Author's pov
Shubman is in his room, hands clenched and jaw tight. The butterfly pendent for his butterfly when they were kids is his only solace and now his elder brother wants that place of solace in his heart to be given to a traitor. He is tired of everything, not finding his butterfly, managing everything and now marrying a pandya. A knock on his door, it was Virat. Virat saw the butterfly and immediately understood that his little shubi is exhausted. He opened his arms. Shubman leaned in.
S:- Bhabhi ma why is God so unjust? My butterfly, my solace, my world is no where and now I shall marry a Pandya. Am I that bad???
Virat ruffling his hairs and tickling him by gentle pokes, a ritual from long back to keep his bacchas calm and happy.
V:- hush baccha! If you were bad then why would God make you this handsome, look at this nose (pinching it) these cheeks (pinching them) and these dimples (poking them)
This made shubman laugh, his bhabima knew how to calm him. He just snuggle in and felt the kick.
S:-(dramatically) oyeeee not to harsh little fella you're hurting my bhabi ma. If you do it again, I'll spank you once you're out.
Virat laughed at his cuteness and caressed his hairs. He knows what these boys have been through. They were talking rubbish until the phone rang. Virat saw the cold expression and decided to leave since Shubman doesn't want to stress him. He kissed his forehead and left. He waddle to the stairs when someone picked him up, it is his man. Rohit glaring at him
R:- (serious) May I know why is Mrs Sharma out of her bed?? Is it a new technique of cardio at midnight???
Virat pouted and is whining cutely saying that the baby needs to walk. Rohit took him to their room and laid him down. Once he laid on the bed the sleep engulf him. Rohit admired him, but came out of the thoughts.
R:-(thoughts) live your days bitch.
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South Africa
Steyn mansion, sunflower pavillion
Dale is on his way to the backyard, a backyard full of roses. The cool breeze the tingling smell. The place once held laughter and smiles is now a silent storm for dale. He walked through reaching his destination. He stood infront of 2 graves, a small one to break anyone's heart and the grave beside that collapsed Dale's entire world.
Here lies the beloved
And little angel of house Steyn
Augustine Dale Steyn,
the little butterfly of his father
(15 January 2015----15 January 2015)
Here lies the beloved
Dinesh Dale Steyn
The beloved luna of
House steyn.
The beloved rose of his husband
(1982-----2015)
Dale crouched down and placed the flowers on both of them.
D:-(to his butterfly) hey little one, how's my little butterfly, my itsy bitsy blue eyes butterfly. Are u enjoying with mumma?? Dada misses u baby. (Tears rolls down) Don't worry dada will soon join u hmm. Don't cause trouble for your mumma ok my Angel.
Dale the turned to his beloved, his queen his everything.
D:- Hey mio carino! How u doing?? Are u enjoying with our little butterfly??. It must be happy without your grumpy old man. You know the pavillion is empty without your fussing and now that Dewie is grown up. You're watching over him right.( Tears slipping more) You know me Dino, you know I cannot do anything without you my love. Wait for me, soon i shall join you.
???:- what about me brother? Am I useless that you want to leave me alone??
Dale turned around and saw his sister. His little princess that Dino and he adored. The woman who saw everything. Yolanda is still alive, yearning for her baby boy who is in Verma mansion. Dale rescued her.
D:- O my suster, my geliefde suster. Ek is hier,
(Oh my sister, I'm here)
Y:- Waarom waarom waarom broer waarom ons, waarom Ek en ons babas. Dewie is weg. AB is soos sy pa. Hoekom is God so wreed. Moet my asseblief alleen los, Dino is reeds weg en nou nie meer jy nie.
(Why why why brother why us?? Why our babies, Dewie is gone. AB is like his father. Why is god cruel???)
D:-( hugging her tight) God is nie wreed nie, binnekort sal Benjamin sy ondergang sien, my liewe, hy sal om genade smeek. Hê geloof.
(God is not cruel, soon Benjamin will see his demise my dear have faith in God.)
The wind carried the sobs and story of rebellion.
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This might have 2 to 3 parts
Hi guys its been soooooooooo long I know, as your authy is very busy coping up with things. Hope you like it love it and vote down along with the comments. More secrets are to be revealed soo . See u later 😘😘
