Their Broken Hearts

4. The Night We Met

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Adira's POV

"Are you Sahil's brother?" I enquired.

"Yes," He beamed. "And your wish came true," he added.

My wish? What wish?

This time, there was something different about his aura. He looked unbelievably lively.

"But I never saw-"

"Wait, your hands, they're-" He cut me off as his smile faded and a concerned expression washed over his face.

"Yeah, roses. It's okay, it's nothing. I'll apply some ointment there," I shrugged.

He nodded, not taking his eyes off them. 

I'm perfectly fine! It's just some little clumsy accidental piercings. Why is everyone making such a big deal out of it?

"Were you looking for something?" I asked because he was wandering in the opposite direction of his guest room. "Do you want me to show you your room?" I added.

"I was looking for someone," he said, locking his eyes with mine.

What has changed about him? He's the same man but...different.

"Oh," I said under my breath. "Who?" I asked.

"Found her," He pressed his lips together.

He still doesn't give straight answers.

"Make sure you clean the cuts properly, I'll see you around." He quickly changed his expression and slowly slipped away.

I was intrigued. I had only ever heard of the middle son of the Rathore family who was killing it in his business.

I had no idea Siddharth was the same Rathore son who never showed up for any of the wedding celebrations, who was discussed widely in our house because of his nasty divorce and the fact that he let go of his daughter's custody like she never meant anything to him. 

Siddharth has a daughter? This one was a shocker.

I met Siddharth because of a thunderstorm that got us stuck in a small town in the snow capped alps for two whole days. He looked sad beyond anything when I saw him for the first time and he was probably way out of his senses when we had our first ever conversation.

1 Year 9 Months Ago...
Somewhere in Switzerland

I was supposed to visit a small town, a few kilometres away from the Villa we were staying at.

In a museum that I was touring, I bumped into this man.

He had these lost puppy sad boy eyes. He politely apologized for bumping into me and I couldn't help but notice how he just kept walking till the end of the long museum hallway, without even looking at any of the beautiful artefacts or the paintings.

He just sat at one of the benches in front of a huge painting and slowly lifted his gaze to stare at it.

I walked towards him, slowly and carefully, one step at a time, and as I drew myself closer to his sad energetic field, I noticed his nose turning red and his eyes filled to the brink.