Their chiaroscuro

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"Hello! Am i talking to Riddhi"

"Um yeah!"

Only my aunt call me this who is this.

"Did you know Mrs. Aanya Shah"

"Umm yeah she is my aunt. Why what happen? Is she okay! From where are you calling just-"

The person cut me

"I am sorry child but your aunt met with the accident and sadly she could not make it. We are at city hospital."

And the phone dropped from my hand with screen shattering in pieces.

M..my aunt is no more.

No no no no this can only be joke right! She promised me that she will never leave my side no matter what unlike my stupid parents.

Wait they are in city hospital right!

I run out of the house but come back again and took the key of my scooty and run outside and drive in full speed.

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"No no no no no this can't be true this can't be true" i mumbled looking at pale figure of my aunt.

I shake her again and again and more tears rolled out of my eyes.

Nurses tries to console me.

But all i could do was to remember the moments with my aunt.

How she scold me when i do something wrong. How she care about me whenever i get sick. How well she was able to lift my mood whenever i was sad. Now who will do all this things.

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I reach the house and wipe tears away from my face. We have just done her funeral.

Me and my aunt have no body in this world. We were both for each other in all ups and down. She picks me up from the orphanage. She is not even my real aunt.

I wonder who were my parents. If they can't bear any child then why to produce them. I wish i never got to see them in my entire life.

I enter inside my aunt room and wraps her coat around me. It smells like her.

I sniffled

I miss her so much

I remember our moments. I see the hair brush lying in the dressing. I throw it as hard as i can in the dressing and cries.

And like that i start throwing things of my aunt room. Untill. The paper caught my eye. It was hidden below her pillow.

What a place aunt!

I first clear my tears and then pick it up.

Its bad to read another's things. Right?

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I glanced at my caretaker annoyed. She is now dancing in my head with her non stop talks.

I closed my eyes in irritation.

"Okay so right yeah! Have your aunt have some kind of diary or any other stuff in which she use to write her thoughts. You know kind of like in movies or in novels."

"She have but i am not gonna give you" i snapped and hold my head in my hands. It is paining like hell.

"What?"

I am not gonna repeat myself.

"Hey are you listening! Hey plzz give me the letter or diary whatever you have it will make our work easy. Hello" she brings her hands in front of my eyes.