Spin-off to "Big Yellow Door" but could be read as a standalone.
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I was labelled as the girl who got fame as heritage or the one who couldn't stand up to the reputation her parents held. They say I'm a shame to my infamous parent's legacy.
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Vedarsh's POV
I waited for Ayra down at her hotel. We thought of spending time together today before she went back to Delhi. The past few months were quite challenging. But then, if I look at it, my whole life passed the same way. The only escape I got from my harsh reality was when I got to spend time with her.
I still remember the time when we were in 8th grade. She had just returned from her successful world tour. The whole nation was in awe of this young girl who owned the stage like a pro at the age of 13. She had debuted just a year back or so, but she had been a name since she was born. The students from our class would demand things from her in return for doing a favour. Sometimes, they would ask her to bring her parent's autographs and other times, they would ask her to sign dozens of hers.
I didn't tell her this ever because her pride would have been broken by it, but I had seen her crying silently in the empty classrooms. She wouldn't let the world see her sorrows. She was confident. She was bold. Her personality was attractive. Her smile was a million bucks. I could see why the whole school felt jealous of her. But she was lonely, just like me. That was what forced me to befriend her.
The years went on, but she was still the same broken girl I saw in that classroom. She would come to my small apartment. She would blabber about her life. She would smoke, and she would drink. She was a perfect definition of the girl your parents would warn you about, but I still wanted to be there for her. She was the only one who never judged me. Who let me be. Who didn't ask me unnecessary questions or the one who didn't give me any stupid advice. She had loads of complaints about my home, yet she would barge into it anytime and would stay for hours or days. In a way, she took my loneliness away.
When she hit rock bottom, people were cruel to her. They made her broke her into pieces. What did she do? Fine, she was worse than normal, but she was still a teen. People at that age make mistakes. They would be granted forgiveness because they would learn with time. But she was an exception to that. They treated her differently.
Her misbehaviour made headlines. That affected her performance. People said she lost her charm. They started harassing her. That affected her in the worst way. She shattered when her label asked her to stay out of the public eye for a couple of years. I saw her breaking day by day, but I felt helpless to do anything. So I let her be.
She was just a kid.
People should have given her time. They could have been better with her. They didn't care. I couldn't imagine the hell she went through. Still, that girl always held her head high and fought her inner demons bravely. All that while fighting with the whole world to save her music, which she loved more than herself.
