❤︎Pain & Passion❤︎ ✔︎

•Chapter- 34•

I never thought that simply sharing my past......the things I have never talked about with anyone to this one person who is currently in my arms would relieve me. That it would set me free and make me feel light.

I have never been the one to share anything with the other person. The only people I used to do that was my grandpa and after he passed away it was Karan. Sohail and I are very close but I don't tell Sohail everything and he doesn't tell me everything. We both instead share everything with Karan. It was super weird and we often jokes about it. But it is what it is.

And when Karan died I felt helpless. I couldn't do anything. I felt helpless and hopeless. It might be a small thing considering many people are suffering due to many serious things but death is.......something which effects a person without even showing any effect.

For years I have lived with what ifs. And I let them grow and I let them put me at pain. I haven't become cold because of the death, no. Maybe I became more closed off but I have always been like this. Maybe because of my grandpa. He is a very serious person and he only bent infront of his wife, my grandma who he used to speak about dearly. Everyone says I am like him so maybe I am just wired this way.

Sharing my thoughts was never difficult, I just didn't do it. But now everything changed. I spoke about what I feel or felt or experienced with her and it felt good to be able to talk. I could've talked with anyone but nobody ever made me want to. No matter how supportive or encouraging they were. She made me want to talk. The guilt of shouting at her made me realise I am not doing correct by her and so that made me want to talk.

And that was the correct and best decision I have made.

"What are you think about?" My wife's soft voice broke me out of my reverie.

"Nothing just about how you made me want to be better" I murmured and she gave me that beautiful smile of hers. Agh that smile. It never ceases to melt me.

"Well let's say I have a nice influence on people" she said raising her imaginary collar which made me smile.

"You do babygirl. You do" I said brushing her hair away from her face.

My phone rang disturbing our time and I sighed in irritation looking over to see who called.

It was Dad

"Advaith come home right now. I heard you and Madira are together so both of you come home" saying that he cut the call.

His tone was filled with anger and Dad rarely gets angry. He is literally very dangerous when gets angry and I wonder what happened. Though I have a guess.

I looked at Madira to see her looking at her phone in confusion.

"Deeva just texted me asking us to come home asap!" She said frowning and I shrugged telling her what Dad told me.