This was bad, extremely bad. It wasn't supposed to be this like this. Knowing it was fine untill someone spoke it aloud made it more real. He was getting annoyed by his feelings for her. He decided to go out for coffee or stroll. Anything just to get out of here.
"Ahaan bhai, everyone is calling for you."
God, he couldn't face her right now. Nonetheless he went inside only to see her smiling at him. She was really very happy. This was not how he had planned it out for her. He managed to give her a faint smile back.
He was broken to see the love of his life tying knot with someone else. He couldn't see her anymore. He hurriedly escaped from that heart wrenching scene. He went to the only person who understood him best.
"Aatish bhai, I loved her and still love her so much. Then why couldn't she just marry me? Why does it hurts to see her happy?" he asked his elder brother on the verge of breaking down.
"Look Ahaan, when you truly love someone, you should respect their decision or choices more that your own wish. You need to understand that it's not her fault that she loves someone else." his brother explained in his calm voice.
"You need to be happy in her happiness. If she is happy with someone else you should stand by her as her friend, her support system."
"I know bhai but what about me? What about my love? I just wish to marry her. I want to keep her with me. I want to see her every morning I wake up, bhai". He was clearly desperate.
"you love her truly, right?" his brother asked him in all seriousness and without skipping a beat he mumbled yes.
"Then let go of her. You'll be happy when you see her happy."
Ahaan knew his brother was right but it is so much more difficult to do then say. He wiped his tears which fell somewhere in between the conversation.
"Act happy for her." his brother patted his back and adviced him.
Ahaan did managed to act happy for his best friend. He showed his best friend how happy he is for her. It was gut wrenching for him. But he could go through that pain all over again just to see her enchanting smile once more.
Aatish on the other hand stayed in the room. The state of his brother reminded him of his own angel. He called her with a smile on his face. She was the prettiest girl he ever saw.
She picked up his phone on the first ring just like a good wife. Her scared hello made his smile more lively. "I love you so much, baby doll" he said lovingly."I love you too" her voice was barely above whisper.
"I didn't hear it princess" his voice was still normal but she could clearly feel his undertone warning.
"I love you too, Aa.. Aatish" her words were forced.
"I'll ask someone to give you food. Go and wait near the door" he instructed her and cut the call.
She dragged herself to do as he instructed. It was painful. Her legs were still healing. She could hardly walk.
He instructed his staff for her food and wondered why couldn't he act on his own advice and let go off her. Then he realiazed he didn't possessed the heart of his sweer brother. He loved her immensely and it was enough reason for him to cage her in his sinful arms. Whereas his brother was an angel in true sense.
Ahaan was a lover. Ahaan loved his best friend so much that he sacrificed his love for her happiness. He couldn't see her with someone else so left to abroad with the excuse of higher education
Aatish too was a lover. He loved his angel. He loved her so much that he couldn't bear to see her with anyone. He loved her enough to cage her in his love so that she'll always be there for him.
Who was the true lover among the brother?
Is it okay to let go of your love? If so then did you really love them?
Or is it fine to cage? If so how would yoi justify it?Is it possible to live happily without your love?
Is it possible to live happily by caging your love?What is true love actually means?
Bhai means elder brother.
Thanks for reading. Hopefully you will like this short story. Don't forget to vote and comment your views about love.
~Azekah
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