[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...
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The world is same for you and me. We exist in the same world. The universe I am existing cages you too. We live in between millions of people but with the cosmic play, we even started sharing the same fate.
Just think, I live and breath between millions but in that million, an odd number danced in my ears like the music from the strings of violin, you became the one amongst the millions.
I felt her eyes set on my hands. Especially, the moon tattoo. I got it because she was fascinated by the celestial body. I choose to get seven phases of moon. Coming with a promise that I ought to never break. To never look away from her, when she stands before me. She will be my lady, the queen of my darkness, she will never be naked in my heart without the brush of my emotions on her canvas. She will be the moon, at every form.
I pat Veer's stomach, the boy diving in the dreamy world, where we have no control. As if we have in the real one. I kiss his forehead, a small smile quirking my lips. He was hidden from me for five years. I was unwelcomed in his life, the life which I also played an important part.
But I was too harshly, without even my knowing was pushed away. I burn in her memories to the extent which makes me hate her, a bitterness coating my lips, and she, she enjoyed the time, watching my son growing up.
I don't need a fucking DNA test, to tell me he is mine. Not now when I have connected every dot, which always make me appear before the same door, that Veer is my son. My fucking blood runs in his vein. She bore him in her womb but she doesn't hold the leverage to keep my child hidden from me.
I will make sure she comes to me willingly.
. . . . . .
“Make sure you email me the test reports,” I said, as the old woman nodded her head. “I will email you the reports personally.”
“What about the other tests? Veer's weak heart. Did you get to know something?” I tapped my fingers rhythmically on the glass surface of the table.
"Your wife told our nurse not to perform any such test," she said timidly, pushing her rimmed spectacles up the bridge of her nose. My fingers stopped tapping on the table as I lifted my gaze from the ground to look at the old woman properly.
“What do you mean?”
“You were busy with your child when our nurse approached you. Your wife stopped her, saying she didn't want to perform any such test. According to her, Veer had already undergone his check-up last month, and he was fine. She also handed us the reports, and everything seemed okay,” she explained as she slid the white sheet across the table, marked with some figures and terms unfamiliar to me.
I glared at the sheet, lifting it and then tossing it back before her. “If I had known I would have been in your seat. Therefore , enlightenment me with your medical terms.”
