PLOT
Kriya, once carefree, joyful and outgoing now is broken, afraid of caring about someone again and she won't let anyone in anymore. Everyone leaves at some point, she doesn't want to get hurt. That's all.
Reyaansh Singhania... everyone knows him, come on, he's one of the biggest dancing stars of the current generation touring worldwide! But he's more than what is on the tabloids and something the media doesn't say about him is how much he cares about Kriya and how he wants to help her to heal the wounds in her soul.
PROLOGUE - Kriya
I stumble into the house trying to keep quiet but, apparently, I'm not succeeding.
My hand-eye coordination is worse than usual and I'm sure it's because of
Those few drinks I had at the gig. I' m not a heavy drinker, but some very special
Occasions demand exceptions, and Swayam Shekhawat's s gig is one of those. It was
bloody epic and I can still feel my heart beating so fast that I should be dead,
Maybe I'm dead already. For sure, that gig was the best thing that has
Happened to me this whole summer.
Best summer ever!
I giggle as quiet as possible whilst I try to put the keys on the hanger on the wall
But it's a bit blurry and my aim literally sucks. If I'm in this state, I don't wanna
know how Vishaka's doing. She has had more beers than I have and she was
driving. Maybe I shouldn't have let her drive home. We are lucky we didn't crash
and die. Or worse, get arrested as we are minors.
I' m about to go upstairs to my room; Mum and Dad must be sleeping already.
I' m not supposed to get home this late, but after Swayam's gig, Vishaka and I
decided we needed to celebrate some more.
Time just flew by.
Nevertheless, something catches my attention before I can get to my room and
it's that the lights are on. I'm sure I didn't leave them like that when I went out
today. With a frown, I walk towards the door and open it to see my dad on my
bed, his head in his hands, his shoulder are down and there's this black aura
surrounding him. Suddenly, I feel a lot more sober and I'm scared. I have a bad
feeling and my heart is hammering in my chest for a very different reason this
time.
"Dad," I call out to him as I walk slowly towards my bed. He looks up and his
eyes meet mine. His are bloodshot and there' s pure pain there.
I can see clearly now, I don't feel drunk anymore. I' m frozen; every single cell in
my body is frozen because I know something bad has happened to have my
dad like that. He's the strongest man I've ever known, he's always fine even
when everything seems to crumble around him.
"Kriya," he says and his voice is trembling. Something is terribly wrong, I
know that and I'm bloody scared. "I- I tried to call you." He adds tryi ng to put
himself together. I' m still standing there, three feet away from him, my heart
pushing cold blood into my veins.
"My battery died," I explain though I don't know how I'm able to utter a word, my
throat i s dry and my tongue feels heavier than ever. "Wh-what's wrong?" I ask
because i t would be impossible if something was not wrong. Something i s
horridly wrong.
"Kriya," he whispers and there's so much pain in his voice that my sight is
blurry again, this time because of the tears that are streaming down my face.
"Your mum... She..." He tries to say but his voice brakes and I start to grow
frantic.
"What happened to Mum?" I demand to know, my voice an octave higher yet it
sounds all shattered.
"When... When she was driving home..." Dad can't speak; he has to take a
deep breath to resume what he's trying to tell me. "It was an accident. The
brakes of a truck failed and he couldn't stop at the red light. Your mum was
caught in an accident. The ambulance..." His voice breaks again and more
tears are going down my face. "The ambulance couldn't get there in time. When
they got there, your mum... she was gone."
And he starts crying in that moment again as I fall to my knees crying, sobbing
and hiccupping. This is a bad dream, this cannot be happening to me. Not my
mum. Not her. Never her. No.
I' m shaking, I can' t control it as I start crying my eyes out, I' m fully bawling like a
baby but that' s not what really matters. My mum. All I have in my mind is the
image of my mum this morning when I kissed her forehead before going out,
when she wished me a good day and so did I.
That can't be my last memory of her.
This is not happening.
My dad creeps towards me, his arms surround me and he pulls me against his
chest where I cry even harder.
No, no, no, no... not my mum
Not my mum!
I can't control it, I'm desperately crying because even when I don't wanna
believe what my dad has told me, I know its truth. I know it in my heart as it
breaks into millions of pieces. Not my mum... Why? She's the best woman on
Earth, why?
"Why?" I cried out into my dad's chest and he's rocking me, but it's not helping.
"Why Mum? It's not fair! Why?! " I' m crying so loud and I feel my dad shaking
next to me, as broken as I am.
I've lost my mum but my dad has lost hi s wife, the love of his life. I've never
seen a couple more in love than my parents and now that is lost too. My mum is
gone and with her so many other things.
"I don't know... I don't know," is all my dad can say as he keeps rocking me and
we both cry until we run out of tears, until our bodies are numb, until I can' t feel
myself anymore.
