The Veiled Hearts

🌹Call from Unknown🔪

Vanya(23 yrs old,2015) POV,
       
It's been 5yrs since Kunal bhaiya(big brother) went to America.He is in America and doing the same job which my father used to do 3yrs ago before retiring. He told me he is doing a very crucial job where he cannot risk the sound of a phone ring or vibrations.So, I never called him for once in the last 5yrs nor Bhabhi di but we do text him and tease him by dropping messages.
      
He keeps his messages short ,but during night time he makes sure to write an impactful message which always assures us he is  doing well in America and puts us into slumber. Today he is coming from America and I was determined to make him stay in India from now on because he already sacrificed a lot of his personal life. When my brother was in America,my dad never stopped talking about him,he frequently boasted to his friends living around, all the relatives about how proud he was of his son, who serves as a bodyguard for the future CEO of the Singhania family just like he served the present CEO of Singhania Enterprises who is Vikram Singhania before retiring.
       
When someone asks about me to my father , he just says he is searching  a man for me to get married . He only emphasized the importance of getting skilled in kitchen and household activities . My brother saw his dictator attitude towards me.
       
I still remember when I was 18 ,I came home in a wet saree covered in a dupatta of male sherwani ,after that incident happened with me in ganga ghat .My father screamed at me when he reached home at night and told my brother how I was exiting the temple in a wet saree at age 18. He was so ashamed of me that he didn't approach me to introduce me to his Boss and Boss's family.

Bhaiya just stood there listening to every ill word my father spoke to me. Bhaiya grabbed my wrist firmly, his grip tight with frustration, and pulled me up to the rooftop. I could sense his anger as we ascended the stairs towards the roof. He asked me ," You played in river without me, how could you? ". I smiled at his remarks ,he always trusted me .I said," well in my defence My lord! I was praying in ganga not playing".He smiled but with a saddened face he said," It might be our last Shravan together, we should have gone together".
       
I sensed sadness in his voice and went to bring 2 chairs which was present behind him.My dad was still screaming from down room saying,"Kunal give her 2 slaps ". My brother clapped in air 2 times and said," I slapped".I always laugh at how my brother lies to my father when things come down to my happiness .

We both sat under starlight. Bhaiya kept both his legs on railing as leg support,I always copied his actions so I kept my legs too just the way he did.He smiled and said,"You will never stop copying me". I said,"Till date never found a reason to stop". He placed his hand over my head, gently brushing my hair with his fingers, before turning his gaze towards the night starlight sky of Varanasi.