What Ifs.

Might have been.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
- John Greenleaf Whittier She

She had never forgiven him. She thought she never could.
How could she?
Her brother might have been alive, if not for him.
How could she trust such a person, when he insisted, there wasn't another option.
Ofcourse he would say that.
He took the easy way out, instead of fighting for his friend.
A friend who might have been alive and free oneday.

After all, who had he been to judge?

She did not know, how wrong she was, or how soon she would find out, that his decision, and her's brother's, was the path of least pain.
She did not know, how soon she would realise, she had been judging him, for choosing a path, that was at once the easiest, and the most difficult way out.

Easiest for her brother. Most difficult for him.

She did not know, she would find herself in Captain Rajveer's place, one day.
And she would discover, just how much bravery it would have taken him, that fateful day, to kill his best friend.
She would also discover, that she did not possess the same bravery.
And that it would haunt her for a long time to come.
Her decision, to not kill him.

.........

His eyes opened with a jerk.
And he immediately regretted opening them, when the glaring white light of the hospital hit him.

He closed them again, and tried to move, only to find himself handcuffed to the bed.

That was when the full realisation of what had happened hit him.
Worse, off what will now happen.

He had killed his Godfather, his mentor.

He had killed Lala Gehlot.

And now, he could only wait, as the entire army turned against him.

He wished he was dead too.
And it wouldn't be the first time he wished that, in the days to come.