her:"I try not to like him but i fall even harder"
him: "She despises me. But I am afraid to lose her even though she's not mine"
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After a traumatising past, Kaira Kapoor stopped believing in love. She didn't want to be loved or...
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My steps didn't falter as I rushed out of the party when I received a call from my sister saying dad is asleep...forever.
I didn't care to tell anyone or even paid attention to anything. My vision blurred and it was a task to get a taxi.
No they're wrong. He can't go away this soon. He still had a few days.
When I reached the house, I heard sobs and wailing from inside. I paid the taxi driver and took slow steps inside the house.
"I'm healthy as a horse bete. Mujhe kya hoga?"
I won't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes. My sister embraced me the moment i entered and cried on my shoulders. Not even a single tear escaped my eyes. It's not true
"He's gone" She sobbed "He's gone, Kaira" She kept repeating it as if it were true.
I got out of her hold and walked towards my dads room.
He looked peaceful. Like he was merely just sleeping except that his chest wasn't rising up and down, there was no pulse in his veins.
I wiped a tear that rolled down my cheek.
"I went to give him his medicine" Kritika said from behind me, I turned and looked at her bloodshot red eyes "But he wouldn't wake up. I called him again and again but he didn't listen"
I simply just hugged her and allowed her to let it all out. I should've been here. I should've been with him.
The doctor was standing a few feet away from us, a sad expression on his face but soon, he left too. Soon enough, the relatives were informed and the ones who were nearest, showed up instantly.
In a matter of few hours, the house was filled with sadness and grief. But I felt nothing. Like a hole inside me just grew deeper but all the pain was numbed.
I kept my head on my dads chest, expecting to hear one last heartbeat but nothing happened. I closed my eyes and let the tears out.
I had fallen asleep in the same room, sitting on the floor beside him.
Kritika was beside me, sleeping as well.
A day later, all the people I haven't seen in years were here. I looked at the faces of the people that appeared, heard a few saying 'he still could've had a couple years'. , I saw a familiar face, Gayatri maa. She pulled me into a hug as she comforted me.
Everyone was cladded in white. Dad would've hated it.
I bathed and wore white clothes too. He can't scold me now anymore, can he?
The pandit started his pooja.
"Who's-whos going to do the-" I couldn't finish the sentence, but I know Kritika understood "Your husband? Or are we allowed?"
