Loving The Wrong Guy I ✔

{38} We Are Even

Chapter 38

We are Even!

Aditya

Sun was setting leaving the last of its light on Hills. This beauty always

pulled me out of the grim thought.

I looked at the most caring and loving brother beside me watching the beauty and smiling.

"How do you know I was here? " I asked him attracting his smile.

"Common I knew where you hide yourself. But this time I thought of invading your privacy." He said still looking before him.

"I was stupid to think that no one would find me here. " I shook my head in agitation.

" You have always been stupid. " he muttered smiling a bit.

I know what exactly he meant. The way I pushed myself into Web of drugs. How it forced me to get away from everyone and spend my days in rehab.

" I am sorry for what all I did. " I apologised.

He looked at me now and said," It's okay. For what all you did was not only your fault. "

" You know in some way I was also the cause in some way that you  hated dad. " Words flew guiltily from his mouth and I watched him in awe.

" No. It was me. What makes you say like that bhai? It's you who always tried to get us talk to each other. "

" It was later but when we were kids I used to say what exactly you wanted to hear. You wanted to hate him for not being with you and I encouraged you. "

" No. " I emphasised and he looked at me deeply.

" Do you know why we got so close when I had a step dad who was your dad and you had step mom who was mine? Usually they say we must fight and hate each other but we got close."
He said smiling as if he was so satisfied.

I felt guilty.

"But I hated you. " I admitted.

" There is nothing wrong in it. I too hated you. Our parents were busy accusing themselves and I was one listening them. I hated because you didn't knew anything and you weren't sad. I was not happy. I had no one to talk to about my parents. "

" Still we came close because I wanted you bhai and you understood me. " I remembered his loving behaviour at that time.

" Yeah. Mom and dad both used to talk about you. Adi this, Adi that. You threw tantrums still you were loved. I wasn't talked and loved even by own mother. I envied you. But when I found that you thought dad didn't love you.

I was happy to find that. Then I made you believe that dad didn't love you when I knew how much he cared. Then as days passed I loved you. I liked when you came first to me with your favourite chocolates, toys, food and prizes you got at school. You cried in my shoulders and laughed with me. It was great that way.

Little later as I grew up I understood that I was loved by mom and dad too but in different way. You were small and more vulnerable. As the realisation took over I started to amend but it was too late and you had enough reasons in your heart to hate mom and dad but love me. And I am sorry about that. " He stopped gazing me for my reaction.

" Why are you telling me this now bhai? " I sobbed like I used to do when we were kids. I wanted to be angry with him but I couldn't.

" I always knew my mistakes but I couldn't admit that. But today my heart gave away. Are you angry with me? " He said again looking away.