❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔'𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 - 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒚. ❞
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Sometimes love doesn't knock on the right door. Sometimes it slips in through a misdial, a l...
एक जुमला था, पर सीने में खंजर-सा उतरा, 'बाप के साथ तुझे भी मर जाना था' — यूँ किसी ने लिखा..
अश्क नहीं गिरे, पर रूह तक काँप उठी, लफ्ज़ थे पर इंसानियत कहीं गुम सी दिखी....
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The Weight of Words
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Author's POV-
Mira was waiting. Maybe Arjun wanted to show her something. He turned the phone screen towards her.
It was an Unknown Number. A message from a week ago.
"Should've died with your dad." It read.
A sharp breath escaped him. A tear rolled down his cheek and he wiped it away before Mira could see.
But she noticed. Somehow she always did. She tightened her grip on his hand. There was something more... something more he wanted to say.
After almost a minute, he broke the silence.
"It's all slipping, Mira. One match made me. And one tragedy ruined me."
She stayed silent.
"Everyone's moving ahead. I'm stuck. Career gaya. Papa... chale gaye. Main reh gaya."
(Everyone's moving ahead. I'm stuck. Career gone. Papa...gone. I am just left behind.)
"You're not just left behind, Arjun," Mira murmured. "You're held back by grief. That's different."
He closed his eyes, jaw clenched.
"I hate the way they talk about me now."
"I don't," she said. "Because I know the version of you they can't see."
He looked up at her, his eyes glassy but hollow. "You should go."
"I will," she said softly, brushing his cheek with hers. "With you. Not away from you."
・・・・・
That night Arjun stayed awake till 3 a.m.
Sleep was far from his eyes. His mind had been thinking too much. Too, Too-much. Mira had left.
He saw everything. Her every effort to make him and his mother happy. But the thoughts in his mind have been too loud lately. He is unable to hear what the people around him her saying.
