Heal Me

30.The Climb

Ye Fitoor Mera Laaya Mujhko Hai
Tere Kareeb
Ye Fitoor Mera
Rehmat Teri
Ye Fitoor Mera Maine Badla Re
Mera Naseeb
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Ishaan's POV
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I jumped down from the ledge with a soft thud, landing perfectly on the lawn below Esha's window. As I straightened up, I glanced upwards, finding her still leaning out, her cheeks a crimson red.

That blush – God, how I lived for it. It made her look innocent, vulnerable, yet somehow out of reach, which only drove me crazier. I grinned, giving her a few silly hand gestures, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Bye, meri jaan,” I mouthed to her, my heart pounding. She pressed her lips together to stop herself from smiling even wider, but the blush betrayed her.

With a wink, I hopped onto my jeep, turning the engine on. She waved at me one last time before closing the window, and I drove away, grinning like an idiot the whole way home.

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As soon as I entered my room, I threw myself onto the bed, the excitement still buzzing in my veins. The night air was cool, but I felt nothing but warmth as I thought of her.

Her smile, her laugh… the way she bit her lower lip when she was nervous. I could still smell the faint scent of her perfume, still feel her soft touch lingering on my skin. Every second with her felt like a lifetime, and every time I left, it felt like my heart was being torn apart.

My thoughts were consumed by her. I couldn’t get her out of my head. Was this love? Nah, it was deeper than that. Zyada kuch hai yeh… much deeper.

It wasn’t just about seeing her smile, holding her hand, or kissing her forehead. It was more – the need to be the reason she smiles, to protect her from everything that could hurt her. My love for her was growing every day, suffocating me sometimes, but in the best way possible.

Yeh pyaar nahi hai, mera pagalpan hai.

And I loved it. The idea that she was mine, and only mine, was enough to make my heart race.

But suddenly, my smile faded. Something from earlier nagged at me, clouding the joy I felt.

*Flashback* –

I had parked my jeep a little further down the street, as usual, so no one would notice me sneaking in. With a wide grin plastered across my face, I moved toward the side of Esha’s house, ready to do my nightly acrobatics to get to her window.

“Arre yaar, ab yeh pipe phir se climb karna padega?”I muttered to myself, rubbing my hands together like some action hero preparing for a dangerous stunt. “Aaj nahi, yaar! Kal se seedha darwaze se aake milunga.” Of course, I was lying to myself. Esha would never let me use the door.

I grabbed the pipe, testing it with my weight first.

Haan, theek hai, ab koi naatak nahi hai.

I started pulling myself up, but halfway through, my grip slipped, and I nearly fell back. “Arey bhai! Kya kar raha hai? Spider-Man banega? Pagal hai kya tu ishaan?”*

Then I heard it. Voices from the living room.

Ignore kar Ishaan, apna kaam kar... But something made me stop.

I peeped through the small back window that led to the living room. I could see Esha’s parents. They were yelling at each other. Her mother’s voice was sharp, like nails on a chalkboard, while her father’s was gruff and dismissive.

“At least meri maa se toh sikhi hoti, how to be a mother!” her father snapped, slamming his hand on the table.

Esha’s mother scoffed. “Aapko lagta hai yeh ladki meri wajah se bigdi hai? Tumhari nahi sunti, isiliye tumhein jalan hoti hai!”

I rolled my eyes. "Bakwaas chal rahi hai. Yeh dono hamesha aise hi jagda karte rehte honge. Koi kaam nahi hai mere liye yahaan."

I was about to continue my climb, but then I heard something that stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Waise bhi, yeh ladki kisi kaam ki nahi hai,” her father spat out, pacing the room. “No wonder she doesn’t have any real friends. She’s just like her mother, useless. Ek din ghar se bhaag jaayegi, dekh lena.”

Esha’s mother crossed her arms, glaring. “Haan, waise bhi koi achi kismat nahi uski. Is ladki se kya umeed rakhni?”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. *What the hell?*

I felt my hands shaking, my blood boiling. *Yeh log apni beti ke baare mein aise baat karte hain?*

Esha – my Esha – had to listen to this every day? The thought alone drove me insane. I could feel my body tense, my fists clenching.

Kaise log hain yeh?

Before I knew it, I was shaking with anger. They didn’t deserve her. Woh itni pyari hai, itni innocent. Tum log kaise baat kar rahe ho uske baare mein?

I could barely contain myself. The rage bubbling inside was like a volcano about to erupt. How dare they?

Without thinking, I finished climbing the pipe, this time faster, with more determination.

*End of Flashback

The memory still burned in my mind as I lay on my bed. Every word they said replayed in my head like a broken record. My temper was rising with each passing second. Now I understood why she always seemed so sad, so distant sometimes.

She wasn’t just hiding from the world; she was hiding from her own family. Uska apna ghar uske liye safe jagah nahi hai.

My jaw clenched as I thought about the pain she must have felt.

Aur main kuch nahi kar raha? Main kaise kuch nahi kar raha?

I needed to protect her. Not just from the outside world, but from the people in her own house. The people who were supposed to love her, who were supposed to be her strength, were the ones tearing her down.

And then there was me. Main usse bachaaunga. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.

No one, not even her family, had the right to make her feel like she wasn’t worth anything. I’d show them. I’d show all of them how wrong they were.

Because Esha isn’t just my obsession. She is my world.

Meri duniya sirf usi ke aas paas ghoomti hai.

I wasn’t going to let anyone take that away from me.

Woh sirf meri hai. Aur main uske liye sab kuch kar sakta hoon.

The night grew darker, and as I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts swirled with both love and anger.

Unka kya haq banta hai uske saath aise baat karne ka?

Tomorrow, I’d see her again. I’d hold her close, remind her that she wasn’t alone. Woh kabhi akeli nahi hai, jab main hoon.

My love for her was turning into something more, something I couldn’t control. The obsession was consuming me, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I welcomed it.

Esha was mine, and nothing – not her parents, not her sadness, not even the world – could change that.

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To be continued.....

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