Hearts Entwined

chapter 24

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Samrat pov 

Bhai Sa called me to his penthouse at 10 PM to discuss something, but I finished my office work early and decided to go over sooner. It turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made. As I entered, the living area's lights were dimmed. I moved forward to switch them on, and at that moment, I heard Bhai Sa's voice. It wasn't his usual tone; it was filled with pain. I slowly approached the source of the voice, guided only by the dim lights. As I neared Bhai Sa's room and was about to knock, I heard his voice again.

(i was just a 3 year olde mere baby when Samrat was born, beaming with happiness in my father's arms in the hospital. I saw my Mumma with a baby wrapped in a pink blanket on the bed. My father kissed my mother's forehead while I looked at my baby brother with adoration....)

 I heard him speaking words like "adoration," "Mumma," and "family." I chuckled because these words were foreign to me. Adoration was something I never received from my parents. "Mumma," a word that means the world to most kids, felt like an unknown place to me. Family, the closest bond for many, seemed the most distant to me. And why wouldn't it be? I was never part of that for my mother.

I was about to leave because I didn't want to be affected by it all over again. But hearing my brother speak with such vulnerability and a touch of affection towards me made my steps falter. I stood outside the closed room, leaning closer to the door, and listened to him.

(Chachiji decided to take care of Samrat and gave him the love of a mother that he deserved, as my Chachi could never conceive. So, when Dadi Sa allowed her to take care of Samrat as a mother, Chachi and Chacha were beyond happy.)

I was listening when I heard the word "Chachi." I whispered, "Choti Ma," my eyes glistening with tears. Hearing her mentioned again by someone from the Chaudhary family stirred deep emotions in me. She and Chote Pa were the only ones who made me feel what being loved was like, but they too left me in this cruel Chaudhary mansion, where no one was mine.

(I used to sneak out of her room and go to my Chachi's room to play with my baby brother, who was becoming more adorable day by day. His cuteness made me want to squeeze his cheeks.)

The way Bhai Sa was recounting his past was different from how I had always understood him. The Bhai Sa I knew seemed indifferent, as if he didn't care for me and saw me only as someone who wanted to steal his throne. But now, as he spoke, I could sense the adoration in his voice when he mentioned me. It was a side of him I had never seen before, and it caught me completely off guard. I felt a mix of emotions—shock, confusion, and a strange warmth.

Then came the revelation that shook me to my core. Bhai Sa's words revealed a truth I had never imagined. My heart pounded as I leaned against the door, taking in every word. The Bhai Sa I had resented for so long had actually harbored feelings of protectiveness and care for me all along. The realization hit me hard, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. All the walls I had built around my heart started to crumble as I stood there, absorbing the emotional weight of his words.

( Mumma, please, Samrat ko lag jayegi! He is crying, Mumma! You can beat me later on in our room, Mumma, please!" I was crying for mercy in front of her, while Navya Chachi was trying to hold her hand and shouting for help.She continued beating me, and I didn't cry because Samrat was under me..)