Siblings who had solace in the presence of each other, get trapped in the web of fate and luck, embark on their saga how they battle through the game of destiny called life, shielding each other from any problem hurled towards them.
This twenty seve...
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The double doors opened, with Niharika revealing her tear stricken face, her nose red along the rim of her eyes in the same colour. "Hey, can I come in?" Forcing myself to put on a polite smile, I asked her.
"Sure." She spoke with no emotions in her voice, moving aside, she added in whisper, "it's your house." Her voice had a lace of taunt in it.
"I'm sorry." Not minding what she just said. I apologised.
A humourless chuckle escaped her painted lips."What are you sorry for, Roshni?"
For breaking your heart? For playing with your emotions. I had messed up terribly this time. It was my brother who really loves me like anything to say something on such matters. I was just trying to make things better, it just did not. I don't why, it had to turn out like this.
"I'm sorry for doing all that, Niharika." From the creases of the dark violet silk bead sheet laid on the king sized bed, my sight moved to her honey brown eyes, glossy from the tears she was holding instead of letting them fall. Before she could say something, I added, "I know whatever I was did was extremely wrong, but my intention wasn't to hurt you, I was just trying to make you feel good."
"It's okay." She breathed out, plopping down on the cream sofa kept beside the windows. I don't know if I could read peoples' expressions well, however, it seemed she was trying to dismiss whatever I said. "I also have a little sister, Roshni, and maybe if she were in place of you, she would've had done the same." She got her gaze back at me. "Aap aisa kuch nahi chah rahi thi," my eyes smile, I raise my head to nod at her, "Nahi chah rahi thi na Roshni aisa kuch?" Barbaric tone take me aback, I squirm in my seat, uncomfortably.
("You weren't wanting any of this, Roshni. You didn't want it, right?")
Goosebumps erupt on my skin, "main aisa kyun chahungi, Niharika," tears prickle my eyes, "main apne bhai ka ghar kyun barbaad karna chahungi?" My heart hammered as if trying to escape the prison of the ribcages.
("Why would I want that, Niharika, to ruin my brother's life?")
Cognac eyes stare into my soul, chronically a chain of tears descend down the hallows of her cheeks, "Kyunki unhe bardasht nahi hota hai ki unke bhai kisi aur se mohhabbat karein-"
("Because they cannot live with the fact that their brother is in a relationship and loves his wife.")
I stood up from the chair, interrupting her, "Main aisa kuch bhi nahi chahti hui, Niharika," I silenced my ringing phone. "The person who gave me everything, I just want his happiness, nothing else, Niharika, I don't want to wreck his home and upset him. Don't worry," Rebecca's call buzzed again, I moved to the balcony, sliding on the touchscreen to the right, I sticked it against my ear.
("I absolutely do not want this.")
"Hello." Rebecca spoke through the device. "How're you, Roshni?" She sounded cherry as usual.
