Siblings who had solace in the presence of each other, get trapped in the web of fate and luck, embark on their saga how they battle through the game of destiny called life, shielding each other from any problem hurled towards them.
This twenty seve...
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Rhythm of claps.
Unmelodious chorus of song sung. Crowd echoed beside me. Crowd echoed behind me.
Some asked me to blow the on the coloured candles. Some asked me to make a wish. Few hands patted on my shoulder, pointed at camera, so they could capture my cake cutting moment. They insisted to cut the cake so soon they could devour it.
I hated my birthday. My birthdate.
Some things should have never taken place, one of them should have been my birth. The jinx's birth as I would love to call it. The cursed date brought downfall for Singhanias, my family. Eighteen bloody years on this earth and not a single day when they forget to make me realise how better it would have been, if I weren't here. Some days from their ill intended talks, some days from their perfectly camouflaged taunts. Some days from the memories. Some days from the even bitter memories.
My eyes prickled. I didn't want to drop a single tear, aware of the paparazzi who are going to get this in the highlights with some more embroider.
Golden knife with a blue ribbon tied on it, digging it to the pale blue decorated with navy blue cake, I sliced a portion. I walked to him, stood in his whole glory, six feet and one inches height and crisp black suit perfectly hugging him, looking straight at me with his onyx eyes unusually warm, a small smile appeared on his lips.
"Happy Birthday, beta." His voice cut through the music and chattering of people.
My heart dropped to my stomach, he loved me. I don't deserve his love. This person gave up on his childhood so he could raise me, this person pampered me endlessly. Guided me. Held my hand while crossing the street. Soothed me from my petrifying nightmares. Wiped my tears. At times corrected me harshly, but at the end, stood beside me to be at my side, stood in front of me to protect me.
He broke a piece of the cake, fed me. Velvety texture melted in my mouth. My arms snaked around his torso, he ran his fingers through my hair. The moment his body cashed into mine, warmth and love enveloped me. The reek of his expensive cigarettes and the fragrance of cider wood made me feel at home.
It was beautiful. The only beautiful thing in my life.
"Come Roshni." Brown eyes, petite frame. A shade of brown darker than her eyes falls down her shoulders. Soft makeup enhancing her features. Sonam, the person who was my best friend came towards us. Her palm intertwined with mine, she pulled me to the wooden dance floor. The only few of my friends I had and other people who were strangers to me and our Eww acquittances, swayed their bodies on the tunes of a Hollywood track blasting through the speakers.
Loads of dancing. Tales of gossips. Laughters that led to tears in eyes. Heartily eating the spread of buffet. The photo sessions that made me feel like a model. An evening that would be remembered for years and years. The evening ended, the party was over. there were at least around. The fancy crowd of four hundred something people, which was made by my friends, a few of family friends, business partners, and a few of office staff. Most of then resorted back to their homes.
