UTKARSH'S POV:
Keeping my hands on her shoulders, I massage them gently as she continues fuming— which seems an understatement now.
"Aaraya, the love of my life, don't be mad at me please. Look at me, talk to me." Placing my fingers on her jaw, I forcefully make her face me.
Her eyes glisten with tears—making me feel as if someone has ripped my heart into two halves. I go down on my knees until I reach the height of hers' as she sits on the corner of her bed.
Cupping her face, I watch her lips apart as she inhales harshly. I messed it up, maybe my only chance to be with her is ruined.
It's been ten minutes since I've confessed everything. Every. Fucking. Thing, but Aaraya hasn't spoken a single word.
I run my fingers through my hair and say as my voice comes out shaky, "Please talk to me, I beg you. Say something Aaraya—"
"What the fuck do you want me to say, Utkarsh?" She yells and I watch tears spill down her cheeks—which causes my hand to involuntarily reach for it and wipe it away.
She points a finger at my chest and says, "screw you Utkarsh. How do you manage to be so heartless? I would've killed anyone who would've thought about my little sister that way. But look at you, you still live in the same house as them, you eat food with the same people who almost killed your brother and at the end, you support them. And your parents, what kind of assholes are they? Do you not feel like strangling them to death? No wait, why would you? You're like them too, a heartless human being, right Utkarsh?"
With her words, she makes me want to kill myself. Have I been that disgusting? Is my presence a curse? She hates me, she hates me so much.
I want to change everything I've ever done, live my life a better way. But I hate her words, I'm not heartless, I'm a human being.
Punching my temple violently, I say as tears continue to flow down my face, "Don't say that, Aaraya, please. I'm not like them, I could never be that bad. I was too young— I didn't know what to do-"
"Are you too young right now also? You're fucking 32, Utkarsh. Why don't you leave them? Why do still have to live with them?! You could have—if you wanted to, but no, that's not the case. Stop lying to yourself. It's just money that matters to you, not your brother. Don't you think—you should stay away from Raghvansh now, you've given him enough pain."
She stops for catching breath and continues, "they're you're inspiration right? Your parents. You want to become like them one day, don't you? No, wait, you've already become like them. I cannot believe I trusted someone you. You disgust me, UTKARSH BIRLA-"
"Aaraya," I press my face against her knees. "Don't say such things, it's breaking my heart. I know you don't mean it. I'll do everything in my will, there must be a way out of this, right? I promise I'll do every-everything. Trust me, please."
I hear her let out a bitter laugh as she says breaking my heart further, "Raghvansh trusted you too, didn't he? But what did you do? Let your parents throw him out of the house and even after so many years, you live with those people and be their slave. You're such a coward!"
"I'm not a coward! I just didn't know what to do, who to go to, Aaraya. We just pretend to be a happy and a fine family, but we're not. I don't even consider them my family." I wipe another stream of tears down her cheek and she slaps my hand away.
Glaring at me once again, she says as I see anger take over her, "then why waste time pretending? You can leave them and live somewhere else, the media won't even find out about it. You're a very brilliant and dedicated person when it comes to buisness, Utkarsh. You could have started a company of your own, why'd you chose to work with such people?" She shakes me by my shoulder as I think of her words again.
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Shades Of Purple
RomanceRaghvansh Birla, the 31-year-old captain of the Indian Kabaddi team and the heartthrob of India. Piha Deshmukh, the 25-year-old passionate doctor is the epitome of innocence and beauty. Love is not simple, But with their secrets, Will it be even m...