* * *
My black hair falls around my face as a curtain that keeps me isolated from the
rest of the word. It is still hard to breathe, to hold my head high and to face all
those people telling me that they' re sorry, that they feel my pain. But they don' t.
They haven't lost their mums; they haven' t lost her. She wasn't any woman, she
was the most amazing woman that ever existed and she' s gone. And using the
past tense hurts so much that I still don't know how I' m breathing.
I feel a feminine hand on my shoulder squeezing softly and I know it's my best
friend. I fight the tears back again for what seems like the millionth time during
the last couple of days. She' s the only one I allow to touch me and comfort me.
Her and my dad. They are the only ones who I know can understand my pain.
"Kriya, it's time to leave," she whispers and her voice is raspy. She's been
crying as much as me because she loved my mum like she was hers. "Carl is
waiting," she adds and I know I have to move, but I can' t. My body doesn't
answer my mental orders.
"Five more minutes. I need to say goodbye," I tell her and I don't need to see
her to know that she has nodded. She loosens up her grip on my shoulder and
finally let' s go. I hear her footsteps fading away and I know I'm alone with my
mum.
I walk slowly to the cold stone. It reads: Smriti Ghai, 1972-2013, Beloved
Wife and Mother. That's the place where my mum' s body rests, under the
ground, far away from me.
I have so many memories of her. Those sweet memories that bring a smile on
my face, those more bittersweet ones where we fought over silly things, or
sometimes over really important matters such as my future. She was worried I
wasn't serious enough about what I wanted. She always told me I had to focus
more on my future and less on having fun with Vishaka. She wanted the best
for me; she wanted me to be happy. She wanted me to fulfill my dreams.
"I'm gonna miss you forever, Mum," I tell her because I know wherever she is
now, she can hear me. "Nothing is gonna be the same without you around. But I
promise-" my voice breaks in that moment, but I brush the tears away and take
a deep breath. "I promise you I will chase my dreams, I'm gonna be all that you
dreamt of. I' m gonna be the best student, I' m gonna get the scholarship and I' m
gonna be the best dancer, I'm gonna share my talent as you taught me.
I'll make you proud. No more silly games, no more fooling around. I'll do it for
me, as you wanted, and I'll do it for you. This is my promise, Mum."
Even though I tried to keep the tears at bay, I'm crying again. I don't know how it
is even possible for me to keep crying, but there are tears streaming down my
cheeks like two little rivers. You are gone, but I'll keep your memory with me. I'll keep you forever in my
heart," I whisper one more time before touching my lips with my fingers and
then touching the ground. "I love you, Mum. I always will."
I stand up cleaning my cheeks with my hands and taking another deep breath. I
look up at the sky closing my eyes letting the sunlight caress my wet ski n on that
day in summer. Maybe it's my mum stroking my cheeks and letting me know
that I' m going to be fine, maybe not. But I like to think it's her and even though
she' s gone, she' s still with me somehow. I can find her in those little things in
life.
It hurts. It hurts so much not having her with me and I know I'll never be the same
girl, but I'll keep going with my life because I've promised her I will. Because
that's what she would like me to do.
I walk down the path, out of the cemetery and my heart aches even more with
every step I take farther from her, but at the same time I grow stronger in
determination. I am going to do this. I'll do it for her.
"Kriya," Vishaka whispers when she sees me and I try to smile. I know my
smile is broken, that it's not the same it used to be and probably it will never be
the same, but I' m trying and that gets my best friend to smile as well. "Let's go.
Your dad is in the car already waiting for us.
I nod as I take her hand tangling our fingers and we walk together towards the
Jeep Wrangler of my dad. He's inside, as Vishaka mentioned before, and
next to him is Pragya, Vishaka's aunt. My friend and I get into the back seat of
the car, our hands still together.
My dad looks at me through the rear view mirror and his eyes only show sorrow
and despair, but he' s with me. We are together in this, we're gonna get through
this if we stay together. We've lost her, but we' re still here and we have each
other. We have to be strong for her.
I smile at him as I mouth, "We'll be fine. You have me."
I see his eyes filling with tears before he smiles back at me, a broken smile,
too, but one that tells me he knows he have each other.
He starts the engine and soon we are driving away from the cemetery where
my mum's body is left behind, yet I'm carrying with me her memory, her smile,
her humour, her wisdom, her love. I still have the best part of her.
this was dedicated to a girl called anayat. her mom was in the hospital room next to mine also suffering from dengue and she used to come and meet me too. unfortunately her mom couldn't survive the attack and passed away two days ago. I now none of you know her but could you plz pray for her. she is a wonderful person and used to come to meet me even when she didn't know me.
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