The Last Note [ON HOLD]

16. THE HARSHNESS WHICH LIES WITHIN.

Trishika's P.O.V:

And, why is it like that when the whole story ends, we begin to feel it, all over again?

It has been a few hours now, since the Nagars came at a place which I call my home. Maa has convinced all of them to stay back until bhaiya's wedding and I can tell that the Nagars are genuinely happy about it.

But the tuff thing about this? It is that I'll have to face Ajey for the upcoming week now. I don't know how will I do that. I just know it would be challenging and I'll probably go mad trying to cop up with everything while I try to hide my emotions all along.

Papa is also back home from Bengaluru and oh, the joy I saw on his face after he met Anirudh uncle and his family was surreal. It was priceless, I swear.

Aakash bhai was back from work too and all in all, the atmosphere of my house was full of love, laughter and joy, I don't even know after how many years.

Isn't it weird that when we lose all hopes; when things feel out of control; when we give up on everything that once existed and when we finally accept what our fate has decided for us, the dots somehow, somewhere connect in the most absurd and chaotic and surprising ways, again? The stars are rewritten? The sun rises and shines again?

I inhaled a deep breath, trying to come out of the chaos that was currently going on in my mind.

He's back now. Hopefully, for the good.

That was the last thing I thought of before leaving my room to get some water before I go to sleep.

I came out of my room and made my way all the way downstairs to the hall which connects with the kitchen.

And there I saw something again. Something which again served me as a reminder about the history that our families have had in the past.

When I first met his parents and brother, I had a doubt of them being familiar but avoided jumping to conclusions, because honestly, I genuinely didn't know Yash, Ajey's brother.

Even when Maa introduced me to them, I thought it is just a coincidence. Even though, all the evidences clearly pointed at whatever turned out to be true.

And you know, when Maa said that I probably don't remember the Nagars or the circumstances in which our families lost contact, something clicked in me.

Oh yes I do remember the circumstances, mother. Just because I don't mention it, doesn't mean I forgot. Don't mistake me into a naive kid when I ain't one. My childhood didn't turn out to be that naive or innocent and so, my mindset, entirely isn't that of a child.
Was all I wanted to say but didn't.

Because, again, what if it was all just a coincidence and they were not really the Nagars I assumed and were some other family with a similar surname?

But who was I kidding? Our destinies had a different plan.

When we lost contact, I was four. That age is too young to remember the faces of your crush's family, okay? Damn, I hate to admit this but I didn't even remember anything about their family, apart from Ajey. I even forgot their faces, leave names aside.

All I remembered was the pain and the trauma and the tears that me and my family had to face.

Fast forward to seventeen years later, here I am now looking at my father and brother talking to his father, all blank and mindless; yet so observant.