Kashi Vishwanath: Two Eclipsed Hearts 💕

CHAPTER 68 : "THE REUNION WITH THE FAMILY"

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The long corridor of Singhania Mansion was eerily silent. The air was heavy not with fear, but with years of unspoken words, buried grief, and the ache of separation.

Viraj stood outside the room, his trembling fingers tightening around the knob. His heart hammered against his chest, the thought of seeing his sister after twenty-two long years leaving him breathless. His eyes glistened, and his throat burned with the weight of everything he had once wanted to say but never could.

Kashi, standing beside him, placed her small hand over his. "Mamu" she whispered softly, her eyes glistening, "go meet your chotti (sister). Even if she never said it out loud, she's always craved for this moment."

Vishwanath gave a faint nod of encouragement, placing a reassuring hand on Viraj's shoulder. With a deep breath that quivered, Viraj nodded and finally pushed open the door.

The room was dim, sunlight spilling gently through the window where Anjali sat, frail and pale, her hands resting weakly on the arms of her wheelchair. Her once-lively eyes stared vacantly at the garden outside, lost somewhere between memories and regrets.

For a moment, Viraj couldn't move. His vision blurred. The image before him his little sister, once the spark of their home, now reduced to this fragile weakened shell, broke him.

"Chotti" (sister) his voice came out cracked, almost a whisper.

Anjali, lost in her own world, suddenly froze. The air left her lungs. Slowly, she turned her wheelchair, her weak hands trembling as her gaze met his. There stood her elder brother, slightly older now, his face etched with a few fine lines of time, but his eyes still holding the same warmth she remembered.

"V-Viraj Bhaiya...?" her voice quivered in disbelief, eyes widening. "No....it can't be....."

But when he took a step closer, she knew. And in the next second, both brother and sister broke down, years of distance and pain melting away in the flood of tears that followed.

Viraj walked to her quickly and knelt beside her wheelchair, clutching her cold, fragile hands. "Look at you, Chotti (sister) what have you done to yourself?" he whispered, brushing his thumb over her knuckles, his tears falling freely.

Anjali tried to speak, but her voice kept trembling. For a long moment, she simply stared at him, as if her mind refused to accept what her eyes were seeing. Her brother, standing right there, after all these years. Her lips parted, but no words came out.She blinked rapidly, her frail hands clutching the armrest of her wheelchair, afraid that if she moved, he would vanish like one of her dreams.

Then suddenly her eyes fell on Kashi, smiling through tears and she understood. It was Kashi who had gone to them, who had told them everything.

"You shouldn't have come here, Bhaiya.... I told you Kashi not to..."

Before she could finish, Viraj gently placed his hand over hers. "Don't you dare scold her," he said softly but firmly. "Kashi did what you should have done years ago."

Anjali shook her head, eyes brimming as her trembling lips struggled to form the words. "How could I, Bhaiya?" she whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of years. "Maa made me promise.....promise to never show my face again. And I....." her breath hitched, "I chose Ravi over you all. It was the biggest mistake of my life."