LOSING YOU

Chapter 74- He Leaves

Kabir's POV...

"She's your daughter. You are her father."

"She's your daughter. You are her father."

Two sentences, seven words, and eight minutes are enough to scar a nine-year-old relationship. Forever.

I slowly raise my eyes and look at the fragile frame of Siya. I observe the way her hands continuously loosen and tighten into fists. There's no other movement.

"How?" I ask in a cold voice as I watch her slightly shiver. It's certainly not the wind which is about to get accompanied by rain.

"Kabir..." She steps towards me. I instinctively raise my hand in front of her face and step back. She looks hurt but I could care less at the moment.

"How?" I ask her again, my patience wearing off. She looks at me and exhales a heavy breath. I feel a raindrop on my lower arm.

"Fine. Listen..."

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We are both drenched by the time Siya tells me the whole story. How she got pregnant, how she kept Myra's true identity a secret, and how she was hiding this from me for the past six years. I cannot think straight. Fuck straight. I cannot even think. I don't know what to do. The best thing about the brain? The fucker stops functioning when you need it to function the most. Traitor. I try to make sense of Siya's words and slowly things start to settle in. It all makes sense now. My clarity is accompanied by the feeling of betrayal and shock. Siya lied to me. She didn't confide enough in me to tell me that Myra was my child. Even after there was no threat to us, to me. Vivaan was dead, her parents were happy with us dating and most importantly, I was there with her, physically, mentally, and emotionally. What the hell made her stop? It was too much to happen in a single day. What she did was inexcusable. I feel the way my ears are burning hot and my heart is on the verge of explosion. She tries to place her hands on my shoulders, but I hold her wrists. Not hard, but firm, cold. She looks at me with pleading eyes but my anger and shock overcome the soft side of mine without any effort.

"Don't touch me, Siya Mehra." I say through gritted teeth and release her hands as she flinches at my words. I strive towards my car and unlock it, just as I'm about to open the door, Siya grabs my bicep and pulls me to face her.

"Where are you going? Kabir, we need to talk about this, you can't leave like that." She says in a nervous and fast tone.

"Well... There's nothing to talk about. I can't do this anymore. I just... I'm done. And..." I glare at her.

"You stay away from my daughter. She doesn't have to grow up with a liar. There's no reasonable explanation for whatever you did." I say, pointing at her, turn away from her and grab the car door handle, she again pushes me away from the car and I see her eyes watering. Surprisingly, I don't care. She chose those tears for herself. She has to bear with it.

"W- what do you mean by you're done? And... and Myra is my daughter, Kabir. How can you say that? I love you. Kabir, I didn't mean to..."

"I mean that I'm done with you. And Myra is going to stay with me after she's discharged from the hospital. She'll stay with her father. To be clear, I can't stay in a relationship with you, Siya. You lied to me. You sabotaged the most beautiful thing we had, trust. You didn't trust me enough to tell me about it, god knows if you would've ever told me if I had not got the DNA test done. You chose this shit to happen. You could've stopped all of this, but you didn't. Bye, Siya." I watch the tears gushing down her eyes. She's beautiful, and I want to kick myself.

"Kabir, please don't do this to me. Kabbie-" She pleads as she bangs the window of my car. Crying, screaming, begging. I drive out of the hospital's gates as I watch her reflection getting smaller in the rearview mirror. I need to talk to someone, I need to drink, I need to disappear from the earth. I drive home and the first thing I do is, pull out my bottle of Macallan, one of the most expensive ones in my collection, and directly take three huge gulps from the new bottle. The liquid burns its way like acid down my throat, like bitter, liquid fire and I screw my eyes shut. All the incidents and moments from the past run in front of my eyes.