[Sequel of Rang Jo Lagyo: The Colours of Love; can be read as a standalone]
Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them?
When she has learned th...
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Trigger warning: Sensitive content
This evening was morbid. This evening was devastating.
I stood in an open field carrying my little angel wrapped in a white cloth with Hritvik by my side, who was dressed in all white clothes just like me. My eyes were swollen from crying since yesterday and this morning and after seeing Adhvita my heart shattered even more. She was distraught by the news of our daughter's death. She was lying in the hospital wounded, but I'm sure her injuries didn't pain her this much.
I kissed her forehead lightly before putting her small body down on the pyre that barely covered any surface on the bed of woods. Hritvik handed me the burning stick and I lit the pyre on fire. I dropped the stick on it and watched the flames go up, consuming her body with it.
Not having the courage to see this, I turned to a side, dropping my head over Hritvik's shoulder. I cried my heart out and heard Hritvik snivel in between. Straightening myself back up, I let my gaze fall on the funeral pyre that had completely consumed the woods into fire. Its heat was reaching me, but it couldn't compare to fire that was flaring inside me.
My eyes were blazing in anger as I captured this unfortunate sight before me. "I will burn you in this same fire Taneja," I clenched my jaw. I felt Hritvik's hand on my shoulder that was acting as a support for me at this time.
Adhvita's parents remained with her in the hospital as she had to stay there for a few days before getting discharged. "How would I face her now Hritvik?" I said hopelessly. "What would I say to her? How would I forgive myself for letting this happen?"
He took me in hug, and I sobbed, gripping his kurta at the back. He caressed my back, but my tears refused to stop. I didn't know it was possible to cry this much. Even my eyes were burning now from crying continuously.
"Hold yourself together Saanjh," he pulled me away. I looked at him through my tears with a blurry vision. "You have to take care of Adhvita too." I gave him a light nod, cleaning away my tears. "Come, let's go to the hospital."
Hritvik began driving while I silently sat throughout the car ride. Upon reaching the hospital, I took heavy steps towards her room and Hritivik kept coming behind me. As I opned the room door, my eyes fell on her figure sitting in the bed while her mother was sitting on a chair by the bed. Her father was trying to feed her something which didn't seem like was working.
She had her gaze lowered and didn't even respond to anything going on around her. We both walked closer to her. While Hritvik greeted her parents, I went to the other side of the bed and sat on the edge. Putting my arm around her, I pulled her closer to me, making her head lay over my shoulder. She still didn't react, just sat there numb.
It was paining me beyond words to see her like this. I placed my lips on her crown, controlling my tears. Where I didn't stop crying even for a moment, she didn't shed a single tear. For once I wanted her to cry. I wanted her to cry her pain out, but she didn't.
