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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Her deep eyes filled with distress. Curly brown tresses moved along her head, "I was so worried for you." Noor Jahan expressed her concern over my health.
My head rested against the soft pillow, I pulled the comforter to my neck. "I'm better now," I tell her. "Who told you about this?"
"Viraj," She scoots her chair closer to my bed, "He told me your address as well."
My heart halts, as the memories of that day rushes back. "Oh!"
The door to my room opens, "How're you bestie?" Sonam enters in with flowers and balloons in her hand. "These will make your feel better," She tied the strings of the pink balloons on the handle of my bedside drawer.
"Thank you," I smile at her, my voice still weak from the exertion. "This is Sonam, my childhood friend," I gesture at the girl beside me.
"Hi, I'm NoorJahan," She extends her arm at Sonam. They share warm greetings.
"How are you, now?" She takes a seat on my bed.
I nod my head, "Much better,"
We talk about our college and a some random things. My mind often went back to the fracas that took the other day. I wanted to talk to my sibling about it, I was certain he would not tell me any disturbing things. I tried to ask our dad, neither did he tell me, what was going on. Niharika and I were the ones in darkness.
Sky turned in a shade darker, moon radiated its subtle light, my friends left for their homes. My brother came to me, a packet of medicines in his hand. "Who got all this?" He asked casually, taking a seat on the chair.
"Sonam and NoorJahan," I sit up straight.
He cups my face, "Tabiyat kaisi hai?" I developed a fever last night from the immense pain in my head.
("How do you feel?")
"Better," I roll my fingers around his wrist, "Aap ek baat batayenge?"
("Will you tell me something?")
His eyes narrow, "Kya hua?"
("What is it?")
I sallow the bubbling lump in my throat. Fear clenched my guts hard. I hoped nothing was going wrong, "What made you furious that day in the hospital?"
"Roshni," His lips break in a smile, "Itna pareshaan hone ki koi baat nahi hai." He loosens his tie, takes off suit jacket.
"Aap ne Vikrant ko kyun maara?" I ask softly.
("Why did you hit Vikrant?")
He breaths out, rolling his shirt's sleeves. "He was getting over friendly," He pulls the drawer open, placing the packet inside.
"Sirf-"
("Just-")
"Roshni have your medicines," He gently cuts me off, putting a few tablets in my open palm.
