Imagine a scenario, where one out of our soulmates will lost their sanity because of the other, and the other has to repent their entire life perhaps, yep this is made on such a concept. Enjoy!
The sun was blazing outside his cabin and Ravi Randhawa had his vision clinched there. His eyes echoed his innards, lifeless, a living dead.
"My name reflects the sun, Pratiksha. I'm able to destroy people by the degrees of my wrath, and I will not set until I burn you alive, till I ravage you out of your soul, mark my words."
As he withdrew his glasses, anonymous to the world, tears coursed down, revealing that he was living at a string of the remotest hope.
The tiniest anticipation that he had been retaining for a year.
"Bro." Ravi acknowledged Aditya's voice instantly, with the obvious iciness, not unhidden anymore. He wore back his glasses and hinged back to his little brother, expecting the unmistakable.
Aditya was staggered to see Ravi's bloodshot eyes, yet he refused to react to it. And both the brothers knew the cause.
Ravi harbored himself worthy of every single teardrop he shed for her, and Adi had no option despite accepting it.
To the extent of how much he had destructed her life, the tears he shed are not enough.
"I have cleared your schedule."
"Yeah. Thanks, Adi." He responded tonelessly.
"Are you visiting the asylum today?" Though he didn't even want to question this, he couldn't help but do it. Aditya inspected Ravi's stiffness wearing off at the mention of the asylum. He had gulped, shutting his eyes, reminiscing.
Reminiscing the last moments of how he lost her in front of him, helplessly.
He gradually nodded his head, ushering Aditya to do the same. The younger brother didn't utter a single word, he couldn't. Even when he had started to avoid his brother, he couldn't see him in pain.
And as always, Ravi was left alone, once again making Pratiksha's words come true.
That, in the last, he will be left alone by the two categories of people in life, the first being the ones who want to cure him but aren't able to enter the fence he created inside him. And the second was the people that wanted him to just move on, no matter what.
But, he was still alone, truly. Without her being aside him.
...
The bunch of white lilies in his hand fetched an unknown placid smile to his life.
"You know, Kinjal. Lillies are my favorite, the tranquility they have is unmatched."
Pratiksha's words tinged inside his ears.
"And you know, Pratiksha." He voiced as he entered the room. "That tranquility is similar to your aura."
He said with a counterfeit smile, glimpsing her back.
"It brings me peace, even if it's for a while." He expressed, placing the lillies in the glass vase.
He shuffled towards her, standing right beside her now. His fingers fluttered a bit as he reached for her shoulders, slowly grazing the part.
"How are you? Did you trouble the nurse today, hmm?"
Pratiksha didn't react as she was busy playing with her hospital uniform. At least, she didn't flinch, Ravi thought, and felt grateful that she is not reacting violently to his presence.
Pratiksha shuffled, her eyes fixed on the floor, her demeanor illustrating a lost child. She raised her right hand, crossing her finger and waving it in the air. Ravi just watched her, slowly dying inside at every passing second.
He's the reason why she, a girl with bright thoughts and a future, lost her sanity. She was the one he wanted to destroy to the core, and he did it at the cost of her mind.
Without realizing that she was not the one who deserved the destruction.
And he fell in love with her even before that, and now, it has just gotten stronger on the surface.
Oh, the irony. It was his karma to fall in love with her.
"...I felt a funeral in my... brain..."
Pratiksha's meek voice woke him up from his quietude. She was now sitting in her bed, visibly struggling to figure out the words.
"...And mourners, to and fro..."
This was a progression for him, as he didn't know whether it was for the first time. His feet just drew him to her, slowly. And he sat beside her, patiently for her to continue the poem.
"...Kept treading, treading, till it seemed..."
"...till it seemed..."
"That sense was breaking through," he finished the stanza for her, glancing at her with a glint of hope. He recalled how they learned the poem together, at a stage where they had to leave aside their enmity. The poem closed the attraction between them as they had danced together that night, their bodies rhyming with each other perfectly.
"Do you remember that, tell me?" He plodded close to her while she was playing with her fingers, biting her lips in the process. He stroked her locks, glancing all over her with a tragic look.
"Do you remember how we danced that night?" He expected no response from her as he paused, his fingers now tracing her face softly.
He remembered, yet again. How Pratiksha had to watch her entire family getting burnt in front of her because of his carelessness. Her uncle, aunt, and her two sisters.
His one mistake lead both of them here.
Ravi's eyes filled with tears as he inched his nose and met her neck, he closed his eyes and wept quietly, his hand snaking her collarbones as he hugged her.
"I..." Pratiksha began yet again, childishness filling in her voice.
"I danced with... a prince."
"No." Ravi shifted his face to her side, still laying on her neck. "He was not a prince, he was not a prince. He was a beast, a beast who destroyed his queen. An absolute unluck to everyone around him."
In an abrupt, Pratiksha's right hand was on his head, caressing his tresses, much to his surprise, as if she subconsciously understood he was referring to himself, refusing to accept it.
He looked at her astonished, she still was playing with her dress with her other hand.
"No."
"He was... a prince, my... prince."
And she stared back at him, for the first time in a year.
He was ecstatic.
After she fell asleep, he looked at the roof, with a small smile.
"I told you, mom. I will wait for her, until my last breath."
Looking at her sleeping figure, he continued. "Till my last, I'll always be her man, I'm ready to suffer for her, until she comes back to me, even if it's after my death."
And it was a hope, that was holding onto.
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