The Sisodias' life is a masterpiece of perfection, crafted for the world to admire. They have it all: empire, wealth, status and reputation that shines brighter than gold. Every smile, every gesture, every word is a calculated performance.
But as t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Jivika's Pov:
He looked weak and feverish as I helped him get into bed. Sitting beside him, I held out a glass of water for him which he accepted with a small smile.
"Thanks." He murmured and kept the glass back, all while I observed him.
"You are not used to take care of yourself, isn't it?" I arranged the pillows around him, he leaned back on the support of the headboard.
"No." He answered and shrugged, making me playfully slap his arm.
"Always Mr. Careless. You remember when we went to our college trip and there also you forgot about your allergy. I had to look after you all the time." I gave him him a scolding look.
"Oye, I told you hundred times to go. You chose to stay." I rolled my eyes at his retort.
"Of course, I had to."
I was sure that if I would leave him alone, his condition might turn worse. This Mr. 'I-hate-medicines' needed someone to scold him everytime, standing on his head. Only then, he will do what the other person say. He is Stubborn, just like me. Wait...where did that came from?
"I never realized before that I was this dependent on others. People around me never made me feel like I had to take care of myself." I heard him say, his tone heavy and I sighed knowing what he was feeling.
It was true. Being close to him for more than a decade, I had seen his brothers shielding him at every step, from every problem. They would never let any harm touch him.
"Aayansh, can I ask you something?" I asked him, not used to the awkward silence which was now a common thing between us.
"What is it?" The serious face mask he is used to put was back.
"What happened back then ? Why did you isolate yourself?" I questioned again, but this time hesitantly.
Maybe I don't have the right to ask him this. When we drifted apart, it was hard for me to distance myself from him but my resolve was firm. He was the one who turned everything into nothing. Even if I wanted to get back to him after that incident, I couldn't bring myself to him. Neither the broken pieces repaired, nor the pain left and we settled where we were.
"What about it?" He looked at me curiously, yet I could see the tension swirling in his brown orbs.
"Why did you never came to me? I know whatever happened between us was...I don't want to get there. But you know, I would have been there if you had called me even for once."
Not a single word I said was a lie. It hurts me to see him become someone whom I couldn't recognize. I have seen the real Aayansh, the one full of life and bundle of joy. Even if destiny separates us forever, I will always wish for him for remain like that.
