𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
He says he can wait.
That he'll heal me, love me, treat me like I'm something whole. But what happens when he steps into the wreckage of a heart so broken, so bruised, that there's...
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"Zehen mein hamare jabse vo aa base Sambhala iss dil ko zamane ki sahe Khayaalon mein savalon mein taraaney aa gaye Aur unki he baatein ab mujhse kahe"
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"What now?" I asked Eve as she shoved another bag into my hands the moment we landed.
We'd taken Vedika di's private jet—because of course, she has one—which got us here earlier than usual. Yet somehow, it was still too early in the morning for Eve to be orchestrating one of her personal photoshoots.
Even the air hostess looked exhausted after Eve rejected a dozen of pictures and asked her to click with better angles.
Meanwhile, Vedika di stood to the side, smiling that serene smile of hers, the one she always wears while watching Eve do... Eve things.
"With you also," Di said, pushing me slightly, taking out her phone, and snapping a few pictures of us.
I tried smiling my best because she asked me to. No cap, but I would burn the world and heaven if that's what my elder sibling wanted. Maybe for my twin too, but I'm pretty sure she's more than capable of doing it on her own.
Vedika di deserves the world, heaven, and the whole damn universe.
She's given her everything for us—for me and Eve. Some people call her the Ice Queen, claiming all she knows is how to make money and run empires, but they have no idea. They don't see what we see.
They don't see the sacrifices, the late nights, or the quiet warmth that only comes out when she thinks no one is watching.
Of course, sometimes I wonder if she's pretending. Pretending to be a "normal, healthy human" just for us, the same way Eve pretends she's got her demons under control.
She pretends she can fight her demons when I can see them, loud and clear. But I also pretend not to notice so she can have that sense of privacy—which, honestly, doesn't exist between us.
