Unwanted [COMPLETED]

Chapter 28

Nandini

The stillness of the moon, as I look at it through the window, makes me want to have that same peaceful state, but I can't bring myself to do it.

No matter how much I try, I'm unable to take this nagging restlessness from my heart that I have been feeling for the last five days. It seems like a foreshadowing of something terrible about to happen.

"Why do I feel this way? Why?"

The last time I felt this way, Vivek was taken away from me. He was brutally killed that night because he wanted to protect me.

After Vivek went out that night, my parents pleaded with me to call him back and forget about everything Rishabh did with me. They wanted me to stop creating a fuss and convince Vivek to destroy the evidence I gave him.

They even berated me, saying I was doing all the drama to get their son out of the way so they would love me.

"Even if we never had Vivek, even if you were our only child, we would have never loved you. NEVER," Papa had said to me that day with such contempt in his voice that I had my heart clench painfully against my chest, realizing he meant each word he said.

Although I was saddened by how my parents seemed to think me wanting to get justice for being molested by Rishabh was me creating a fuss, I did call Vivek that night to destroy the evidence.

I wanted justice, but not at the price of my brother's life.

But I was unable to get to him. I kept calling for hours, but the phone didn't connect. Mom, Dad, and I were up the whole night, panicking when Vivek didn't return until the wee hours of the morning.

A shudder passes through me as I remember how dark that night was for us—being worried sick about Vivek. Crying, screaming, shouting—it was the heaviest and darkest night of my life.

And the morning that came after that night was even darker. It brought such pain into my life that it shattered me into pieces.

My brother's bloodied, lifeless body was brought to us by some police officers. His whole face was swollen, his clothes all bloody.

That was the moment I sank to the floor and cried hysterically, my parents also bitterly weeping at the loss of the only child they ever loved.

And what's more horrible than Vivek's devastating loss is nothing was done after the murder. Absolutely nothing was done to provide justice to my brother.

To cover his crimes, Rishabh made my brother a bad guy, concocting a false story about Vivek coming to his house that night to burrow some money because he was in trouble with the dealers with whom he had been buying drugs.

Not only that, but Rishabh also claimed that those drug dealers even tailed Vivek inside his house that night, and he and his parents were threatened by all of them to give them the money.

Rishabh also said he gave Vivek the money because he cared for us and our family. He alleged that once Vivek got the money, he went away with those men, and he didn't see them that night after that.

The police believed everything because Rishabh provided them with all of the fabricated evidence. It even included the message he received from Vivek's number about the money he urgently needed.

I kept shouting about everything being a lie spawned by Rishabh to save his skin. I kept screaming that he killed Vivek, who came after him once he found out Rishabh had been molesting me, but no one believed me.

I had given the one piece of evidence I had against Rishabh to Vivek that night. I also told the police about it, but they didn't find it anywhere. It wasn't with Vivek, and nothing was found in Rishabh's house too.