Ibaadat

Guilt

Am i a bad omen bhaiya ?

Rishabh's eyes welled up with tears as he gazed at Archit, his voice cracking with emotion.

"Baccha, you're the biggest blessing of our lives. You look just like our mom, and your eyes remind me of hers. You're the reason I kept going after she left us. When Sam refused to come with me, I only had you... I wouldn't have survived without you, baccha. You're my whole life."

Archit's eyes dropped, tears streaming down his face as he mumbled, "But, dad..."

Rishabh's grip on Archit tightened as he whispered, "No, Archit, don't say that. You're not a bad omen.

His hate for you will never overcome the love we have for you, baccha. You're our family, our everything."

The brothers shared a heart-wrenching moment,  as they hugged to each other.
Later, Rishabh managed to put Archit into sleeping in his room, and then he stepped out onto the terrace, gazing up at the sky, his heart still heavy with emotion.

As he looked up at the sky, he whispered, "Mom, I'm trying to be strong for him, but it's hard. Help me be the brother he deserves."

Rishabh's voice cracked as he whispered into the sky, "Maa, I miss you so much... If only you were here, none of this would have happened... My Akshit is broken... Please, Maa, ask God to take care of him... Please..." Tears streamed down his face, his body shaking with pain.

Just then, his phone rang, breaking the silence. He cleared his throat, composing himself before answering. "Yes, Reyan?"

Reyan's voice was cheerful on the other end. "Sir, everything is ready as per your wish. You can spend time with Mam here."

Rishabh hummed. "Hmm, okay."
He cut the call, his eyes still in tears.

He dialed another number, his voice a little stronger now. "Kriti, is Aksh sleeping?"

Kriti's voice was gentle on the other end. "Yes, he's sleeping. Why?"

Rishabh's response was cryptic. "Get ready, Kriti. I'm coming to pick you up in 20 minutes."

Kriti's tone turned curious. "Where are we going?"

Rishabh's reply was soft, a hint of a
seriousness in his voice. "Just for a little while.give aksh to priya

Kriti sighed and nodded, her curiosity heightened. Twenty minutes later, Rishabh's car pulled up to the Malhotra Mansion.
He gazed out at the sight of his "butterfly" emerging from the house, Diya by her side. Kriti's beauty took his breath away, her saree adding up her elegance. A gentle smile graced her face, but Rishabh's eyes, understood to her emotions, getting the deep pain settled in her eyes.

He felt a pain in his heart, wanting to erase her suffering and shower her with happiness.

But the pain in her eyes was a hurtfull reminder of the pain he had given her.