waves of kismat

~chapter-3~

Akira nodded politely. And then she said.

"I'm okay, thanks for asking,"

Her eyes darting towards her front door. She stopped at her track, and then she said"I should probably get inside."

Avyakta nodded understandingly. "Of course, I didn't mean to intrude. Feel better."

Avyakta wants to know her name. But he understands the situation and didn't asked anything. He smiles and started to walk.

Akira turned and then, she entered her home, Akira let out a sigh of relief. She loved her family, but they could be overwhelming at times. Her mom was in the kitchen, cooking up a storm as usual. The aroma of sizzling vegetables and spices filled the air, making Akira's stomach growl with hunger.

Her dad was sitting on the couch, engrossed in the newspaper. He was a news junkie and always had to stay up-to-date on current events. Akira smiled, remembering how he used to read her the news when she was a kid, using funny voices for the politicians. "

Just then, a tiny superhero zoomed past her, cape flying behind him. "Akira, Akira! Watch me save the world!" her little brother, max, exclaimed, leaping off the couch.

Akira chuckled and ruffled Max's hair. "Save the world from what, little bro?"

Max thought for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. "From the evil broccoli monsters!"

"Eww.... Brocolli?" Said akira

Their mom laughed from the kitchen. "Well, we're safe from those monsters tonight, Max. No broccoli for dinner!"

Akira smiled, feeling grateful for her quirky family. She loved them to bits, even if they drove her crazy sometimes.

Akira walked over to her father, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Hey, Dad, what's with the serious face? You look like you're trying to solve world hunger."

Her father chuckled, but his eyes betrayed a hint of frustration. "Akira, stop it. I'm trying to read here."

Akira giggled and poked him playfully. "Oh, come on, Dad. You're always so serious. Lighten up!"

Her mother intervened, her voice warm and gentle. "Akira, sweetie, why don't you go wash up for dinner? Your father and I have a surprise for you."

Akira's eyes lit up, but her enthusiasm was short-lived. As she entered the dining room, she saw the cake her mother had made, adorned with candles and a big "Happy birthday" sign, remembering the incident that happened with vivan.Akira's heart sank, and she felt a lump form in her throat.

"Mom, Dad...I don't want to celebrate today," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She like the fact that her family is trying to cheer her up, but how can she celebrate it.

Her parents exchanged a knowing glance, but said nothing. They knew about the accident, about Vivan, and about the significance of today's date. But they had hoped to cheer her up, to distract her from the pain.

Akira shook her head, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I can't do this. I just can't."

She turned and fled to her room, locking the door behind her. The sobs she had been holding back finally broke free, and she collapsed onto her bed, overwhelmed by grief and heartache. And then she cried.

Akira's tears fell like rain, remembering the day.

Vivan was excited to celebrate her birthday. She had been angry with him for not wishing her first thing in the morning, waiting for him to make the first move. But little did she know, he was planning a surprise party for her.

The memory of their last conversation still haunted her. She had been upset, wanting more attention from him, and didn't pick up his call immediately. By the time she did, it was too late. Vivan had been in a car accident and was badly injured. Everything stopped for her in that moment. She felt numb, frozen in time.

When she finally reached the hospital, it was too late. Vivan was gone, and she never got to say goodbye or tell him how much she loved him. The regret and guilt consumed her, and she couldn't forgive herself for not answering his call sooner.

Days later, she discovered that Vivan had been planning a surprise party for her birthday, and had even gone to her favorite shop to buy her favorite cake. The thought of him going out of his way to make her happy, only to meet with tragedy, broke her heart all over again.

Akira's sobs grew louder, her body shaking with grief. She wished she could turn back time, answer his call sooner, and tell him how much she loved him. But life didn't give her that chance, and now she was left with only memories.

Few minutes later.........

A few minutes later, Max knocked on the door, but Akira didn't respond. He kept knocking, and eventually, she relented, opening the door slightly. Max slipped inside, his eyes wide with concern.

" who made my sister cry? Me, SuperMax, won't leave them alone! I'll zap them with my trusty gun!" He brandished a toy gun, making silly "pew pew" noises.

Akira couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her little brother, his superhero costume a bit too small, his belly poking out from under the shirt. The mask he wore was comically oversized, and his serious expression only added to the hilarity.

She remembered gifting him the costume, but accidentally choosing a size too small. Now, seeing him try to be a brave superhero, despite his miniature stature, brought a much-needed smile to her face.

Max, encouraged by her laughter, continued his superhero antics, chasing imaginary villains around the room. Akira watched, giggling uncontrollably, her tears momentarily forgotten in the joy of the moment.
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