SANGAM

CHAPTER-30

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Abhay's mind was a whirlpool of emotions as he stood in his room, the words of Harsh echoing in his mind like a mantra of self-doubt. The conflicting statements swirled in his head, creating a maelstrom of confusion and pain.

*Galti meri hi thi jo tumhe yaha laaya mein*

*Ho hi nhi skte tum mere bete*

*Sirf aur sirf Tumhari wajah se hua hai ye*

*Tum zimmedar ho Mahi ki maut ke mere baache ki maut ke*

These words had been etched in his memory like a scar, a constant reminder of his perceived guilt.

But then, Harsh's words he said to his father,Abhijeet just a few minutes ago echoed in his mind,

*Ye aap bahut aache se jaante hai jo hua uska zimmedar Abhay nhi tha*

If this was what Harsh truly believed, then what did his previous words mean? Why had he said those things? Abhay's mind reeled as he tried to make sense of the conflicting emotions that warred within him.

The turmoil in his mind was suffocating, and Abhay felt like he was drowning in a sea of self-doubt. He couldn't stay here any longer, not with the weight of his perceived guilt crushing him. He began to pack his bags, his hands moving mechanically as he tried to shut out the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

But as he packed, his thoughts turned to Omkara, and the panic attacks that had started after his mother's death. Abhay felt a pang of responsibility, wondering if he was indeed the cause of Omkara's pain. Omkara's words echoed in his mind,

*_Agar ye hamari zindagi mein nahi hote toh humne apni mumma apni behen nhi khoyi hoti_*

Abhay felt a wave of grief wash over him, a tsunami of emotions that threatened to consume him whole. If he was indeed the reason for Omkara's pain, then he knew what he had to do. He would make sure that Omkara never had to feel this pain again, even if it meant sacrificing his own presence in his brother's life. He would not see Omkara ever again, would not subject him to the anguish that his presence seemed to bring. The thought was a knife to his heart, but he steeled himself, knowing it was the only way to spare Omkara further suffering.

But even as he made this resolution, another part of him rebelled against it. The brother in him wanted to hold Omkara close, to comfort him and hug him tightly to his chest. He wanted to whisper soothing words in his younger brother's ears, to wash away all his pain and sorrow. The conflict within him was almost unbearable, a war between his desire to protect Omkara and his longing to be close to him.

With a heavy heart, Abhay pushed aside his emotions and reached for his phone. He dialed Aman's number, his voice firm and commanding as he spoke. "Immediately fix my meeting with my lawyer, Mr. Sinha...I'm reaching office in 30 minutes" He didn't wait for Aman's response, ending the call abruptly as he turned his attention to his suitcase.

Unaware that other than Aman someone else has heard what he said.....Abhay closed his suitcase with a sense of finality, making sure that nothing was left behind. Nothing. He was never coming back, never setting foot in this house again. The thought was a cold, hard reality that he forced himself to accept, even as his heart screamed in protest.

As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eyes were haunted, his face pale and drawn. He looked like a man who had lost everything, and in that moment, he felt like he had..