"I'm breaking my boundaries for you, I'm boxing every negative thought of mine, I'm literally going my way out for you...please don't hurt me."
"Never. I'll never hurt you, Myra. Just trust me, I'm mafia, but I'm not a monster."
"I can't believe it...
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"How is he doing, doctor?" I asked, clutching the phone, trying hard to control my emotions.
I couldn't fall weak. I couldn't!
"He's still the same, King." I closed my eyes, hearing the response, which I had a clue about, but every time my heart wanted it to be different. I didn't want to face it again.
"Take care of him." Saying this, I quickly hung up the phone and wiped the lone tear that was trying to escape my eyes without my permission.
"I know whatever I say won't make you feel any better, but like I always say, I'll repeat it. You're not alone in this. You know that, right?" As I heard Kabir's words, a faint smile spread across my face. He placed his hand on my shoulder from behind, hoping for a response.
After turning around, I responded, giving him a sad smile. "I know, Kabir." He just stared at me for a good ten seconds before engulfing me in a hug. I closed my eyes, almost falling weak, and hugged him to gather some courage.
Kabir and I have been best friends since childhood. He was always there for me, even when my life took a complete 360-degree turn. He was like a brother to me, even though we weren't related to blood. Our bond was based on love and shared experiences.
My parents legally adopted him because he was the son of one of my mom's close friends. My mom was Indian and Dad was Russian, and so was Kabir's. So we used to live in Russia, but once a year we used to visit India for holidays or festivals.
Unfortunately, his parents passed away in an aeroplane crash when he was only five years old. After that, he lived with his grandparents in India, but even they couldn't be there for him. They also passed away when Kabir was just seven. That's when my mom and dad adopted him.
Since I was their only child, I had always wished for a sibling, and Kabir became that sibling for me. We formed a deep connection from the very beginning of our childhood.
