Author's pov
Aditi quietly entered Tara's room, noticing that her sister was already awake, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her heart ached seeing Tara like this, so fragile and distant, a shadow of her former self. She approached the bed softly, her voice gentle as she asked, "Are you okay?"
Tara didn't respond, her silence louder than any words could be. Aditi tried again, attempting to lighten the mood, making small jokes, hoping to bring even a flicker of a smile to Tara's face. But there was nothing. No response. Just a deep, hollow void where Tara's liveliness used to be.
Finally, Tara broke the silence, her voice low and strained, "Leave me alone, Aditi."
Aditi felt a pang of helplessness but nodded, turning to leave as requested. However, just as she reached the door, Tara suddenly reached out, grabbing her tightly from behind. The hug was desperate, her hands trembling as she clung to her sister.
"I'm not okay," Tara whispered, her voice breaking.
Aditi's heart shattered hearing those words. She immediately turned around and wrapped her arms around Tara, holding her close. "It's okay," she whispered soothingly, "relax." She stroked Tara's hair, calming her down, reassuring her that it was all over. Tara's body shook as she let out quiet sobs, finally confronting the storm of emotions she had been holding in.
After a few minutes, Aditi pulled away, offering a small, reassuring smile. "I'll get you some water," she said softly before leaving the room.
In the kitchen, Aditi was filling a glass of water when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen, her face hardening when she saw the name. Sidharth. She sighed and picked it up, already frustrated.
"It's me, Sidharth," he said quickly, his voice desperate.
"I'm hanging up," Aditi replied coldly, her voice sharp.
"No, no, no, please hear me out," he pleaded.
"What do you want?" Aditi snapped, her patience thin.
"I just need to know if she's okay," Sidharth's voice cracked, the desperation evident. "Please."
Aditi's frustration bubbled over, her words cutting, "Why do you care? Uski is halat mein saari humari galti hai."
(It's all our fault that she's like this)
"Please," Sidharth's voice wavered. "Main mar jaoonga."
(I'll die)
"Drop the act," Aditi shot back, her tone cold and unforgiving.
"She's the reason I'm begging, Aditi. I've never begged anyone in my life," Sidharth admitted, his voice raw with emotion.
Aditi hesitated for a moment before responding, "She's fine. And stop calling. This is the 49th number of yours I've blocked today."
Without waiting for a response, she hung up, her heart heavy but resolute.
Aditi entered the room quietly, holding the glass of water in her hand. She walked over to Tara, gently offering it to her. "I know you stayed up all night," Aditi said softly, her tone filled with concern. "Now you have to rest, meri jaan."
Tara, who had been lying down, suddenly sat up straight at Aditi's words. Her eyes were heavy with sleeplessness, but something else lingered there too — worry, confusion, pain. "Did he call?" Tara asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the question betraying her emotions.
Aditi hesitated, trying to keep her voice steady. "Tara, remember he—" she began, but Tara cut her off sharply.
"I don't wanna recall," she said, her voice breaking, eyes swelling up with unshed tears.
YOU ARE READING
Unwanted Love
Romance"What would you do if the person you loved was both your salvation and your greatest mistake?"
