Two broken souls known to each other
One pretends to be fine with a smile
One hides it with a cold facade
One has loved before but still yearns for it
One loved before to only get scars
What will happen when these two are arranged in a bond for li...
Hey I am back with after long . Ik not many read this book like really and it's fine cuz like I erote cuz I liked it not for people to like it . But if you do like it do lemme know. Ignore the mistakes as I edited this on the mobile as my laptop is currently in vegetative state.
So here is the second chapter. Enjoy it ( ◜‿◝ )
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Rivaansh POV
Once the words left Reyaansh's mouth Maasa pulled his ears and he let out a shriek apologizing for his deed. He then smirked back at me. Everyone was in the living room sitting and discussing something or to be precise about us. While Dadisa sat on the single couch looking at us everyone else was sitting on her either side. Adhee smiled looking at me.
She was the most precious to me, not comparing among the siblings but she was my favorite. My whole childhood we used to tease each other and play with each other.
She was 10 minutes old when Babasa had first given her in my arms to hold her. She was as tiny as a small kitten with those chubby cheeks. Her face was red and her hands soft as a feather slightly held mine as I looked at her still in awe. That was the moment I had decided to protect this girl no matter what happened.
Maasa now walked towards us with a huge smile plastered on her face. Vedanshi bent down to touch her feet but was stopped midway when Maasa hugged her slighlty patting her head. She then came to me and caressed my cheek slightly giving me a small smile .
As we moved inside of the hallI I noticed Mrs.Sehgal sitting beside Dadisa. Vedanshi then went to her side and stood beside her silently. Mrs.Sehgal was a woman in her late fifties .
Vedanshi was just a copy for her . Their features were just exact same except for her eyes that she inherited from her father Late Mr. Amar Sehgal. Unfortunately 10 years ago he had died in a plane crash. The news had shattered the whole family badly.Divya aunty was no longer the person she used to be and had turned to a corpse during those times. I still regret not being there for them till date.
Amar uncle was a man of wisdom. He was a lecturer at a Govt.Medical College and was always into books. Babasa used to say that he was that shy kid whom no one talked to and neither did he. If not out of love for Divya aunty he would have till now been the same. I remember that during our summer holidays when we all as kids used to gather at his house he would narrate stories in a way that would leave us dumbstruck. He told us facts that would amaze us . Aunty on the other hand would cook us delicacies and foods filled with fusions that would make our taste buds go heaven.
Coming out of my thoughts I bowed my head and took blessings from Divya Aunty who caressed my head and blessed me
"Kya hua Kunwarsa aajkal aap ghar nahi aate? Kya humse koi bhool hui hai ?"
