[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
Sorry for the late update, I just forgot it was today.
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How much worse can it hurt? You're looking around, held captive by depressing thoughts, and you're trying to swallow that suffocating bile sticking in your throat, but even gulping it hurts. Knowing there's nobody among the crowd, just someone who can look at you like you're human, imperfect, and you can lean your head on their shoulder, laying yourself bare in front of them.
Hardships fall on everyone. But during that hardship, how come their hardship is highlighted, dancing in the limelight, but not mine? Why them, and not me?
Why do I feel like an outcast, when we both played a fair part in deceiving each other?
I don't even want to let such a thought meander inside me. But I can't help it, every time I look somewhere, my eyes drift towards where the family sat, laughing, giggling, their eyes and smiles holding the sprinkle, or rather an essence, of joy. When I stand at the far ends, at a position where I can watch everything, every exchanged emotion, and judge them. I must feel myself in power, for I am getting to see everything, each twist and turn of their facial expressions, which is leading me towards their real faces.
Rather, all I feel is the emotion of being left out. My arms wrapped around myself, surrounded by that awkward silence where I don't know how to feel anymore. There is an unwilling urge to also be one of them.
Why is Amaira laughing so much that I also want to feel what she is feeling? Belongingness. I also suffered.
Why are Dadi's eyes crinkled that it almost disappears? Happiness. I was also betrayed.
Why are Vedansh and Kritika getting to cradle my son? Affection. I stand like an outsider.
I turn around, biting my lips. The view out of the window is much more beautiful than the song of my jealousy. I can't believe myself. But, can I blame myself when the thought crosses my heart again, why me? Why not them?
Why am I the only one standing afar, looking at the happy faces that just remind me of betrayal?
I press my teeth more into the soft flesh of my lips, peering my eyes at the passing clouds. At some point, the gaze gets hazy with a burning coat.
I don't know for how long I was gazing at the clouds from the huge window of Nirvan. Until I hear that one soft call which makes my heart beat like a nomad.
"Kiraz," I blink rapidly, struggling to contain the potent trace of my tears. I turn a little, facing the woman who, with her enchanting smile and lovely eyes, had once cocooned me in motherly love, wrapping me in kisses of blessing. I part my lips but close them. Can I speak a word without my eyes bawling out in tears? I gulp, nodding at her.
She looks at me for a moment before smiling, "How are you?"
I look away from her, avoiding her gaze, holding everything in me to prevent a tear from slipping from my distressed eyes, "Fine."
