Chapter 3

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Vikram POV

I held Zyru in my arms and placed her in the crib after patting her to sleep. Everyday looking at her sleeping safely and comfortably in her crib, smiling every now and then while she is asleep gives me a lot of happiness and peace. 

Life has been unfair for me since I was a teen, it was good before, when my mom was alive but after her demise everything changed in my life. My mom and dad were married early on in their life, my dad was 18 and my mom was 16. After getting married my dad worked as a teacher for 1 year before shifting his base to Coimbatore with Diya's father who was 18 by that time. After they did some ground work and established funds in 2 years doing jobs gaining experience, my dad helped Diya's dad and Diya's mom get married, by that time I was already a year old. Once Diya's parents shifted here all of them worked together to established a banking and financial corporation. After about 6 years Diya was born and everybody was rejoiced. 

I never had a problem with Diya before, I knew her, she was a sweet kid but naive and shy always tagging along with us as she dint have her own set of friends. We let her tag around and helped her through that awkward phase, everything was going well until I found out one day that my mom had a stroke and died. One day she was fine and next day she started showing signs like having frequent head aches, trouble getting up in the mornings, forgetting the passwords, loosing her balance and falling off. 

First we thought it was just her migrane or because she was not eating well as she was on a diet but after a while she just collapsed, before we know it she was gone.  Dad changed completely, he stopped interacting with me like before, even when I wanted to hug him, lay in his lap and cry about our loss he used to avoid me. I thought it was the loss which made him bitter but then Diya came in to our lives, I had no problem with her, infact I sympathized with her life and wanted to help her out but I saw him giving her all the love and affection, he was a dad to her while I was ignored, one day I confronted him and told him how I hate it, he told me how I am acting like a brat and sent me away, that was the day when I felt deep envy, jealousy and a sense of hatred for her. I helped her when she needed it, I even helped my dad make plans to protect her from her evil family, I even did hours of homework to provide her with best security team possible but I was still angry at her, though I knew she was not at fault.

Now, today I called her a stranger, I know she is an independent women and has her own self respect that after the way I spoke with her, she would leave us but she was prying on my most sensitive past. I was afraid about any judgements/ taunts from her like how others in the society did, even though I knew she is a cool and open minded person. I was more afraid that once the past is exposed she might show me her maturity/empathy about my situation and I will be forced not to hate her after I see the real her. To be honest, I know she is a nice person, very sweet actually, but I avoid any interactions with her because if I do I am afraid I wont have any reasons to hate her which I want to because .... anyways I feel like a douche talking to her like that but she can never know I feel guilty about the pain/hurt I caused her with my words.

In the night before I slept I got a call from our family lawyer saying that my dad had a special message for us and he wants to have a talk with us. I know I was in a pickle now, my family lawyer is my dad's friend, I look up to him in many ways, if I tell him how I behaved with her which caused her to leave, he will have a few colorful curses to throw at me for my behaviour. No I am not scared of him, its just that I respect him too much. When dad was busy figuring out Diya's security and her life, our family lawyer/friend helped me figure out my emotions.

I went down for dinner and I saw her chatting away with my aunt thank god she is still here, I saw my aunt looking at her with admiration. "Great", even my aunt loves her. Why do people love her so much? Just then my aunt said something funny when she laughed out loud, her whole face lit up that is when I got the answer but I avoided that thought for now. I focussed on the task in my hand, I went towards the dining table and cleared my throat, they ignored me royally.

Me: Aunty ? Diya ?

They gave their attention to me 

Me: Tommorow our family lawyer is going to come in, he has something to say, it is necessary for Diya to be there

Diya: Okay I will be there

They again started talking to each other about their favorite soap operas, I wanted to know if she was leaving or if she was not leaving but knowing her I was 100% sure that she would leave.

Me: Its funny, you know what I thought aunty? Knowing how independent and self respected Diya is I thought she would have been gone by now

I saw aunty giving me a warning glare while Diya gave me a poker face. 

Give me a reaction Damn it !!

Diya: I am not going to disspoint you for long, I dint get any flights for today or tommorow, they were booked, so I got the tickets for day after. Anyways, lawyer uncle already told me personally when he visited a few days ago that he wanted to have a talk with us tommorow, that is the reason I am still here, in this house, or else I would have left by hook or crook.

She gave me a challenging look and I shut up

She is not leaving till day after

Dont be a douche to her atleast till the time she leaves Vikram, aunty will kill you with her glares if you misbehave anymore and also I am not a devil to hurt her always.

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Hey Readers,

Double update today as it is a weekend

How are you doing today?

Again a Vikram song on the side, please tell me how is it

Regards,

Indu


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