Kuch Rang Pyar Ke...Aise Bhi:- A Written Series Chapter 2.2 Updated! - Page 3

He refused. Rejected by conditions, just like everyone else. There was a time when I thought someone considered me important, someone who understood my feelings and sacrifices. But these were the times when I refused to listen to my mind and instead heard my heart. These were the times when I was living in a complete illusion, assuming everything around me was going according to my terms, when in reality, I was just a pawn in chess. Ordered to act and adjust to the circumstance.

When I first peeked through the drapes, I could see a manly figure; an ebony colored shirt teamed with black formal pants. His face depicted calamity, which was when my lips curved into a satisfied smile; this was the life I had longed for.

My sisters told me that I was blushing, to which my heart fluttered in joy. I had always seen such kinds of emotions and expressions in fairytales, never did I imagine experiencing them myself!

"I love your Bindi'! It really suits you! He had praised, breaking the silence. When I got to know that he wanted to talk to me privately, the joy changed to a weird sense of fear; like the one where the most dreadful thing occurs. But his casual compliment contradicted my thoughts, and once again the smile returned, eyes lowered this time.

"The apartment has been booked. I've shortlisted a few interior designers, which you can choose whenever you want to. Your feelings really matter to me. He had assured, igniting the hope in me once again. I had told him that I wanted to design my home on my own; it gave a feeling of belongingness, something that this house lacked. The way he expressed my importance in his life was absolutely heartwarming. Never had I felt so special, so pampered! My life was set, this is what I wanted all my life. And this is what I got...or so I presumed.

"I don't mind any of your conditions, except the one about kids. You know I'm the only son to my parents, they wish to see their grandchildren play in front of them. That one sentence changed my entire life. Broke my bubble of happiness. How could I forget, I never deserved happiness. The only thing written in my fate was compromising, that's how I had spent my childhood, and that was how I would continue till my last breath. I didn't want to start a family, not because I hated children, but because I had enough of them. My childhood was spent mothering Nikki and Riya. Where other kids woke up to go to school, I woke to prepare breakfast. While the others learnt about different subjects, I learnt the different ways of nurturing and cooking. While everyone else returned with fresh new stories from school, I had nothing to say and in turn listened to these. While the rest dreamed of aspirations, I lost the right too. And now, when I asked for a life according to my terms, was I demanding? Was a breath too much to ask?

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"You should've considered this before agreeing to her terms, Sameer. I reprimanded sternly.

"I know...and I really regret this too...but what's the use of marriage if it does not involve having a family? His reasons seemed too invalid in front of my sister's wishes. I didn't want her to sacrifice, but I couldn't let a person ruin her life either. Having such a relationship would involve compromising; something I knew Neha didn't deserve.

"Neha? I managed to speak as I looked at her lying figure. I knew how hurt she was, and how hard she was trying so hard those tears that still noticed my presence.

"If you've come here to console me, then you may leave. I don't need any sympathy. She lashed out.

"I'm your brother, Neha. I know what you need and what you don't. Pulling up a stern face was much easier than handling such emotional conversations.

"Alright, you can taunt me too. About not giving in to his conditions despite them being reasonable. This is what I deserve, right? She snapped, still hiding her face from me.

"Why are you letting your past control your future, Neha? I questioned with an unreasonable tone evident.

"All these talks are of no point, Bhai. So please, don't try to convince me into his terms, because I'm not giving in. Saying this, she finally faced me, showing her dried tears, smudged kohl and puffy eyes; it ached to see her like this!

"I can't tolerate any more, Bhai. Just leave me alone. She sniffed.

"I can't. Not even when you turn into an old granny. Because I'm your elder brother. I reasoned, looking away.

"If that is what you mean...if you actually are my Bhai, then convince him. Give me some rights, and I won't ask for anything else. I promise! That one look was so intimidating yet so hurt, it made me want to fix things as soon as possible. And I would do it, because it's not easy to stop Dev Dixit from doing what he wants to do!