Imisha

ix. him?

~imisha's pov~

The word "happiness" has the power to bring immense joy and light into one's life. It's ironic that some people view happiness as an illusion or a mere dream. The significance of happiness and well-being often goes unnoticed until a life-changing moment occurs. Those who have not yet experienced such a moment may believe that happiness does not exist for them or anyone else.

Some people feel envious of those who experience happiness. It's not the happiness itself that they envy, but rather the people who are happy. They feel a knot in their stomach and their heart aches when they see others having fun and laughing with someone else. It's not their fault; they've never experienced these feelings themselves, and that's why they envy them.

I was one of them. Whenever I saw someone my age enjoying themselves in the park with their friends, laughing, eating, and talking, I would wonder why God couldn't give me that. Seeing people having fun with their families, and siblings playing and running around, made me question if someone could love another person so deeply that they would do anything for them. I never received a lot of love from Mom and Carter, and I never experienced anything like that.

That is the reason I'm savoring every single moment with my beloved brothers in my room. Ikshit is sifting through my overflowing closet, carefully laying out dress options as he helps me choose the perfect outfit. 

Tanmay bhaiya is styling my hair, deftly working through different hairstyles until we find the ideal one. 

Meanwhile, Ahaan bhaiya is meticulously rummaging through my accessories drawer, selecting the perfect jewelry to complement my look. 

It all began when, about half an hour ago at 6 p.m., my brothers tenderly knocked on my door and sweetly asked if they could assist me in getting ready for the night. Their warmth and sincerity were too much, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion as I welcomed them in. Even Ahaan bhaiya seemed happy to be around me for once.

"Imisha, is this dress okay? If not then please choose yourself because it's already 6:30." Ikshit puffed out tiredly, sprawling over my bed, laying the dress out for me.

I was absolutely stunned by the dress he picked out for me. The dress was a perfect reflection of my style, nothing uncomfortable just perfect - a beautiful white strapless knee-length frock with delicate, flowing baby pink sleeves. My instant reaction made it clear to everyone that this was the dress I would want to be wearing.

To confirm their reactions, I said, "I'll wear this one!" There were cheers, yays, and hoorays all around.

I turned around swiftly as I heard Ahaan bhaiya urgently calling my name from inside the closet. I walked inside and asked, "Yes?"

"Here's your jewelry," he grumbled, handing it to me. "I think it'll complement your dress. If you don't like it, feel free to change it. Not like I care."

His words were gruff, almost masking an attempt at thoughtfulness. Despite his indifferent tone, I mustered a tight smile in response and accepted the jewelry from him.

It was a beautiful pearl necklace paired with small golden infinity hoops, a diamond-studded double bracelet, and some silver-stoned rings. He even handed me a small red purse with some white block heels which would definitely go well with the outfit Ikshit chose for me.

"Okay everyone, chop chop! Go to your rooms get ready and we'll all meet downstairs in half an hour." Tanmay bhaiya said enthusiastically as I walked back towards my seat near the vanity.

Ikshit carefully placed the last of the pins in my hair, and silently asked me through the mirror if it looked right. I smiled at him brightly to reassure him that it was perfect. It felt like some form of twin telepathy, being able to understand each other through our eyes, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I had a different connection with him than the others. Maybe because he was my twin and the fact we shared the same womb together.