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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Heavy pressure on my head, something crawled underneath my hair. My eyes flickered opened, adjusting to the bright white lights. It didn't took me time to register I were at a hospital, the IV drip next to me made it rather apparent. Soon the memories came rushing back to me, my heart seemed to fall deeper in the pits. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. How was he? I tried to get up from the bed, the needles attached to my hand hurt.
I twisted my head to the other side, heart jolted. Thr whirling universe finally settled. I tried plucking the needles off my hand, when it didn't come off, I let it remain there, quickly jumping from the bed, "Bhai," My eyes let the tears fall freely, my sibling stood there in his whole glory donning the black suit, the shiny shoes and rage prominent on his face as he talked on a call.
He turned his face to me, "Roshni, God, you're finally up." I ran to him. The iron rod connecting IV knocked down on the impact, making me flinch. With quick steps he reached to me, soon I was enveloped in his safe embrace. The needle as well flung out of my hand. Warm liquid trailed down my hand, I didn't care. He was here and I was in heaven. "Bacche, kya rahi ho, khoon beh raha hai," I shook my head, I could thank the universe enough. I don't what would have I done if something happened to him, I'd die a thousand times before seeing him in a bad condition.
"Aap theek hai na?" My dry throat released a coarse voice. I hug him tighter, I'd much to say yet I couldn't form words. He was here that was enough for me. My sobs echoed in the rather cramped room.
"Theek hoon main, kuch nahi hua hai mujhe," He patted my back. "Lekin yeh kya kar liya tumne? Khyaal rakhna tha na, kitna hurt kar liya hai khud ko?" He held my shoulder, scanned my face.
"Main theek hui," I sallowed a cry. My eyes ran at his body, "Aap ko- hurt toh nahi hua na?"
He shook his head, "I wasn't in the car," he made me sit on the bed, took my face in the cups of his palms, "Roshni, itna sensitive nahi hote hain, zindagi me zehen ka istemal karna hota hai, dil ka nahi," he sounded serious and firm, "Kabhi bhi aise nahi nahi karte hain, bacche, humesha cautious rehte, life is not a game."
"Oh God!" Niharika stepped in from a door adjacent to the room, her cognac eyes rolled at her husband, "Aate se kya aap sabko lecture de rahe hain?"
"It's not a lecture, all I'm just is asking you both to remain cautious and act diligently." Eyes turn firm as he address us, "Kabhi mujhe kuch ho gaya toh-"
"Bhai,"
"Mister Singhania," Niharika and I cut him off at the same time. He sighs. She blinks her tears away, so do I, "How're you feeling now, Roshni?" She shifts the topic.
"Better,"
I wipe a tear, "Why do you say such hurtful things?" My unwounded hand caress his shoulder, "You mean us the world, bhai,"
