𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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• 𝐘𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 •
The world slowed down. There she was, my sister's face, the one I couldn't even forget in sleep. My breath caught, like a hiccup stuck in my throat. The ground felt funny, wobbly almost.
Ten years. After ten long years, Yashika was back. My sister. Her eyes got big, like mine, surprised like nobody's business. Tears welled up, sparkling like little diamonds before she wiped them away quickly. Her voice, shaky and full of feeling, whispered my name
"Yuvika?"
This should've been like a movie, all happy tears and hugs, letting out all the missing-you feelings of ten years. But here, it was quiet. Just us, staring at each other, not a word coming out. Everything else faded away, like the sound going off on the TV. Even myself, I felt far away, like I was watching instead of being there.
Could I even feel anything right now? My sister, the one who disappeared ten years ago, leaving a big empty space, was right in front of me. Ten years of questions with no answers, of a life split in two. Part of me wanted to turn around, to leave just like she did. The other part wanted to hug her tight and make the silence stop. But for now, we were stuck, like two boats lost at sea, not sure what to do next.
My head spun. Ten years. The elder sister who snuck into my bed after nightmares, the one who always wanted to play dress-up in Mom's old clothes that Yashika was gone.
Now there was just a woman, a stranger with familiar eyes, standing where my sister used to be.
"Yashika," I said, my voice flat. Not a question, not a scream. Just her name, hanging heavy in the air.
She opened her mouth, then closed it again. The tears seemed to dry up, replaced by something else - maybe fear, maybe shame, didn't matter to me.
Ten years of wondering, of piecing together a life without her half, wasn't going to melt away with a single tear. This reunion wasn't a Bollywood movie. This was real life, and real life left a bitter taste in my mouth.
She finally spoke, voice shaky, "Yuvi..."
And I did something which I was not supposed to do. When you met your sister after long ten years.
I gripped on Viraj's arm. I spun around, and walked away. I pushed through the crowd, feeling myself disappear into the sea of people.
Her voice calling my name faded into a faint whisper. Rage bubbled inside me, hot and angry. Disappointment weighed me down like a heavy stone. Maybe someday she'd explain, tell me why. Maybe someday the anger wouldn't burn so bright. But right now, all I saw was a stranger where my sister used to be, a ghost of the person I loved.
An hour later, we arrived at the hotel. Viraj hadn't spoken a word the entire time. He didn't pry, didn't ask questions. He just stayed quiet, stealing glances at me every now and then.
