Love Unexpected

CHAPTER 4

**Siya's POV:**

I woke up at 9 PM, feeling hungry since I hadn't eaten anything except breakfast in the morning. I got out of bed and glanced at myself in the mirror. A splash of water would fix my tired face. After washing up, I headed out to find something to eat. By now, everyone had probably finished dinner.

As I walked down the stairs, memories of happier times with my brothers flashed through my mind. I remembered when we used to eat together, laughing and teasing each other. It feels so distant now, like those moments belonged to a different life.

All four of my brothers were sitting in the living room, and they noticed me coming down the stairs. Ignoring them, I went straight to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and started searching for something to eat.

"Piu, listen," Kartik Bhai said, seating himself on one of the breakfast bar chairs.

I paid him no attention and took out a bowl of biryani from the fridge, likely kept there for me by my mother.

As I held the bowl, a part of me wanted to forgive them, to just let go of the anger. But the hurt was too fresh, too deep.

He stood up and approached me. "I didn't mean to shout at you. I just wanted to make things clear. You didn't need to mention my hesitation about this marriage to Dadaji. I don't have a problem with it, and it just made me angry that you kept bringing it up," he explained, his voice softer than before.

I didn't want to talk right now, especially since they hadn't even knocked on my door when I was crying or asleep. How could I just forget that?

I took a spoon and walked past him without saying a word.

"Why so much anger? Come on, Mata Rani, enough is enough," Ashwin said, walking up the stairs with me.

I didn't reply. He hadn't done anything wrong, but maybe I just needed that special attention right now. The kind that made me feel loved, cared for.

"In a few days, you'll be married too, so don't be an angry bird, or we won't even call you after your wedding," Lakshay teased, earning glares from all of us.

I kept walking and finally reached my room. I was about to close the door, but Bhai held the edge of it, so I paused. He removed his hand, apologizing as I closed the door.

I went to my window, opened the blinds, and sat on a chair, starting to eat my food. The cool night air felt soothing against my skin, but it did little to ease the turmoil inside me. I could still hear them outside my room—constant knocking and whispered voices gave them away.

"Fine, if you're not going to open the door, I'm going downstairs. If you feel like talking, come to my room," Kartik said.

I heard his footsteps fading away. Did he give up this easily? I'm angry with him, and he just... Forget it. If they don't want to talk, then I'm not going to break my silence. I'm a PhD holder in being silent, after all.

"Siya, what did we do wrong? At least talk to us. Hmm? Come on, open the door. Won't you talk to your Dev Bhai? Hurry up and open the door," Dev said, banging on the door.

I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I started crying again. This place seems to hate me; there's never been a visit here where I haven't cried. But this time, I feel so lonely. My brother isn't here to console me while I cry, to make jokes about my tear-streaked face just to make me smile. He isn't here. Not with me.

Unable to sleep, I left my room to walk around for a while. Papa had arrived in the evening, and maybe he didn't know about everything that happened today.

I went to the garden and left my slippers on the marble floor. The grass was covered with dew, the mist clinging to each blade like tiny jewels. As I walked on the damp grass, my footprints left a trail behind me. I started walking in a pattern, trying to draw something. I got so absorbed in it that I didn't notice when my father came and sat on the stretcher placed there.

I smiled triumphantly when I completed the drawing and stepped back onto the marble floor to see my footprint creation. It was a panda. Perfect.

The panda reminded me of my childhood—clumsy, misunderstood, but also lovable in its own way. Maybe that's why I drew it. Maybe that's how I felt right now.

"What did you do?" Papa suddenly asked, startling me.

"A panda. Maybe it doesn't look like one, but I tried," I said, laughing at my own lame joke.

"Hmm, what about how you behaved with your grandfather today?" he asked, his tone turning serious.

"I was just looking out for my brother, and I don't see anything wrong with that," I replied curtly.

"You know, beta, I told you to stay quiet and abide by whatever he says because you're not going to live here permanently. You're just here for the wedding. I didn't want you to leave with bad memories," he said, his voice heavy with concern.

"I don't know what 'last time' you're talking about. We're going to move here in just a month and a half. I don't think this is the last time," I shot back, frustration creeping into my voice.

"Don't worry. After that, you'll probably stay there for a while. You won't have to endure living here for too long," he remarked, standing up to go back inside the house.

"Go and sleep now; someone might mistake you for a ghost," he said, earning a smile from me.

As I walked back to my room, my father's words echoed in my mind: "Don't worry. After that, you'll probably stay there for a while." What could he have meant by that? Would he let me live alone in Delhi? And even if he did, Dadaji would never agree to let me live alone. Never in a hundred years.

I don't know what he meant by me not living here after my family moves. Maybe he has a plan. I know he wouldn't lie to me; if he said I wouldn't live here, then I won't.

But the uncertainty gnawed at me, and the thought of living alone in Delhi both thrilled and terrified me.

I lay down on my bed, took out my phone, and started scrolling. I saw that Kirti had been messaging me since yesterday and had called me several times. So, I gave her a call, and of course, she picked up immediately.

"Oh my holy lord, madam, how did you find time for me in your busy schedule?" she snapped at me, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You know I'm in Rajasthan, and the first day gave me plenty of drama already," I said, feeling a little lighter just talking to her.

"You're coming to the wedding, right?" I asked, hoping she would.

"Umm, let me see if I have time. I'll ask the boss for a week's leave so I can attend the whole wedding," she declared confidently, making me smile.

"Hmm," I murmured, feeling a bit reassured by her words.

"Hey, Siya, is everything okay? You sound... off," Kirti's voice softened, concern seeping through.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with everything that had happened. "Yeah, just... family stuff. I'm fine," I lied, not wanting to dive into my emotions just yet.

We talked for an hour, and after some more scrolling, I finally went to sleep, feeling a little less alone.

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