「 ⋆.˚ 𝐀𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 ꩜ .ᐟ」
all he did was to burn himself to provide her warmth but instead of picking up his ashes and embracing them, she brushed them off like a dirt; was it her fault? a naïve stupid girl who wanted his warmth when...
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meera’s pov :
Is this a dream…or have my prayers finally found mercy?
Is this really him? He came back? I looked at him from my balcony, who was being dragged by his brothers towards the crowd where everyone was dancing from his car. I feel pity for Reyansh, he might end up being slapped.
But, even if it’s him, he is my sister’s fianceé and to-be-husband, he will get married to her in a few hours. Not like I have any feelings for him but he is quite good looking and I doubt if he has been loyal to my sister.
Mahek is not someone who is petite or innocent, she is cunning and a bitch, and it clearly shows that I am her sister. She chose to pursue dark psychology as her career and then gave up, becoming a college drop out.
And I chose psychology because I wanted to be a psychiatrist—psychiatrist, not psychologist.
I stayed there, looking at him—he looked rather unhappy. His face said it all, but I cannot even guess everything on my own now. There are plenty of Avyansh Rajput in this world. How do I believe that he is the one I met in primary school?
“Meera?” I turned back to look at my mom, who looked like she had been crying and I didn't feel anything about it. She was crying. Okay, next?
“What happened?” My voice was hoarse, this is what happened whenever she talked politely to me and behaved as if I was an actual human and not a plague and was meant to be cursed at small mistakes which surrounded me and ignored if everything was right.
“Y-your sister, M-mahek ran away.” I frowned at her words, what did she mean? And when did she even come here and I didn't even notice, maybe I was too lost and I don't even close my door since no one comes here usually.
“Oh.” That's all I could say, clutching the white lehenga in my fists, I nodded. Maybe I knew where this was going. I wanted to be the one I was before seeing him, I wanted to go back in time and stop myself from coming here on the balcony.
“B-beta? Dekh, t-tu kar le ye shaadi, pl-please?” She moved forward, trying to hold my shoulder but I instantly moved back, what am I? What does she mean?
“Please beta, apne maa-baap ki izzat rakh le.” Maa-baap. Oh. Parents. They brought me up, fed me, educated me, provided me with everything, they might have provided me everything but they couldn't provide me with an environment which felt like home.
I was desperate for a home, too desperate. So desperate that I started looking for it in the people who were like rivers, I put my everything in them and they flowed away with everything I put there.
