His Anaa | Blinded By Love

🥀Twelve • I Don't Wanna Live Forever 🥀

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I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain

And I don't wanna fit wherever

I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home

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He halted the car in front of the park and stepped out. Spotting Angana sitting on a bench, Raghbir walked to her and sat down on her right side. She was engrossed on her phone, going through their fan pages on Instagram.

Yeah, they too had a fandom. Angana had always been in spotlight being the prime minister's daughter. Raghbir too got popular when it got disclosed that they are dating. And their wedding pictures and clips online worked as a catalyst in making them popular to the extent where their fan pages were created on social media.

She looked at him, glared at him, to be exact. He chuckled, “What?” And she showed him a post on one of their fan pages. It was the picture of her and Aas sleeping from the day when Aas was babysitting her.

“Oh, I had shared it on my story once. They must have taken it from there.” He replied while smiling sheepishly.

She shook her head and then scrolled further. There were many pictures of Raghbir and Sahana too. Sahana was very much active on social media. Her feed was filled with selfies and reels with Raghbir. The entire country knew they were inseparable.

And then there was a particular post of Angana standing beside Abhimanyu. It was taken by the media outside the party office some months ago. The caption said, “They are the living example that a guy and a girl can be friends.”  Only if they knew that they were exes. But both of them were still good friends, no doubt in that.

“Anaa, will you keep scrolling through our fan pages? I'm tired from working all day yet I'm here to fulfill your demand.” He complained.

Apparently, Angana had demanded him to accompany her to the park near their home every single day. Because according to her, watching kids playing in the park everyday will lessen his fear of fatherhood.

“Oh, sorry.” And she put her phone down, “So how was your day?”

“It was hectic and I'm feeling very tired.”

“Aww, my baby is tired.” She pulled his cheek.

He, as always, wrapped his hand around her waist. She wasn't wearing a waistchain.

“Why aren't you wearing waistchain?” He complained.

“Who wears a waistchain to park?”

He made an upset face at that and looked away from her, watching the kids play football. Silence fell between them. A comfortable silence. He still had his hand around her waist and was rubbing his cold fingers against her warm skin.

“I think it's because of your late sister.” She spoke out of blue.

“What?” He didn't really get what she wanted to say.

“Your hesitancy to be a father. I think it's because of losing a newborn sibling at a young age. Maybe it's the trauma.”

He sighed, “It can be. She wasn't the only child my parents lost. Before my birth, they had lost two more. Two sons. One was six years older than me and the other was four years older than me. Both of them died within an hour of their birth. Luckily, I was born healthy. It gave them a hope that maybe they will not have to face the pain of losing a child again. But my younger sister too died within an hour of her birth. They were traumatized after her death so was I. I was excited to have a sibling. But one moment she was crying and the next moment she went silent... forever. Mom and Dad decided to not try conceiving a baby again. They were grateful to have at least their one child survive.”