Vani's Love Life 18+

OVERWHELMED

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Bani's pov:

I haven't cried since the day of my father's death, I was far busy being bombarded with duties of tears, and for once in my entire life, I was the one having to pick up the pieces.
His death had bit everyone harshly, the house was silent, and there was no excitement.
One thing that stood out to me was that we hadn't eaten as a family in what felt like forever and eating as a family was always a must in our family. ( Ours too )

In spirit, my father wouldn't let me mope around and pity his death. I felt obliged to celebrate his memory.
I was sad and broken both inside out but the life he lived was far too good to let us go for it.

Though today was his funeral, the need to keep it together was tormenting but I knew the vulnerability of saying goodbye would dominate me no matter how strong I was.

The others were elsewhere organizing and ensuring that the final touches to the funeral were perfect.
I was in my dad's office with veeranshu and daksh .
We laughed and cried a million times over.
To talk about his memory and celebrate his life brought so much joy to my heart. He didn't die in vain and I would ensure that he wasn't remembered like that.

" I miss him swearing at me " daksh mentions out of blue.

" I never thought it would have ended like this " veeranshu mentions more to himself than us.

" This isn't the end " I enlighten them

Everyday is the beginning of something new
Maybe this is just ....new ??

"How are you so okay " veeranshu questions me intrusively

" I don't know , for some reason, I just know in my heart we will meet again. After death. I just know it ." I convinced myself I wasn't lying

D: I think she is psychedelic drugs
B: yes I stole them from you whore.
V: shut up daksh .

"Well I admire your optimism" veeranshu tells me

That's just another way of telling me that he was gone forever but I was determined to hold onto any part of him that I could.

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Veeranshu and daksh left to check the formalities for the funeral
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Stumbling out of my father's office, I keep running into the walls.
We have walls.

Though as my intoxicated self tries to make it to the car . I bump into another hard surface though it's not a wall this time .
"Woah " he catches me from falling holding me up by my waist giving me immense butterflies .

" Are you drunk " veeranshu questions forcing my face upward with his large hands .

"Nooooo" I attempt to raise my eyebrow at him .
"Your eyes are so pretty. Oh my God WOW " I hold his head in my hands analysing the brown, green and grey in his eyes .

"God dammit you're drunk " he sighs

" Stop moving I'm looking at eyes . " I scold him and he looks at me

"Veeranshu " I call his name

V : what

"When did we have walls ??" I ask falling back into his grip

V: we got them today amore (love)
He attempts to make me feel less stupid

"Why ? I hate walls , they're always in the way " I groan

V: No love, your eyes are just wonky

He drags me to the kitchen , made me sit on the counter ,he disappears from my sight yet returns momentarily with a glass of water
V : Drink
B: "you drink it " she shoves the glass out of her face folding her arms across her chest

V: bani drink it....

He gives up gripping my chin and practically shove it down my mouth.
I almost drowned.
I swear to God I'm going to kill him.
Maybe once I've sobered up first .
Having finished the last drop of water ,my head falls back into his chest and he firmly grips my hair holding me closer
"I'm tired " I groan .
"I know " he bluntly replies knowing the deeper meaning behind those words.
"I miss him " I say between my visits to unconsciousness

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