Samaira's POV
I felt safe. Relaxed. I was sitting in the balcony with Ishaan ji and gazing at the stars. I remember telling my mother how beautiful the moon was, and she told me how beautiful the stars were. She always had a thing for stars when she looked at the sky and find her parents in those stars. I couldn't even believe her until I found her dead body in the hospital.
My nightmare was about my rapists, but it triggered so much out of my past that I started to cry, again.
"Tara, bacha kya hua?" His voice sooth me down and the 'bacha' thing didn't go unnoticed by me.
I looked at him with teary eyes while his eyes contained concern. So much care that I cried even more. He took me in his arms again and kept my face on his chest. He seemed a bit scared now, so I got up from his chest, but he took his hand behind my head and forced it on his chest again.
"It's okay honey you can cry" Why these nicknames man. They are overwhelming and makes my heart flutter.
"I am missing mumma bohot zyada." I finally said.
He didn't say anything, and I wasn't expecting a word. People usually are awkward to talk when it's about someone's death. I myself don't know what I am supposed to say about this. He wiped off my tears and waited for me to say something.
"You wanna meet your dad? Bohot dino se nahi mili na?" He said breaking the awkward silence.
I just nodded. Can I meet my mom? Was the only thought in my mind.
"I am sure she's proud of you." He said looking at the sky.
"She always said that whatever I do she'll always be there for me and be proud of me."
"She is still here samaira. In your heart"
I know she is always here. Something panged in my head, and I decided to spill some tea to him.
"I was gang raped, Ishaan ji." He suddenly looked at me wanting to hear more.
I looked down and continued, "I had a boyfriend when I was 21. Not really boyfriend we were almost on the lane to be in a relationship but before that he- he called me once to his home and his friends were there. They tied me to the bed and-" I sobbed while he caressed his hand behind my back.
"They said they were part of a gang I don't know mafia something. I was raped continuously for five days until Nandini with the help of police found me and rescued me. We got to know that the guy I was talking to didn't introduce me by his right name. His real name was Vikram. "I sobbed again, and he held me again.
He hugged me close to his chest and I let him.
"Tara" he called me softly "Aaj tumhe jo sapna aaya tha wo-" I parted from him and spoke.
"Haa wo unhi ke related tha."
"You know you are safe with me, right? Please mujhe kuch batane se kabhi mat darna."
"Promise." I said putting out my pinky finger for a pinky promise. He entangled his finger with mine and looked at my teary eyes with a smile.
"Aur tumhe kisi ke samne rone ki koi zaroorat nahi hai." He said wiping my tears.
"Rona mera tag mark hai Ishaan ji."
"Aur aapke sare tag marks sirf mai hi dekhunga."
I smiled. He smiled. And I felt my world getting better. So much better.
But sometimes a women's body do not cooperate with them feeling better. I felt something in my lower abdomen, and I knew it. Perfect date for my period but not the perfect time.
