Redeeming Love by Shikha Mishra (e book reader android txt) 📖

A knock resonantes. vihaan ignores it. Getting enough of the knocking I say “There is someone……"

The door bangs open as I see bhai standing there. Vihaan turns so now I have his back.

“Hritik?"

“Yes vihaan, me. Can't let my love sick sister come here alone now, can I?"

“Bhai I am not a love sick." I say as I move a step aside so that my sight can reach bhai. His eyes moving all around the room, stopping on the scattered things.

“Yeah, right. Only a sane person decides to come here after just getting discharged from the……."

“Discharge. What do you mean by discharge?" I still. This is bad. Bhai's eyes move towards me and I shake my head. 

He can't tell him.

“It's nothing." Bhai mumbles while scratching his head.

“Yeah." I add.

“But that sentence didn't look like it was nothing. Disha tell me everything. I am warning you Disha, don't lie to me."

“I got overdosed." I say.

“WHAT THE FUCK. I HAD told you not to eat those poison but you still did. You STILL DID. And you….." he turns towards bhai “consider yourself a loving brother. You couldn't even take care of your loving sister. How do I assure myself that in my absence you can take care of her, huh? Tell me, damn it."

“So that means you are getting out of my sister's life? That's good….. Disha, we are leaving. Let's go."

“She will decide if she wants to leave or not." Both of their attention zones over me.

Do I want to leave?

“Vihaan…. I am…." his eyes are so hopeful “leaving." I dart my eyes away from him.

“Then why did you come? You should have left me alone. I was….I was getting accustomed to everything."

I lift my eyes and stop on his face. Tears spilling from his eyes. “You said that you will be happy with whatever decision I take." I say. I feel a pricking pain in my heart.

“Guess I lied." he says. Not wanting to prolong this thing I dart outside of the room, bypassing him, my hand brushes with his and he holds my pinky, very lightly that even a little force can break it. But instead of brushing it away I stop. I can feel his eyes on me.

“I love you." With that he let goes of my pinky. My hand falls on my side limply. Instantly I get a feeling of loneliness. I feel my other hand being lifted as I get pulled out of the room. My whole attention on the pinky which he let go.

I jerk my hand away from the hold of bhai. I realise that we are outside of the mansion.

“What happened Disha? Where are you….." Bhai's voice vanishes as I find myself running towards his room. As I run, I feel free as I let go of everything. The anger, sadness, resentment, guilt, overthinking, everything vanishes into thin air. A genuine smile spreads over my lips.

My eyes fall on his room, I increase my pace. Reaching his room I see him standing the same way I last saw him. He turns as if feeling my presence and I throw myself on him.

Hugging him tightly, I shout “I LOVE YOU, VIHAAN. I love you…. I love you like no one else and I…." I push the nagging feeling away “forgive you. I forgive you vihaan. I…. I can never live without you. Never was and never will." He hugs me back as sob escapes his lips. 

We both weep in each other's arms. But this time in happiness. The happiness of getting the burden lifted off of our shoulders. The happiness of getting each other back after so many years. The happiness of being in the arms which we always craved, since I was a baby and him a small boy

Guess, Vihaan and Disha are together, always and forever.

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This is the end of the story. How was it? Do tell me.

Epilogue will depend on your stars and my time as I have started writing a new journey.

The end

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