A/N- Tada! I am back *evil laugh*. I never give A/Ns up here. I don't know why I did that now. Anyways, I mumble much!
Okay, ParShians? Everyone alive out there right? It had been really hard to digest so many things happening within two days. I am still in trauma! Do share your views and down here, I might think I can cheer you up a tad bit. (Don't know about the exact extent. Depends upon how much you love this ff :p ) Fasten your seatbelts. And do comment if there's any misfit in logic. I swear, I had something unusual planned but the way my stupid app ate up my hardwork, I hope this satisfies your expectations! Love ya all!
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Sanyukta stood frozen in her spot. Her ears took in every word he uttered with reluctance. Maybe she had pushed him off limits, maybe it wasn't the correct time for her to pressurize him like that. Watching Randhir breakdown so badly hit her right in her heart causing it to wrench with self loathing. There, Randhir had his head hidden in his haunches as he continued with his story.
"I was just four when my biological dad gave us shelter.. Accepted my mother.. Accepted me.. And Put a roof above our heads.. Made me the second heir of his empire.. I didnt want a lavish life.. I then just wanted my papa.. Being four, I used to question my mother about my dad every moment.. She just said that she'll get me one soon.." He paused and looked up with teary eyes to see her caressing his head. He kept his head on her lap and let those pearl drops wet the clothe of her kurti. She simply kept on massaging his head.
"I was taken wholeheartedly by my father.. Of course why won't he? I was the second heir of that gigantic empire and being a boy, I could have flourished his estate.. though he was reluctant at first to own me.. It was the first lady of that house.. My so called step mother who brought me home.. My mother was also brought along with me.. I was just a child then.. She slept on the same room as my dad.. She was given the title of the second lady of the mighty Shekhawat empire but only in between the family members.. She wasn't allowed to go outside.. She wasn't given a position in the family tree.. She wasn't allowed to give her real identity to the outer world.. That one room was her world.. Though my dad married her but she was nothing more than a mistress in front of the family.. They brought her home so that she couldn't marr the reputation of The Shekhawats outside.. The first lady left the house on her own.. She still manages the Shekhawat chain of educational institutions and is still the first lady of the house... She couldn't give an heir to the empire and maybe that's why she wasn't that much important to that money minded man.." He scrunched his nose in disgust at the mention of that one person who was solely responsible for his and his mother's misery.
"He provided me with everything.. Everything a Shekhawat heir should be nourished with.. But not a public exposure of my identity... I was regarded to be the son of the first lady of the house.. I couldn't introduce my mom as my mother to anyone... Still I was happy... Being a kid I never understood that they had snatched away my real identity from me.. I grew within that kingdom to become a spoilt brat..." He smiled amidst his tears making Sanyukta's lips curve up.
"There is one person..whom I love like anything... He used to be my savior.. He was the only person I could confide into... My brother.. Rehaan Singh Shekhawat.. The first son of Shekhawat Empire..." Randhir's eyes twinkled when he mentioned his brother that Sanyukta could easily interpret that he and his brother shared a very strong bond.
"He was the son of the first wife of Mr.Harshvardhan Shekhawat, my dad. His mother died while giving birth to him.. And after that, Mr.Shekhawat married the first lady, Mrs. Rohini Shekhawat.. He loved me like his own brother, rather his own blood.. But I got everything except my Dad's love.. He never even hugged me once.. Maybe because he thought that my brother would feel inferior... Bro never had any insecurity Sanyukta.. I believe his nature.. He was such a lovable human being.. Until all the responsibilities of Shekhawat empire fell upon his shoulders after my father fell sick.. He was just eighteen...He never wanted to become the CEO of the empire at that age.. He was forced to do so by my father.. The stress and tensions of the empire took a toll on him and insecurities started to bud up in his mind.. The power blinded him and he thought that I would snatch his power away from him one day after I grow up..He started behaving cold to me... I could never interpret what was wrong with him.." He sucked in sharp breath and Sanyukta kept on brushing his forehead, if at least that could lessen his grief.
"I was impelled to depression.. I never got a father... Couldn't call my own mother as my own.. And the brotherly warmth was seized away from me..And then one day.." Randhir's voice faded away suddenly making Sanyukta drop her gaze down to him.
"Ran...dhir...?" Sanyukta whispered in questioning way as she saw him stiffening.
"I.. I was exiled to Canada.. I was taken away from my family... Or a family I thought I had.. He.. He pushed me away from him.. My.. My bro..." Randhir breathed out and closed his eyes while Sanyukta sighed painfully. That boy had to go through so much his entire lifetime.
"I am just a secret.. A nasty little secret of the mighty Shekhawats.. Without any identity.." His voice held a tinge of sarcasm.
"Sab mujhe eventually chodh ke chale jaate hai.. Am I that loathsome? Sab... I... Sanyuk..ta.." His voice faded away again and Sanyukta heard him snoring softly. She kept looking at his drained vulnerable face without blinking and felt her cheeks wet. She was crying. But why? She felt her heart rip off when he sobbed. But why? She felt like cocooning him in her embrace and shield him from the cruel world which could never provide him with the love and care he was supposed to get when he narrated his story. But why? Why did his life story influence her being so menacingly? Why couldn't she bear him in pain? Why did his touches soothe her heart? Why did she feel her sorrow to be nothing in front of him when she heard about his sufferings?
She wasn't in love with him.
She cared of him. She wanted to see him happy. She wanted him to be by her side everytime. She wanted his presence around her all the time. She wanted his touches. All those days, she had prayed for nothing but his well being, discarding her own needs.
Was that feeling love? Was she really in with him? Sanyukta heard her inner sense voice out and a chill ran down her spine.
Yes, she was head over heels for him. She was in love with the vulnerable kid in the man's body, who was sleeping peacefully on her lap! She was in love with Randhir who had no identity other than Her Savior!
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