" Teri Qismat ka likha koi tujhse koi nahi le sakta.
Agar bharosa hai rab par toh tujhe woh bhi mil jaayega joh tera ho na sakta"
When destiny decides to rewrite the lives of Karan and Tejasswi, it was already very late. Both of them had their...
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--⋆You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair⋆--
10 years back.
Karan had his arm wrapped around Sitaara who was flushed to his side, tending to his support. They walked in just as Shreya opened the door. Shreya could sense the animosity in the air. She curled her fingers around the knob catching her brother's attention. He blinked assuring that he will share it later.
Shreya smiled for Sitaara who faked one in return. Karan ran a hand up and down her arm soothingly. Sitaara gulped not wanting to cry in the hallway. Shreya crossed her fingers whispering good wishes for them and her little niece or nephew.
Karan's fear grew as Sitaara kept mum till their room. He knew how much she would be in pain after hearing those words from the doctor. Both of them were surely not expecting this thunder to fall on their head. It just made him feel all the more guilty. He bit the inner sides of his cheeks refraining from bursting.
Sitaara needs me. I have to be strong.
God only knows how many times he would have had a tear drop slipping and how many times he would have repeated this to himself.
Karan helped Sitaara sit on the bed. She curled her lips inwards as she carefully placed herself on the soft fluffy mattress. Karan bent down to help her with her sandals. He unbuckled them and looked up at her. Sitaara was simply staring at him.
He threw the sandals away, that they went under the table. He saw her swollen foot and red stripes from the footwear. He ran a warm finger over them. His fingers pads eased out the pain.
He looked up at her and saw her with tears. His hands unknowingly curled her feet and began massaging the sole of her feet.
"Taara," he whispered and she shook her head.
"I am no star," Sitaara mumbled. Karan knelt before her.
"You are.You are. Mere zindagi mein kisine chaar chaand ke saath ek taara bhi laga diya hai."
Sitaara rolled her eyes.
"Who said this? Utter shit?" she bit her lips a bit annoyed. Karan understood it wasn't the best time interfere. Karan mumbled a sorry, caressing her feet. Seconds passed in silence. The wind chime hummed with her sniffs. It was as if every thing in the room it was the time to cry.
"I couldn't take care of my baby. I just proved my princess how much of a failure I am. Even before she is born, I failed," Sitaara's voice cracked as tears rimmed her eyes. She wiped them before they could fall, with the back of her palm.
