mr. Perfectly-Healed, huh? I like the sound of that."bHe abandoned his scars as they enganged in a morning kiss. Not that they had not kissed. No. They just could not have enough of each other. The longing went far deep. The love was in their bones and fresh, causing a desire even when they were apart.
Gia sauntered closer after the beautiful kiss that left them licking their lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I must admit, you are looking quite flawless these days. Those scars of yours seem to be disappearing faster than you could say 'ouch.'"
Deep chuckled, a hint of mock indignation in his voice. "Hey, those scars were hard-earned badges of honor! They told tales of bravery and resilience."
Gia grinned, her tone light-hearted. "Oh, I know, I know! I know better than anyone, believe me. I was there once. I had them weeks ago. And the scars are still here, right.” She traced hers on the forehead an sighed. “But come on, Mr Moore! admit it. You are secretly relieved to see them fade away."
Deep leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a playful smirk. "Alright, I'll confess. It's nice not having to deal with constant reminders of that horrible ordeal. I know some memories will never go away, but it always good not to be conspicuously reminded of thing like that always."
Their banter filled the room with warmth, their shared laughter a testament to the ease of their companionship. Gia's teasing brought a lightness to the moment, adding a touch of levity to Deep's return to the routine of office life.
"Seriously though," Gia said, her expression softening, "I'm glad to see you fully recovered. You've come a long way since those days in the hospital."
Deep nodded, his gaze meeting hers with gratitude. "It feels good to be back to normal. I owe a lot to your support during that time."
