Everything but her

Is love enough?

'Virat, what are you doing here at this time?', Aarushi asked him.

'You wouldn't pick my phone. What choice did you leave me?', he sounded angry and helpless.

Before Aarushi could speak any further, Ajinkya interrupted,
'I think you should leave. Whatever had to be told has been told to you. Right Aarushi?', he said looking at her.

Aarushi was left with nothing but a nod.
'I will leave. Just give me one chance to talk to her. And Ajinkya why do you think that this cannot work out. I mean, what do you think of yourself. An astrologer? Or a love guru? I get the fact that you are her brother but please this is her life. It is for her to decide. Not you.'

'Are you done with your speech. Then please get out or I have other means to handle people like you. You would not like it.'

Aarushi looked at her brother and was pleading with her eyes not to harm him.
'Okay, I will leave. But tell me Ajinkya is this really about Aarushi? Or are you just jealous of me? You just want to snatch my happiness away from me to get a relief on your wounds? You can have your way today but I will remember this day and I am never gonna forgive you for this.'

'Virat, just go', Aarushi said as she knew she was torn between her brother and Virat. And at this point, Virat had done nothing but added fire to the fuel by saying the things that he had said. She understood his emotions and she knew that everything he said was mere frustration rather than anything else but she also knew that Ajinkya would never get that. And why would he? He hated him as he had involved his sister in a relationship which Ajinkya was sure would end on a sour note. He did not want his sister to be heartbroken.

Virat looked at Aarushi and gave her one of those looks where he meant to say how she had failed him. He needed nothing more. He stomped out of the house with tears in his eyes. He had just wanted an explanation. She had none. Instead she had asked him to leave. He felt like a prop. He felt as though he had been used enough and thus was thrown away. What had he achieved, he wondered? A World Cup? And a broken heart? Wow, what a combination. And the clock had already struck 5. If he did not make it till 5:30, one more sad lesson awaited him.

Aarushi went straight to her room and closed the door behind her. She was disappointed both in Virat and her brother. Virat, for his anxiousness and her brother for not understanding her. She had no power left to fight. And what would all the fight bring, she wondered. A soured relationship with her family. Well, she was not old enough to be independent and go out there leaving her family behind her. She had many dreams and she knew Virat was not the end of the world but he was a part of it. And his brother had failed to understand this. She had to give up, she knew. But the question was, WHY? Because of the probability that they might not end up together. Well, there was a certainty of failure at each juncture in life. But life itself did not stop there. But these were all her tit bits. She knew no one was gonna get her. So, she let herself dwell on all those thoughts while making herself comfortable with her pool of tears.

Virat had reached the hotel by 5:30 avoiding any other drama. He messaged Dhoni that he had reached and went straight to his room. His eyes had swelled up and he looked like a ghost. But he was not done yet. He wanted to cry. He just wanted to vent out those emotions which had made him a slave to them. He had had enough drama for the day. He wanted peace and he knew within this peace lied the tides which had power enough to destroy him. But he didn't care. He thought he could handle anything now. The loneliness, though, without him realising, was killing him. He could have done better calling someone out to help him. But, his own ego prevented him from doing so. He kept giving himself reasons as to why he did not need anyone. He was tired but sleep never came to offer him relief. In this moment of self destruction, he just remembered a lone figure, his dad. He believed that had he been there he would not have turned into what he had eventually turned out to be. He would not have held the image of a womaniser. He would have had the woman of his dreams with him. But he was gone. And so were his dreams. He hated himself. Hated himself for being the person that he was. In this moment of weakness, he felt he had wronged everyone. He was ashamed of what he had said to Ajinkya because he knew it was his anger talking more than he himself. He had not meant any of those words but they came naturally to him at that moment. He could not fathom how cheap he had gotten just to have what he wanted. And somehow, he just concluded that maybe he never deserved her.

Tears flowed freely that night. The trickles down the cheeks of those two were not actually an indication of weakness or sadness alone. There was an added element of helplessness too. It had seemed a few years back that they could take on anyone. Well, they had come to face the reality now. And it was a tough pill to swallow. They had understood that somehow their love was not enough to make them stay together. Sometimes it never is...