The Audacious Hearts

Hope!

Hope never dies, until the person who hopes dies.

Sometimes we know that what we are hoping is not possible. Can never cone true. Yet, beyond all rationality, we continue to hope. Maybe, just maybe, what we desire will come true.

Hope is the whispered melody of possibility, a tender bud in the garden of longingHope is the gentle echo of the heart's yearning, a radiant ember that refuses to fadeIt's like a gentle promise, saying that maybe, just maybe, the pages of time will bring us back together.

And that was the hope I clung to. Yes, even after all that happened , I still harbored hope that I would see my sister once again.

The sparkle in her eyes, the smile on her lips, the melody in her voice, the warmth of her body, the solace in her hugs, and the positivity in her soul - she was like the warm sun after a long, chilly day. A hug of love after a lifetime of despair. She was my rainbow, vibrant with colors and full of life.

Waiting is painful. Letting go is painful. But not knowing which one to do is most painful.

I couldn't let go of the hope that she was still alive, not until I saw her lifeless body at least. After that long black night She just vanished. She never returned. Or perhaps she was unable to. But she was somewhere. I know. I could feel it.

And that's why I am here today, hoping that, at least today, I will get to know where she is? what happened to her? what they did to her? why she didn't return? Is she still alive or....

As I stand watching the view from one of the highest building in the city, I couldn't help but smile. The city lights were twinkle like fireflies. Something she loved dearly.

No, she didn't feared dark. She simply adored the light more. To love the light more, you don't need to fear the dark. You just need to step in it and let it embrace you all.

Taking a few steps back, I inhale deeply. Then, with full speed, I run and jump, a metallic wire securing me, guiding my glide to another building. Slightly lower than the one I stood on.

The chill breeze caresses my face and ran along the lengths of my hairs. Letting them dance freely.

Reaching the second building, I take long steps to slow myself down by friction and fall to my knees. My eyes are closed, adrenaline erupting in goosebumps on my body, and my heart pounding in my chest.

Good.

Because it's time to make someone else's heart stop.

With a confident breath, I opened my eyes and untied the metallic wired arrangement from my body. And then I moved down to the second top floor of the building where he lives.

Aryaj Malhotra.

The owner of one of the topmost companies of his time, now bankrupted. The company dominated the stock market for 8 months but after that declined miserably. He is left with nothing except for the apartment in this building.

I made my way down to the 39th floor. I couldn't take the risk of being noticed by other people living in the building and hence took this route.

Dressed in a black t-shirt and black pants, wearing a badge from a food company, with a cake box in my hands, I reach his door and ring the bell.

No reply.

I ring it again.

No reply.

Is he already dead?

I ring the doorbell for the third time, and it opens a moment later.

"Can't you give a guy sometime to wear a shirt and become decent?"