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2 Months,15 Days Later.
Life is not a path which is made up of roses, it has a set of thorns as well which you have to cross in order to reach up to your desired destination. But the ultimate challenge which one faces, in this cross road of life is that you have to double check your steps while moving ahead so that you won't step on the thorns and become a victim of it. You need to put a strong fight and even if that means, changing yourself for the better then you should go for it, because the better is what you want and you should have in order to fight the world who doesn't value those, who are nothing to them. It is a strong belief that, "When you love someone, don't change them, but change yourself to stand with them, to support them, to fight for them in a way that everyone will remember your love story and will shed tears recalling for the love you share with your partner. Afterall, that's what this Life teaches us, to grow, to move and to fight until the day we die".
Standing alone in front of the cottage, with his one hand on the door, Aayush tried to feel her presence around him with closed eyes, while his mind kept on planning things which he was suppose to put in action now. Things, which will change the course of their lives in a way that they will remember till eternity to never mess up with him and his life.
"You are not here, Moonlight but still you are here. I love you!" He whispered slowly to himself remembering Raisha's face with a smile on his lips. He has a deep void since that day, but still he was going on because he had to avenge his family for her and their love.
"You are here. And I was finding you in your room!" Shipra said standing beside him, still panting due to the running while Aayush turned his head to see her face, raising his brows in anticipation of her query.
"Dad is calling you!" She voiced out her reason and nodding, he started to make his way back to their brick house which had only four walls around the place with no feelings and emotions attached to anyone or anything.
Shipra held his wrist, and coming in front of him, she asked," You are hurting without her, why don't you search her? No one knows where she went, what is she doing? It's like the earth dissolved her".
He gave out a sarcastic laugh and asked in a mocking tone, "Search? Then what?"
"Bring her here and once again get her tortured by these heartless monsters who don't have one ounce of guilt in them for breaking her fragile heart into pieces". He yelled recalling the pain he witnessed in her almond eyes, which still pierce his heart every now and then whenever he stands in front of the mirror.
Shipra understood the depth of his words, and keeping a hand of assurance on his shoulders she asked, "What wrong have we done to deserve such people in our lives and the one which truly loved us, she left us?" Her voice cracked at the last words. If anyone could understand her, then it was Raisha and once she left, everything fell apart for her and Aayush.
He turned around and kept his brotherly hand on her head, giving her a sad look, he strode inside the house to only see the four monsters having a debate over his life.
"Where the hell did you go?" Roshni roared as soon as she saw Aayush entering the living room with a bored expression on his face, while the rest three gave him dead glares which did anything but scare him away. The only reason he was tolerating their nonsense was that he was worried for his Raisha.
"US, to have breakfast with President Obama and his wife Michelle. Did you wanted to send any greetings?" Aayush replied sarcastically showing his one index finger, in the left direction thoughtfully. He removed his T-Shirt and threw it in some corner of the room making all of them scowl in annoyance.
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