Oneshots!

12| Bring back my arnavji

Without making noise he entered the house which was bestowed with darkness owing to the fact of past midnight. This become habit for him from past one year. Darkness, Darkness become his life. Darkness which feared her now fearing him too.

Taking long strides he reached his room. Opening the door he entered his den which reminds her essence making him to find solace and misery at the same time. His treacherous heart gather its pieces feeling her presence in each and every thing that lay in his room, her touch, her breath, her chirpy positive nature was the only thing keeping him sane. At the same time those are the things making him to feel die in guilty. Guilty of wronging his only love whom he claimed to love more than anyone else maybe even more than his di. Guilty of accusing an innocent soul who wished nothing but happiness of others more than her happiness. Guilty of crushing her soul in his misunderstanding.

Closing the door he throws his laptop bag on the recliner and the next minute he bit his tongue when the memory of khushi scolding him for throwing his things in hurry hit his mind. Taking back the laptop bag he keep it safe on the table. Wandering his eyes, he satisfied himself when her stars still lay at the side of her bed and the wind chimes now took its place just above his bed.

Freshening up he lay at the side of the bed and took a photo of her which was beneath his pillow.

"I miss you badly khushi. Where are you? I miss you so much more than you can imagine. I...Hope you're happy khushi, wherever you're. Don't you think my punishment is enough... Won't you come back to me...? Am.. I ever...forgiven? Bolo na... Everytime I am repeating this question, you're keeping quite. Will... you... remember me like I do? Ever my thought... cross your mind?..." Pausing for a minute he continued in the same broken voice with a stream of tears rolling down on his cheeks unwelcomed.

"No one is telling me about your whereabouts. But I can find you with the power and money I possess, if you hadn't wrote in that note stating not to search for you if ever I care for you. Trust me Khushi... Care is a simple word I have for you... Give me one chance Khushi, I'll erase all the bad memories... Will you?... Everyone is happy Khushi, everyone... Except me. I never felt the real happiness until I met you. Unknowingly you become my happiness which I forgot the moment I lost my... maa... Maybe if she was alive she had guided me on the right path... I thought Di's happiness was my happiness, if she is content I will be happy. Now she's happy Khushi but I am not happy. You know, no more she's calling me chotte... Not even her eyes were searching for me... Everyone is behaving as if I am not exist... I must be happy haainaa, no more pestering from Di to accompany her to temple, no more orders from Nani to sit and attend the Pooja which is happening in our house, no more Mami asking me to buy her makeup products, no more mama is seeing me with proud eyes... But I am not happy. This was killing me... I feel alien in between the family... I--I feel as if I am dead... I feel as if I am burdening them with my presence... How can I leave this place when each and every corner of this house has your touch---has your memories..." He choked at the intensity of feelings which weighting his heart.

"I... can't take it more Khushi... Day by day... I am finding nothing which can justify my life... I am losing my hope... I--I love you Khushi..." His eyes dropped instantly in tiredness unaware of the sleeping pills which Aman gave him mixed in the juice he last had. Unless he'll not sleep. Dried tears become permanent impression on his night these days.

When he opened his eyes that was late morning. Cursing himself for waking up late he got ready and down in few minutes.

"HP... Coffee..." Shouting from the living room, he wondered why the house looks empty. Adding to that he felt fresh after long time and it was nothing but because of his sound sleep of straight eight hours.

Hp briskly started preparing his coffee. Not everyday his bhaiyya was asking coffee these days. No one knows when he's coming from office and when he's having his food. Few days they know his state by Aakash who was now in abroad for company expansion. No one is speaking to him, few times Anjali used to ask about his food and medicines indirectly but after joining in a job and her engagement she's no where having the memory of her little brother.