Stars Crossed | Re-writing

ᡣ𐭩 zero

A/N :: The injuries and other medical information provided are completely fictional and written to suit the story. Medical students please don't get angry.

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• vansh's pov •

"Anu, tell the staff to pack two lunch boxes. Vansh and I will be going to office." Baba says.

I stop chewing on my piece of buttered toast and look at him, utterly confused.

"Office? So suddenly?" Dadi asks.

"He's old enough to learn, Ma." He replies in a strict voice, his eyes on me. Swallowing the last piece of toast, I nod in acceptance.

I'm always too old to do things of my age. I want to stay at home, wait for Mayura and play with her.

She'll come today, right?

A dull throb pricks my heart, a sudden feeling of loneliness engulfing me in its cursed embrace.

I miss her warmth.

"Vansh," Baba calls coldly and I jerk my head up towards me. I clench my fists on my lap, pushing back all my tears.

My heart feels heavy. It hurts.

"Go to your room and change. Wear the new shoes I got you last week."

I nod. Baba turns to Ishani and Aryan, patting their heads and, lovingly telling them to look after Siya and be careful while playing.

He doesn't do the same for me.

Letting out a breath, I clean my hands and mouth on the napkin and, hop off my chair, moving to my room.

"Baba, can I help?" Mrs. D'Souza, our nanny, asks accompanying me up the stairs.

"No." I reply, turning to my room and lock the door behind me. The tension and weight on my shoulders lifts, and I suck the air into my lungs.

Moving towards my cupboard, I pull out my favourite pair of clothes. An off-white button-up shirt, pants and a warm sweater. At the bottom of my cupboard was a box. Inside it was the new shoes baba gave. I take them out, leaving them by the bedside.

Changing my clothes, I comb my hair and, putting on my socks I wear the new shoes.

"Vansh Baba, sir is calling you." Mrs. D'Souza says, knocking on the door. Grabbing the empty box, I open the door and hand it to her. "Throw it away." I order, walking swiftly towards the main room.

Baba was at the main door, glancing at his watch and then, he looked at me. His eyes were very angry, his lips turned down in displeasure.

I disappointed him.

Hastening my steps, I reach by his side in a matter of minutes. He says nothing, looking around the mansion.

Anupriya comes with two baskets, and hands it to them. "Thank you." He smiles, kissing her cheek.

Anupriya is my step-mother. Baba married her around eleven months back. He said it's to give us the love of a mother.