YOURS - A Darshan Raval Fanfiction

Anger

I call him waiting eagerly for him to receive. After the fourth ring he receives. "Hey kem cho?", I ask excitedly. "Hi, fine", he replies shortly, his voice dim and heavy.
"Are you okay?", I ask concerned. "No I'm not! And I'm a celebrity that doesn't mean I've to stay happy and all smiley whole day! I don't work for showing off my happiness. I also have a personal life and being a star doesn't mean I've to sell my personal life to the public!", he growls at me from the other side of the phone. He's angry.

"Hey, it's okay. Calm down Darsh. You n..", I try to comfort him but he interferes saying, "IT'S NOT OKAY! I'M NOT ANY PUPPET TO WALK OVER AND GIVE ORDERS TO! I CAN TAKE MY DECISIONS. AND I HAVE THE FULL RIGHT TO BE NOT OKAY SOMETIMES AS WELL", he shouts at me. "Darsh...", I start again. But he cuts me off.
"DON'T! NOW YOU ALSO DON'T COME TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO AND WHAT NOT!", he says and I let him finish. Something in his tone tells me that he won't listen to me now. So I stay quiet.

I could shout back at him and I know that'd surely silence him and bring him out of the daze. But I also know he needs to let it out. And it's better if he lets it out on me rather than anyone else. So I stay silent and he also gets silent after a while. And we sit there motionless for a long while, listening to each others breathing through the speaker. I think it's better time for me to open my mouth and say something.

So I take a deep breath and calmly say, "listen, I know it's hard sometimes to see everyone watching over your each step and judging you for everything, telling you what to do- what to say. I know it gets suffocating sometimes. And I'm sorry I can't do anything or help you in any way. You've come a long way and you've been strong all this while and I'm proud of you that you could handle the fame so well. Shit happens, but you need to handle that maturely. You do most of the time, I know", I pause after my long speech which he was listening silently.
"Well, take your time - calm down, okay? I'll call you later. Take care, Bye", I end the call without giving him the chance to say anything.

I'm not really angry at him for shouting at me. I'd be in any other case but I also understand his situation. He has to tolerate a lot. And it really gets out of handle sometimes. Being the short-tempered guys he is, he handles these things really well. I bet I'd get into fights everyday if I were in his situation. He needs time righ now.

So I just lie there staring at the sky, trying to count the stars. The moon is shining bright among millions of sparkling stars. I wonder if he's the moon and I'm the sky. If one day it doesn't appear in the sky; even after having thousands of stars, the sky doesn't look as beautiful as this. Something remains incomplete. Just like my life without him. Incomplete and empty.