Neirohi's Family OS

YRKKH: shattered bond's and lost hope's ; part 4

Part :4 Aarohi Neil Birla ❣️

Aarohi stood on the balcony, her fingers gripping the cold metal railing as if it was the only thing tethering her to reality. The evening breeze played with her hair, but her mind was far away, lost in the labyrinth of memories that she had spent years trying to navigate. The sunset cast a warm glow across the sky, but Aarohi felt none of its warmth. Instead, she felt the familiar chill of loss, of heartache that had become all too common in her life.

The memories came rushing back, unbidden and relentless. Her father, Kartik-she could still see his smile, hear his voice in her mind as clearly as if he were standing beside her. He had been her hero, the one who had taught her the meaning of love, of family. But life had a cruel way of taking away the people you love the most. His death had shattered something inside her, leaving a void that nothing and no one had ever been able to fill. She had been so young, so unprepared for the harshness of the world without him.

And then there was Sirat-her mother, by every other measure that mattered. Sirat had stepped into a role that wasn't easy, but she did it with grace, with love. Aarohi had been too young to understand the complexities of life, to grasp the depth of what Sirat had done for her and Akshu. But as she grew older, she began to see it-the sacrifices Sirat made, the love she gave, the way she had tried to hold the family together after Kartik's death. Aarohi's heart clenched as she remembered the day Sirat died, falling from the temple stairs, trying to protect Akshu. It was a moment that changed everything, a moment that took not just her mother but also her faith in the idea of family.

After Sirat's death, the Goenka household had become a place of unspoken grief, of hidden pain. Aarohi had felt like an outsider in her own home, her heart heavy with the feeling that she was loved less, that she was always second to Akshu. It was a thought that had haunted her for years, one she couldn't shake even when she tried to convince herself that it was just her imagination. But the doubt was always there, lurking in the back of her mind, whispering that she would never truly belong, never be truly loved.

Akshu-her sister, her rival, the one person she had blamed for everything that had gone wrong in her life. Aarohi's eyes filled with tears as she thought about how much she had hated Akshu, how she had blamed her for Sirat's death, for the fractures in their family. It had been easier to point the finger at Akshu than to face the unbearable truth that life was simply unfair. For so long, she had seen Akshu as the cause of her pain, as the one who had everything Aarohi had been denied.

But time had a way of softening even the hardest of hearts. As the years passed, Aarohi began to see things differently. The anger that had once burned so brightly began to fade, replaced by a deep, aching sadness. She realized that Akshu wasn't to blame for their mother's death, or for the other tragedies that had befallen their family. Akshu had been just as much a victim of fate as she was. And when Aarohi learned that Akshu had moved on with Abhinav, she felt something she hadn't expected-relief. For the first time in a long while, she felt genuine happiness for her sister. Abhimanyu had been a storm in Akshu's life, and Aarohi knew that with Abhinav, Akshu had found the calm after the storm.

Aarohi wiped a tear from her cheek as she thought about Neil. Neil-the love of her life, the one person who had seen her, truly seen her, in a way no one else ever had. Neil had been her safe haven, her light in the darkness. He had loved her with a kind of love that was pure and unwavering, and he had made her feel like she was enough, just as she was. Aarohi's heart ached as she remembered the way he used to look at her, the way he made her feel cherished, important. With Neil, she was never the second choice-she was his first, his only choice.

But then, Neil had been taken from her too, in the cruelest twist of fate. His death had left her shattered, lost in a world that no longer made sense. The hope that his body had never been found had been the only thing keeping her going, the only thing that made her get up each day. She had clung to the idea that maybe, just maybe, Neil was still out there somewhere, waiting for the right moment to come back to her and Ruhi. But as the days turned into months, and the months into years, that hope had started to fade, leaving behind a deep, aching emptiness that nothing could fill.