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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Cream walls. Brown and gold accent furniture. The mirror reflected, my dressed up self. Beige over coat. White turtleneck inside to keep me warm. Blue denim pants. Black block heeled boots and a same colored hand knitted scarf.
Snowfall were always my favourite. Leaving this city and the states, had taken me away from pretty, cold snow. Snow, snowman, snowballs and snow fights. The last was left long back. The last was left seven years ago. Cousins and I used to fight with snow balls. Laughing when the other was hit with it, hoaxing a cry when own self were hit.
Crying... That is what was left with me. Even though I had that person who wiped every single year of mine, my eyes would never stop shedding tears.
"Are you done?" I sighed. Images of snow. Images of the left years, left my mind. As I heard my brother ask.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Ready, just not enough to face them once again. Ready, just not enough to face my old, painful wounds.
The morning to face them. The morning to face my old, painful wounds. Was here. My stomach churned with fear. With pain. I sallowed a gob of saliva. Painful butterflies flew in my stomach. Two painful years. Thousands of hours. And millions of seconds later, I had almost no contact with people who were called as my family.
Bhai was twenty. I was eight or nine. One day he came home, next day he took me with him to him. To my home. Massachusetts. He completed his degree there. And I tried to complete mending my broken heart. My empty soul.
Firm two knocks on the door. I knew who was behind the door, I turned to the door. It opened, bhai came inside, "should we leave?" He stood next to me. Lean, long, rings clad fingers fixed tie, his onyx eyes looked at his own self through his reflection.
I nodded, "I'm done. We can leave." I picked up my signature fragrance, spritzing it. I placed it back on its place.
Azure and watery. Azure and hurt eyes. Looked and looked at me. I blinked. Turned my face away from the shiny reflective surface. Inhaled. I had to prevent myself from breaking down once again. I had to prevent myself from troubling my saviour again and again. I exhaled.
He left my room. I could hear him conversing on a call. I went out. Pressed on the upside down triangle button. Ping sound and the copper doors of elevator opened. We entered. Descended down to the basement. Nirav greeted bhai and I. He opened the backside door of a shiny sedan, my brother asked me to sit. While he sauntered to other side. Sat inside.
His assistant sat in the passenger seat. Bundles of files and a laptop bag hung on shoulder.
An unfamiliar face took the driver's place. "Good morning Sir," he turned his neck at the back, "Namaste madam." Smile deepened, I nodded my head at the bald spotted man.
"Sir, this is Suresh. He is a local here." Nirav informed.
Bhai hummed at response.
The bald spotted man, released the clutch. Car came to life. The person beside let him know the address to our family house. At moments, he was confused when bhai had to clarify the address.
