" Why did you leave my mom? "
The girl stared at him. Intently.
He shoved uncomfortably. Scratched his nose, bit his lips. Then looked into her eyes. And smiled.
The girl had a distinct frown on her forehead.
Her eyes emitted the same rays.
The rays... that had once.. blown him away.
" I didn't.
She did. " , he spoke softly.
Just like he always did.
" Shut up!! " , the girl immediately retaliated, with a magnitude greater than he had expected. He fell a bit out of place.
" You never even tried to return. "
Shivaay looked at the ground, at his polished boot, at the exquisite carpet that covered the marbled floor beneath. Then coughed slightly.
" She never even called me back .
Why would I? "
" Because you love her.
Couldn't you just compromise a bit.. upon yourself?
Does ego literally be so huge? "
Shivaay looked up at her.
She was frighteningly mature at 15.
If only, her mother had been even half of what she was....at her 24th year of age.
" Trust me Riva! I tried.... But... "
" You did not try enough. " , the girl pulled a chair and sat.
Shivaay now stared at the aristrocate clock that glowed on the white wall right in front.
She was probably very correct. So correct, that he wished to disappear right at this point of time.
" My mom needs you, Shivaay Uncle.
If you love her, take her away from the hell hole she's living in. "
Shivaay gulped.
He looked back into the familiar eyes, trying to judge the unusual calm that prevailed on that face.
" How....can I....take her away....? "
" Love.
Is enough.
If you wanna know, she's still into you, after 19 years.
And, it's probably justified.
So are you, into her. "
Shivaay frowned a bit, looking down. Then took a deep breath.
" Your father...... "
" He doesn't deserve her.
He's an asshole. "
Shivaay looked up, a bit unnerved by the ghostly calm that was still preserved on that face..
" What does....he do? " , Shivaay unmindfully grabbed the sofa linen. Tight between his fingers.
" Murders her free spirit, everyday.
This much is for sure.
She's strong enough to have endured for a long sixteen years. I can't see her crumple everyday.
I had tracked you down long back on Fb.
I knew immediately, you are into her, when your cover picture still remains... of her fingers caressing wildflowers.
Then, one day I knew you were coming back to India... from Canada.
