The Saxena Complexity

Brotherhood

~|| CHAPTER 2 ||~

And there stood The Reyansh Saxena on top of the stairs burning like The Sun. He's a male actor who shone with an irresistible charm that warmed the hearts of all who encountered him. His genuine friendliness knows no bounds, and he effortlessly radiates a warmth that draws people towards him like moths to a flame. With an infectious smile that lights up the room, he puts those around him at ease, creating an atmosphere of comfort and camaraderie.

"Ma, why do you always do this? You know I love Rudra Bhai the most of all. His affectionate presence lights up even the darkest of days, filling my heart with warmth and joy. He has an uncanny ability to sense when I'm feeling down or troubled, always ready with open arms and a compassionate heart to offer solace and comfort. His caring nature is reflected in the little things he does, from sending thoughtful messages just to check on me when my movie is a flop to preparing my favourite meal when I need a pick-me-up. He listens intently to my thoughts and feelings, never judging but always encouraging me to express myself freely. His unwavering support empowers me to embrace my vulnerabilities and challenges, knowing that I'm not alone in this journey of life. He's my go-to man in everything, you know that? In times of celebration, his genuine happiness for my successes shines through, and he becomes my biggest cheerleader, celebrating each milestone with boundless enthusiasm. He believes in me when I doubt myself, and his faith in my abilities propels me forward with newfound confidence. So, why do you constantly hurt him, time again and again?" yelled Reyansh.

"He's older, it's his responsibility. Hasn't he damaged my life much that he has to now take my favourite son away from me? And it's not like he is listening to anything I'm saying, so why should I care?" screamed back Reshma.

"Ma? Do you think he isn't listening to any of this? Just look at the person who is hiding behind the pillar near me." saying which Reyansh pointed his hands towards the pillar where stood Rudraksh meekly. A sudden hush fell over the others when they saw him standing there. It was in these moments, did Rudra dare to shed the armour he had worn for years so proudly, revealing the tender vulnerability that lay beneath. His face resembled the 5-year-old child who also used to crave the attention and affection of his stepmother.

This was the other side of Rudraksh Saxena. A man who spent his entire childhood reeling in aching emptiness and silent longing. Within the walls of his home, affection, and warmth appeared scarce, leaving him yearning for a connection he could never seem to grasp. Except for his younger brothers, his father, and Anaisha, he was hated by all especially his wife. The weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled gestures seemed to burden his heart, causing him to retreat into a realm of solitude, where the pain of rejection was his constant companion. Each day, he battled the invisible wounds, trying to find solace in the simplest of things, while the hunger for love and acceptance gnawed at his core.

"Enough, Rey. She is your mother. Whatever you are today is all because of her only, never forget that. Our differences are a matter that we will solve if she wants to. You don't have a say in it. Say Sorry to her right now for using such a high tone with her. Right now, ok?" corrected Rudra. Rey seeing the rise in the temper of his elder brother quickly and sincerely apologised to his mother. Reshma, being the stubborn lady she is, stomped off before muttering, " My children hate me because of him."

Now that the drama had dissolved, all of them started focusing on the matter at hand. Reyansh and Anaisha's reception. All of them hadn't dressed up for the function yet which was starting 3 hours later. They all dispersed to their rooms to start getting ready.

Rudrana's Room

Aahana watched as Rudra stormed into the room, his footsteps echoed with a fierce intensity. The door slammed shut behind her, adding to the tumultuous atmosphere. His face was etched with lines of frustration, and his clenched fists betrayed the anger coursing through his veins. The air seemed to thicken with tension as he glared at me, feeling the weight of his emotions suffocate the room. The walls seemed to shrink, unable to contain the intensity of his wrath. Every object in his path felt like an obstacle as if they dared to challenge his stormy presence. At that moment, Aahana itself seemed to quiver, absorbing the waves of his discontent. It was an entrance that left no room for misunderstanding – he was a tempest, and Ahana could feel the brunt of his fury.