*Listen to this song while you read the OS*
There was mourning, sorrow and pain to lose a loved one that surrounded the people clad in white, sitting around the Holy fire as the priest chanted soulful words for the blessing of the deceased soul.
He sat there silently, cross legged, as the ladies of his house, endlessly sobbed away, in the remembrance of his beloved, but he just sat there, noticing them, not doing anything much of his own and just stared in the lifeless eyes of her picture, the framed picture of his beautiful wife, which was adorned by a garland of chrysanthemum flowers, her face holding the most charismatic smile in the world that existed, the one that created magic without a spell.
As the chanting continued, the priests told them to close their eyes and pray for the soul of the terminated. He closed his eyes obediently, like everyone else did, as her angelic face came before his eyes, wearing a intricate pure white flowing gown, looking in it like the angel she was, a peaceful smile all over her face, as she looked into her restless his eyes, and calmed them down, making him virtually smile at his lost princess.
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Sitting by the window, Arnav looked out at the vastness of the sky, turning to a hazy color of violet and blue, and pangs of yellow and orange light submerged in it, as twilight approached it slowly, taking away all remaining colors that easily dissolved in black. Is eyes twinkled as he greeted the first stars with a bright smile, eyes fixed on the one with a pink haze shining away brightly, as if replying to him. He knew that was hers, she had told him that, following him everywhere, like a spirit looking after him at all times of the day.
It was a daily routine, in the past two years, that every night before going to sleep he'd look up in the sky, and talks to her, pour his heart out to her, and tell her everything about the events of that day. He smiled brilliantly, at her the star increase the dim lightening that it radiated out to him, but for him it was enough to know that she was there listening to him.
"Are you alright up there? Must be so lonely right? Oh yes..you have your parents, I hope they give you good company" he sighed, keeping up a peaceful chatter with that non existent dreamy ghost of hers which only he could visualize.
"I am missing you so much. Come down, I want to talk to you", he said in between a faint smile, looking upwards, demanding her to come to meet him in her spiritual form, the same he'd boss her around when she was alive.
Anjali looked at her brother sadly, sitting once again by that window, looking up in the heavens and talking to what he thought was his Khushi up there. Her heart ached for his misery, the torment he had to go through, it was too much for him to lose, after Ma, he had feared falling in love, but he finally had, and now she was gone too just like ma was. She had died right there in the hospital beds, counting her last breathes, as she breathlessly looked at him and had uttered her last parting words 'Rabba Mere Kya Hain Tere Marzi", before she had squeezed his hand in between quick half hearted breathes, and said 'I love you Arnav, today and always', as she finally gave in to the reapers, and surrendered her sole to them, her final goodbyes in this world over.
Since then, he had lost his state of mind, seeing her die right in front of his eyes, his helplessness overcoming his sense of moving on. To this day, and ones to come, he blamed himself for her demise, for not finding proper remedies to her blood cancer, but then Anjali knew, it was none of his fault, she knew her last days were around, it was a pity that they had come way before schedule. After that, she had lost her brother completely, no more was there Arnav, no more was there ASR, just someone she was hardly aware of, a quadrupled version of her brother. She didn't think he had lost his sanity, no his work was still flawless spot on, and AR was prospering as ever before, but his own mental state was simply shaken. He was believing in the unknown in the supernatural.
She walked inside the room quietly, keeping her hand on his shoulder, as he continued to remain indulged in his discussion. "Chotte", she said softly, causing him to turn away irritated, not the least bit happy at the sudden interruption.
"What is it Di?", he asked back evidently annoyed, as Anjali continued to look in his eyes, that held nothing but pain and grief.
She picked up his hand that was resting on the railing, and dragged him away to his big king sized bed, with him almost stumbling in his steps confused and annoyed.
"Chotte, she is gone", she stated trying to hard the sorrow in her to say something this harsh to him, but she couldn't help it, he was just not getting over the truth, patting his shoulder as she did so.
"I know that alright. Why do you keep telling me that all the time?" he spat out at her, anger bursting out of him, shoving away his sisters hand from his shoulder, until she too had lost her own self preserved calm.
"Because you do not understand Chotte! You do not understand Chotte! Who the hell do you think you were talking with up there? She's dead Choote! She is never coming back!" Anjali shouted out loud in a thunderous voice, amazed at her own hidden capability to lose control over her anger this fiercely.
"But despite that, she is there with me! She is always there with me!", he screamed back equally ignited, came to the defense of the false accusations her sister was busy imposing over him since the last two years. Why couldn't she just get it, she was there, he wasn't faking it all, he wasn't crazy.
"Choote (calming down), Look, (breathing in and out), its been 2 years Choote..you have to let go..you need to re marry" she said softening down a bit, successful in taking control over her own hyper active state.
"Di! How many times have I got to tell you that I am not going to re marry! She is the only girl I have ever loved, and will love, nobody can take her place, she was my wife, is my wife, and will always be!", he stormed out on her, deeply offending by his sisters continuous lectures everyday, persuading him now and then to get married, when he had dead straight cleared it to everyone, that dead or alive, Khushi was his wife, there was no changing that, he was not willing to give that position to anyone else.
Anjali got up from the bed, in a fit, and walked away from the room, giving a last look at her brother before completely disappearing away, ad he rested his head in his palms to remove the growing tension inside him. Slowly he eased up a bit, as he felt her dainty fingers circled his forehead, soothing out of his unease, giving him the best massage in the world that anybody had ever heard off.
Slowly opening his eyes, he double plated his hands on her fingers, and brought them down, greeted by her peaceful smile, and untroubled balmy eyes. He closed his hand into hers in such a way that her fingers slid through the gaps in his almost perfectly, as if made to fit in there only.
"Khushi, tell me, why do they keep urging me to let go of you?" he asked troubled, in deep confusion at the reality of the events his life was trapped in.
"Sshhh..(keeping her finger on his lips) just calm down", she said in such a calm voice, his tension just flew out of the open window, as he kissed her fingers on his lips, and removed them retreating them back to where they were originally.
"Why don't they understand, that you are there with me" he resignedly told her, keeping his head on her lap, as she softly ruffled his hair, and patted the brown mush covering his scalp.
"I am there", she assured him, still with that gentle smile all over her face, as she continued to shuffle his hair, twirling strands of them in her fingers.
He got up away from her lap, sitting straight facing her now, and said gravely "Then why don't you tell them that? They would stop troubling me then".
"I cant", she replied smoothly, still calmly her smile or actions never flinching. Before he could place his hand on her cheek, she had vanished into thin air, and he smiled, it was the end of their talk for this day.
"I love you Khushi, (a lone tear coming down his face) always".
She was a long living memory, a unforgettable blessing, his most eternal belonging.
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P.S: Here I am people with another depressing OS, dont know what suddenly got into me, but I feel like wriitng this stuff right now. Sorry, people if anyone felt disgusted reading it.
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