The law of love

chapter 4

I devoured my ice cream as he sat next to me on his car's bonnet. He took me to the park, which has been our favorite place to hang out since we were kids. I grinned at him as I looked towards the swing with a chipped yellow color on it, which was brightly displaying our childhood memories.

I was playing on the swings when Kabir ran towards me.

"Sahiba, let's go to the bigger swing."

I looked at the climber, which was as tall as the tree next to it, with uncertainty in my eyes.

"No, Kabir, it is too tall. I am scared. What if you and I fell?

"Then I will catch you."

He looked at me as he said something that I couldn't understand fully. The nine-year-old me couldn't make sense of the underlying promise behind those words. I wonder if he did. I wonder if he could understand what he promised.

"You can barely take care of yourself. How will you take care of me?"

I was still not convinced about the swing. But alas, he dragged me towards the swing as he helped me climb and made sure that I reached it when he left my hand and started climbing himself. He was about to reach me when I forwarded my hand and tried to help him, but my hand slipped as I fell from the swing. I could hear him yelling my name and rushing towards me, but it was all blurry. My hand touched my nose, as it was hurting the most, but it came out bloody. I panicked, looking at my blood-covered hand as I saw people rushing towards me, but before I could register something, my eyes closed.

All I could think was that he couldn't keep his promise, he couldn't help me, and he couldn't catch me when I was falling.

I could feel a hand caressing my head as I tried to open my eyes. I figured it was a hospital bed that I was lying in while my mom was sitting there. She looked at me as she gave me a comforting smile.

"How are you, honey? Are you feeling better? Should I call the doctor?" She asked me as I hugged her.

"I am fine, ma."

"I was so scared, my love, that you were injured."

"It's fine, ma. I am fine. I was playing when I fell down the swing."

Suddenly, my grandma entered as she came towards me and hugged me.

"Sahiba, are you fine?' I nodded at her and explained to her the same thing that I did to my mother. She kissed my forehead as she told my mother to bring me food and talk to the doctor about when we could leave.

Mom came with tamato soup that I don't like, but she forced me to eat it as it was the only thing that doctors allowed at the moment. 

The doctor said I was fine; for the most part, just the fall impacted my nose, and I started bleeding. There was no concussion or fracture. I need rest for a day or two, and I will be fine.

I texted my friend Anya that I would not come to school tomorrow. The painkillers made me feel sleepy as my mom kissed my forehead and tucked me into bed. Bhai came a while later, all panicked, as he checked on me and asked me if anyone had pushed me from the swing, to which I nodded in negative. I slept a while later, dropping a voice note to Kabir and telling him I was fine and he needed not to worry.

I somehow whined and convinced my mother to let me go to the park, as I was feeling fine, and after a lot of struggle and puppy eyes, she let me go, but not before telling me not to go to any swings.

I ran towards the park, hoping Kabir would be here, and to my luck, he was sitting on the bench alone, looking down at his shoes. His driver uncle smiled at me as I waved and ran towards him. His eyes fell on my shoes as he slowly looked up at me, as he couldn't believe I was standing there. He suddenly got up and hugged me as I stumbled from the impact and smiled. I could feel him shivering as I hugged him tightly, letting him know that I was fine. He looked at my face, observing my injuries, as a wave of guilt passed through his eyes.

"I am fine, Kabir." I held his hands as I observed his bleeding knuckles.

"You hurt yourself again," I murmred, and I bought first aid to clean his wounds. I keep it with me now, knowing that I will most likely need it.

He said nothing as he observed me silently as I cleaned blood off his knuckles.

No words were shared that day about the incident that occurred the day before. I didn't need any words to know that he was sorry that he couldn't keep his word. He didn't apologize, and I never asked for it. I never needed to look, as I could see the guilt and the regret. As I grew older, I seemed to realize I never needed words from him. His eyes spoke volumes to me. I would be standing in a hall of people, and with just his eyes, I could always figure it all out. and he knew that too.

kabir and I finished my ice cream as we looked at the stars, bringing light to the dark sky.

"What happened today?" I asked him, breaking the comforting silence that seemed to linger for too long.

"My father somehow knew about the fight,"

and I knew what that meant. It was always him, his father. I nodded my head, and I laid it on his chest, providing him with comfort through touch that I couldn't through words.

"Exams are starting next week."

I grinned at him as he looked at me challengingly. There was always competition between us as to who would score the most, and whoever did lose had to do something the winner asked for. It could vary from paying for the next meal to stealing a test from the teacher.

"Game on Sahiba"

I grinned at his challenge. Oh, how much I love defeating him.

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