Finally Home | ✓

Chapter 12 | soft spot

"You've been hurt and it's okay to cry."

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Kabir entered his room to find Heer and Misha still sleeping soundly. It was ten on the clock. Advika was off to school he had managed to keep her off the room saying Misha and Heer were not well because they are outside.

"Misha, Heer wake up!" He said aloud opening the curtains that covered the window. The sun's rays quickly lit up the entire room.

"Misha," he shook his sister. She stirred and tur ed the other way in sleep."Misha, wake up. Mom wants to talk to you." He lied aloud. "Misha, even dad wants to talk." At once Misha sat up.

"Dad? Where is he?" 

Kabir smirked, "good morning." Misha narrowed her eyes and then looked around. She saw the deep blue dress she wore with the sash that read Bride To Be and then turned to see Heer wearing the sash of Best Dancer. She held her head in her hands closing her eyes as the last evening played in her head. It stopped at Kabir's car. She looked up at her brother minutes later.

"I am Kabir, your brother."

"So funny!" Misha muttered pulling her hair into a bun. 

"How do you feel?"

"Never been better," Misha grumbled sarcastically.

Kabir smiled at her, he didn't know when his little sister grew up so fast. She was actually getting married. "I have made some juice and toast, quickly freshen up." He spoke giving her a hug.

Misha smiled, "You're hugging me. Either you thought I came back from the dead or I landed in an alternate universe."

"Shut up Mish. Go bath, you stink!" Kabir muttered walking around to wake up Heer.

"Heer, wake up!"

In response, she pulled up her comforter and covered her face. He gently pulled it down while Misha walked out of the room towards the one she shared with Advika. Kabir's eyes stayed a little longer on her face. He hated how he felt the need to be there for her. He wasn't supposed to. But with whatever happened last night he couldn't think straight. Heer was not just broken but also lonely deep inside. Nice people didn't deserve that. 

"Heer, wake up," he spoke gently shaking her arm. Her eyelids parted slightly and she shifted. Kabir pulled his hand back. "It's ten,"

Heer's eyes widened and she sat up. "Ouu," she muttered squeezing her eyelids to shut her eyes as a sharp headache announced itself. "Shit!" She muttered rubbing her fingers on her forehead. 

Kabir sighed, "You and Misha got very drunk last night. You're just having a hangover."

Heer inhaled deeply and looked up at him and then baffled she looked around. "How did we come home?"

"I drove you back." He answered moving around the bed to fold the comforter that Misha had used.

"Did I pass out?" She asked turning towards him.

"Huh?" Kabir looked up confused.  He noticed that her dress now hung lower on her chest. He looked fixated his gaze on the comforter.

"I don't remember you coming to pick us up. I remember Oorvi telling us she called you and then we sat on that couch..."

"It's okay, like I said you were too drunk! Freshen up quickly so that you can eat. It will be fine in some time." He spoke.

Heer nodded, at the moment she needed to pee. She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom realizing she still had the dress and the sash on. Her eyes widened, "shit shit shit. I didn't inform, that I will be working from home today..."