Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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I was an orphan. I came from nothing, with no one. I had no home, no money, no family and honestly no life. I pushed through that nightmare in hopes of something better.
If I could go back to my younger self, I'll tell him to keep doing whatever you think is right. I would tell him it's worth it. Every decision, every risk, every tremor in my body to just stop. I would tell myself that it is all worth it. Because it all leads to today.
And even though today is just another Wednesday with nothing special, it's more than special to me. Because everyday means something to me now. It's not another day that I fight to survive. I thrive in it now.
I live life because it matters, not just because it's obligatory.
I have the things I once dreamt of. I have a house that I own, and it's not just bricks and cement, it's a home.
I have all the money I ran after since I was merely four. I have more than I ever imagined and I'm grateful for it.
I have a family. I have a brother who looks up to me, even though he is a genius himself. I have a mother who welcomes me with warm hugs whenever I visit. I have a father who sits with me and talks about everything, from the weather to politics to sports.
My life feels complete. But none of these things fill my heart as much as she does. She is the owner of my heart and home. She is home.
I tuck some hair behind Shivangi's ear as I watch her sleep. Some might call it creepy but her and I have been married long enough to not care. She smiles and open her eyes to look at me before shutting them back and sighing. "Did I wake you up?"
She shakes her head. "I've been awake since way before you even breathed in my direction." I look out the window then back at her. The sun has barely risen above the horizon, and I've been staring at her for a while. "And why are you awake so early?"
"Because your child hates me." As if it's just mine. I'm sure all the hate and anger and arrogance is a Kapoor trait. "What did my poor innocent child do now?"
