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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Merry exploded in the mansion. Erupts of laughter surrounded the cold alleys of our home. The second wedding of the new generation was announced. My brother said yes for the alliance.
Our family Priest declared the auspicious dates for all the ceremonies and wedding.
My heart could not rise up from the pits it had sunk into. I couldn't breath, my neck felt as if was choked with all the might. As if all the butterflies had died in my stomach, something kept falling in it. It didn't feel good.
Was I selfish? When everyone was happy I could not be.
Sharp wind brushed across my skin, eyes closed at the impact. My eyes were stuck on the orange strewed over the blue sky. It has been two days and I am unable to accept, the person who gave me everything was getting married.
"Your highness," Foreign voice made me startle, I looked the at white corridor. On threshold, stood a house help, she smiled, so did I. "Rohan Sahab is asking for you. He is in the garden," I nodded at her and she took a cue to leave.
I walked down the stairs, reached the garden. Dad was settled on a swing, he patted the empty spot next to him. I sauntered over to him, holding me in a hug, he smiled, "My Roshi, you look enchanted.
"Thank you dad." I rest my head on his shoulder. We sit in silence for a short period. My eyes fell on the platinum wedding ring of his, my lips parted and I sighed. We had talked and moved past that, my heart still hurts he claimed that woman over me. My conscious made me realise, I was selfish. I just think about myself. I never think about anyone else, my dad or my brother. When I was the one who cause them agony and pain. I was selfish, I need to learn the world does not revolves around me and my misery.
"You have turned eighteen," His voice startles me. Flashing a smile to him, I nod. He sighs, "Time flies, Roshi you look just like Ragni. You have the same hair, the same smile. When you walked in here you looked, as if it was her. The same grace and the same elegance as her," He halted, his glossy eyes running over my face, "I'm sorry beta, I shouldn't have married Saudamini-" Tenderly, he places a palm over my cheek.
Grasping his wrist lovingly, I shake my head, "No dad, please don't say like that." What happened was not wrong. How it took place was wrong. You deserve to be happy. To have a partner, who loves you, whom you love. What happened to our family was tragic.. and was all caused by me. "You've done nothing wrong," I forgive him the moment, I found out how tragic was my mistake. I should be the one to apologise.
He pulls back his hand, places it on top of my other hand. We gaze at the pond, still water similar to our emotional state, still. Unable to move over the bitter past. It has been twelve years, I used to think I was pettiest human alive. I used to think I had been done the most unjust, growing mature, I realised our dad was not happy either with the alliance. No matter how much Saudamini loves him, or how much he love his wife, the mother of his daughter. Our dad missed having us around. He misses our mother and his first wife.
