The Things We Love and Lose

Chapter 8

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Anger wasn't a trait I was proud to carry on my shoulders, anger had made me lose too many things in my life, snatched it out and thrown to another land. Anger had taken my mother, anger had forced my sister to kill herself, anger had forced me to steal the position of CEO from my dad through fraud, anger had taken my love from me.

Anger was abstract but not in my life. In my life, anger had transformed a form of a living body, hosted inside my heart, wrapping its clutches at the corners.

Anger gave birth to ego.

Ego gave birth to ignorance.

And each of them had screamed how late I was.

Twelve hours.

She would be married in twelve hours, and I held no right to think about her anymore, but yet, my mind and heart kept her as an accomplice. I could have messaged her in those past six months, could have destroyed my ego and told I needed her, that I forgave her and I couldn't imagine eating lunch without her at my side anymore.

Could have done anything.

Yet, here I sat, in my own regrets.

I had sent her a gift with a hidden note deep inside the boxes to come to me if she wanted, I would convince her family, I would tell them how much I loved her that it scared me. I hadn't known what was love until she walked out of the door that day, the pain screamed in my heart with no gateway.

I never thought I would realise love from pain.

She didn't come.

She moved on.

"Where have you gone?" The snap of fingers brought me to real life. "I entered your office five minutes ago."

"Nothing, mom." Sighing, I dropped the black pen on the table. "Why are you here?"

"Now a mother cannot see her son." Rolling my eyes, I cracked a smile and nodded at the chair. "It is not every day I learn my son had been searching for diamonds."

"Who tells you?" She shrugged her shoulders, slipped in one of the chairs and dropped her handbag.

"Someone. It rained a lot last night, didn't it?"

More than necessary and I couldn't sleep the whole night, laid awake in another pain I couldn't work on.

Nodding, I peered down at my files. "Do you need something?" Shaking her head, she made a grab for the laptop, opened, typed and swirled for me to see. "Not again. A month is there."

"My son is going to get married." And yet he had no desire.

"Your husband chose the bride." And didn't care to tell me until my sister popped it out. When I confronted him, all he had to answer was it was for the business and I need to produce an heir for the business. I broke a vase in his room to show my rebellion.

No effect.

I had to marry.

If ever I had children, I would keep them as far away from him as possible, would teach them how not to broke down, and most of all, I would support them rather than leaving them stranded to handle the world.

"You will learn to love her. Urvashi is a nice girl." My expression remained neutral. "You are still hung on the painter girl."

"Sanjana," I rectified. "I am not hung. I moved on. She is getting married."