Another short Drabble / OS (Dunno how to label it *insertconfusedemoji
Just based on my own guess work and how people react in these kind of situations.
Shravan's POV
He has everything but his life is still empty as ever. Empty as it became the day she pushed him out of his life. He didn’t know how or when he gave so much of himself to her that without her, he was left with barely enough to pull himself together. He had no choice in doing that. The circumstances didn’t give him a choice. Not when the the responsibility of their family fell on his shoulder with his dad in prison. The only thing left in the aftermath was fire. Fire, not of love but of pain and anguish resulting from the humiliation and helplessness he faced watching his family fall apart. From the words she spoke to the words the world threw at them. It was that fire that got him through those last days of school in a different city where his family was forced to retire to. All the while standing by his father as they fought against what felt like the entire country to prove his innocence. Everyone who once respected them, wanted to connect with them, abandoned them. Everyone from their father to his mother and sister was vilified because, of course, whenever something goes wrong, their society drags the women and children and the family through the mud as a punishment for the accused. It doesn’t matter if the crime is yet to be proven or if an actual verdict has been given and the family is innocent altogether. It was these media and public trials that left them with no choice but to send Avni away to save her from the trauma and constant stream of insult and hatred being thrown their way. He learned one of the most important lessons of his life then. Justice was a relative term and the world rarely waited for the actual verdict before announcing their own. No, the public holds the trial and carries out the sentence simultaneously far before the case even reaches the court. HIs father may have been on trial in court but the public had already given its sentence in holding him and by extension them, guilty. The only way for him to bring any semblance of honour and security back to his family was by joining the same institution his father was accused of betraying. To prove that loyalty ran through his blood as much as any other officer. To prove that he wasn’t from a traitor’s family but a patriots. It was a struggle to prove himself, his abilities and most of all, his loyalty. It was even more difficult to gain the respect of his fellow officers and the trust of seniors. To make them stop looking at him as a traitor’s son. He won these trophies through his ingrained recklessness put to a focused use. By taking risks, endangering his life time and time again, which eventually earned him the title of ‘Sanki’. He was Sanki though. He was Sanki enough to fall in love not realizing that they pain it when the person you love walks away from you is worse than any kind of wound gained on the battlefield. It didn’t just cut or pierce a part of your body. No, it just sets the whole thing on fire. A fire that is invisible to everyone else but burns you every second of every day, constantly, never stopping. It burns you to the point where you become so numb that you can’t feel anything at all. Not happiness, not pain, not sadness. Just emptiness. It’s only sometimes after that, when an old memory or a reminder turns the burner again and the fire soars brighter, hotter and higher that it overwhelms the numbness for a moment and you’re once again reminded of the pain that’s never faded. You realise that you never stopped burning, you just stopped feeling. This is what Suman’s love, her words, her actions and worst of all, her seperation had done to him. Today he hates her as much as he loved her but he hates her only because she turned away from him, because she didn’t allow him to be there for her, because she didn’t even turn around to see he was hurting too, because she didn’t allow them to get through this storm together. No, instead she left him burning with emptiness.
- The End -
~ M
Anupamaa
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
Indian Mythology
Sampoorna
