Whispered Promises [COMPLETED]

Shot 1

"Love, a spell woven in the tapestry of time, where every thread is a heartbeat echoing in harmony." Kabir said, looking into Kajal's eyes.

"It's a magic beyond enchantments, it transforms ordinary moments into extraordinary tales, written in the stars." Kajal said, her cheeks turning a share of red.

"Love is a class where every girl says 'Love you Sarang' " Sarang said cheekily.

"Love is just a business, where you give your heart and simply earn pain in return." Parth said, his heart aching from all the betrayals he had been through in his life.

"Parth..." Kabir called softly

Parth slightly flinched, seeing the pity in his brothers' eyes.

Pity!

He has always been pitied in his life.

Pitied for being the son of a philandering father.

Pitied for being the son of an alcoholic mother.

Now, Pitied for being betrayed by the woman who he thought to be his life partner.

Parth, without another word, walked away from the pool side to his bedroom.

"Damn it! We shouldn't have talked about this now" Kabir cursed.

They were celebrating after Kabir and Kajal's reception party, and for a moment they forgot the pain his brother had gone through recently.

"We shouldn't have," Kajal agreed, feeling guilty.

"Let's give him some time, Kabir bhaiyya. He will come through it" Sarang said.

"I am worried that he will go back to-" Kabir stopped abruptly, not wanting to disclose that dark phase of his brother's life, not even to his new wife.

"He won't," Sarang said, understanding what his brother was going to say.

"Go back to what?" Kajal asked in confusion

"Nothing. It's late. Let's retire for the night." Kabir said and walked to his room, Kajal following behind him.

Sarang walked towards his room. On his way, he peeped into his brother's room and found him lying on the bed, with his eyes closed.

Parth, hearing the sound of the door knob, quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be sleeping. He was in no mood for company.

Sarang's company? Absolutely No!

He twisted and turned on the bed, sleep far away from him.

His life was so messed up!

On an impulse, he packed a small duffel bag with a few clothes, his sketchbook and a couple of things necessary for his paintings.

"I need to stay away from here for a while. This house is toxic," he muttered to himself and walked stealthily out of his own home like a thief...

*****

Parth opened his eyes when he heard the sound of someone yelling.

"This is the last stop. Get down! Get down," Someone was screaming.

Parth rubbed his eyes to clear away the remnants of sleep from his eyes.

When he looked out through the window, he realised the train had stopped at some village.

The last stop, they said!

He has been travelling for almost twenty four hours now.

He picked up his bag and got down at the station. He looked at his phone and saw that it was dead.