MishBir : Fool's Gold ✓

Chapter 28: Willow

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"Mishti I can explain."

Mishti started breaking down. Tears flew out her eyes and she staggered on her feet, falling down on the floor as she screamed, "Noo!"

"Mishti! shhh! Mishtiii!" Abir took big steps and took her in his embrace, comforting her.

Mishti jerked off his hands and stepped away. "Kab tak chhupane wale the tum mujhse yeh?"

Abir fumbled with his words, trying to not reveal the truth and she cried even harder.

"Ab toh sach chhupana band karo Abir! Kabhi nahi batate na tum mujhe yeh! Kal toh tum sab chale jaane wale ho. Tum mujhe bina bataye bas chale jaate?"

Abir stepped towards her again, his hands going around her body as a way to comfort her.

" Mishti I'm fine now. Mai theek hoon ab. Kuch major nahi tha. "

" Major nahi tha!? Abir tumhe cardiac arrest aa sakta tha. That's basically death. Just imagine if you wouldn't have survived that day! I would have never seen you Abir! I would have never met you again. And you think its not major. " She screamed, pushing him away.

" When were you going to tell this to me huh? After Bhai and ketu's marriage? After you left for Rajkot? Or after you died!" she hit him on his chest with her fists.

"Bichari tumhari family Abir! Ma, nanu, parul masi, mama - mami, Kunal par kya beeti hogi? Tumne itni stupidity kyu kari? Yeh! Yeh kya - kya likha hai Abir! Drinking! Liver Failure! CARDIAC ARREST GODDAMN IT! " She pointed out the report, and an image of sick Abir came up in her mind - with his face pale and bloodshot eyes. He touched her shoulder to snap her out of the dreadful imagination and she looked at his face which looked so much better, so much healthier. She cupped his face and caressed his little stubble but she pushed him away, realising something.

" Tumne yeh sab mere jaane ki wajah se kiya na? Tum woh dukh handle nahi kar paaye and tumne alcohol ka support liya jese tumne humare break-up ke baad kiya tha. Ab mujhe samajh aaya ki tumhari Ma mujhse itni gussa kyun thi jab hum pehli baar mile the. Of course. har parent hoga."

"No. Mishti. Isiliye mai tumhe nahi batana chahta tha. You are not going to blame yourself for what I did to myself. I was an idiot and didn't care of my health. Woh sab meri galti hai. Tum khud ko blame bilkul nahi karogi. Tum Mumbai aayi, ek naye sheher, bina kisi ke support ke, akele. Tum apne pairo par khadi hui. Ek job dhundhi aur side by side tumne apne iss parivaar ko sambhala Ansh ki ex wife ki death ke baad. Tum Pari ke liye uski Maa bann gayi. Tumne itna sab kuch kiya jabki tum itni dukhi thi. Aur mein bewakoof, tumhare jaane ke baad galatiyon par galtiyan karta gaya. Tumne apni life sudhaari aur mene apni bigaadi. Toh jo sab mere saath hua, usme tumhara koi dosh nahi hai Mishti. I won't let you take the burden or guilt of this even though you despise me. " he took her head in the crook of his neck as she sobbed uncontrollably as he softly rubbed her back.

"I don't despise you Abir. " She whispered and his grip tightened around her. A moment of silence passed as they both were sat on the floor, Mishti in Abir's arms as her cries turned into soft sobs and sniffs.

"You should have told me. " Mishti broke the silence.

" I know."

" You should've trusted me. "

" I know."

" I would lose my mind if something happens to you. "

" I know. " He said and inhaled into Mishti's hair, the smell of lavender filling his lungs as he softly comforted her. " I am fine now Mishti. I had a surgery 4 years ago and then I was okay. you need not worry anymore. I just - just didn't want you to worry and burden yourself. You are not obligated to say anything or do anything.. I just-"