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Note: This is an AU
He couldn't believe that I was watching a soap. I hated watching soaps because I don't like suspense and exaggerated emotions. But I was watching with my full concentration that I didn't even see his face when he came from office. He asked me a cup of coffee and I asked him to wait. I was lost in the soap. It seemed he had lost patience and made himself a cup of coffee. He came and sat near me on the sofa with a coffee in his hand. He saw that I had tears in my eyes. He started teasing me as I cried seeing a soap. He asked me what was so special in that soap. I buried myself into his chest. I asked him how happy would it would be if real life was like a soap.
The heroine in the soap was supposed to be dead. Her family believed that she was dead. But she returned alive after few years. How blessed would I be if it happened in real life? It has been 3 years since my sister died. How would be life if she returned one day and said that she was alive all these days? She was my lovable little sister. But our childhood was not a sweet fairy tale. I always fought with my sister. She always interrupted my routine. We had our own cute sister moments but we had our angry moments. Our fights were not normal sister fights. We don't stop with words. We actually beat each other. Our mom has even told us that we should have been boys.
It was only when I finished my school, I started being sweet to her. But that didn't mean we didn't fight. We fought less frequently. She had breathing problems. Dad and Mom took to her checkup every month. I have seen her eat a lot of tablets every morning and evening. Tablets were more or less like her food. I don't know whether I had sympathy for her or not. But seeing her eat tablets, go to hospital and her dust allergy made me go closer to her more than ever. I started seeing the sweet little sister who would just wait for me to come home. Whenever dad scolded me for coming late, she would cover me saying that she asked me to buy sketches, notebooks, pen, pencil etc and that's the reason for me coming late. She was 10 years younger to me. I don't know whether it was due to my transition from a teenage girl to an young adult or not. I started feeling like she is my daughter. She started being obedient to me than she was to mom.
I had planned to go to a theme park with my friends. She also wanted to come with me. I had taken her with me when I went to a film with my friends. But mom suggested that the roller-coaster ride, water falls etc wouldn't be good for her health. I asked her to stay at home. She was so stubborn. I tried explaining it to her. She was not in a mood. I slapped her and told her to stay with mom at home. Two days later, I was playing basketball with her. People were demolishing the nearby flat and there was so much dust. I took her inside our home. She started watching cartoons. I was bored by her cartoon shows. I plugged in my earphone and started hearing songs in my mobile. After half an hour, my phone rang. It was from mom. I attended it and she told me that she had been knocking the door for the past 5 minutes. I took my earphones off. I went and opened the door.
Mom came inside with fresh vegetables that she bought from the market. I went to see my sister only to find her lying on the floor. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I tried to wake her up. I shouted, "Mom". Mom carried her in arms and we went to hospital in an auto. I had called Dad and asked him to come immediately. The doctor said she was already dead. Tears flowed from my eyes. My head start aching very badly. Dad came there in few minutes. He started consoling mom who was crying her heart aloud.
My sister's body was brought to our home. I vomited twice. I didn't want to think about others around. I tried hard to sleep. I didn't care about anyone else. My headache didn't let me sleep but I had slept after few hours of thoughts. I woke up the next day as all our relatives had gathered around her body. A part of me wanted to lie down on the floor near her. I wanted to embrace her and sleep next to her. I wanted to hug her for one last time. But I stood still controlling my tears.
He started shaking me. I came back to the present. How would it be if I just open the door and she stands there like it happens in a soap? But it doesn't happen in real life. I saw her turn into ashes with my eyes. But still she can return to me. She will come to me in 3 more months. I looked at my baby bump. My little girl will come to me after 3 years. I will not slap or beat her this time. I would protect her with all my life.
He couldn't believe that I was watching a soap. I hated watching soaps because I don't like suspense and exaggerated emotions. But I was watching with my full concentration that I didn't even see his face when he came from office. He asked me a cup of coffee and I asked him to wait. I was lost in the soap. It seemed he had lost patience and made himself a cup of coffee. He came and sat near me on the sofa with a coffee in his hand. He saw that I had tears in my eyes. He started teasing me as I cried seeing a soap. He asked me what was so special in that soap. I buried myself into his chest. I asked him how happy would it would be if real life was like a soap.
The heroine in the soap was supposed to be dead. Her family believed that she was dead. But she returned alive after few years. How blessed would I be if it happened in real life? It has been 3 years since my sister died. How would be life if she returned one day and said that she was alive all these days? She was my lovable little sister. But our childhood was not a sweet fairy tale. I always fought with my sister. She always interrupted my routine. We had our own cute sister moments but we had our angry moments. Our fights were not normal sister fights. We don't stop with words. We actually beat each other. Our mom has even told us that we should have been boys.
It was only when I finished my school, I started being sweet to her. But that didn't mean we didn't fight. We fought less frequently. She had breathing problems. Dad and Mom took to her checkup every month. I have seen her eat a lot of tablets every morning and evening. Tablets were more or less like her food. I don't know whether I had sympathy for her or not. But seeing her eat tablets, go to hospital and her dust allergy made me go closer to her more than ever. I started seeing the sweet little sister who would just wait for me to come home. Whenever dad scolded me for coming late, she would cover me saying that she asked me to buy sketches, notebooks, pen, pencil etc and that's the reason for me coming late. She was 10 years younger to me. I don't know whether it was due to my transition from a teenage girl to an young adult or not. I started feeling like she is my daughter. She started being obedient to me than she was to mom.
I had planned to go to a theme park with my friends. She also wanted to come with me. I had taken her with me when I went to a film with my friends. But mom suggested that the roller-coaster ride, water falls etc wouldn't be good for her health. I asked her to stay at home. She was so stubborn. I tried explaining it to her. She was not in a mood. I slapped her and told her to stay with mom at home. Two days later, I was playing basketball with her. People were demolishing the nearby flat and there was so much dust. I took her inside our home. She started watching cartoons. I was bored by her cartoon shows. I plugged in my earphone and started hearing songs in my mobile. After half an hour, my phone rang. It was from mom. I attended it and she told me that she had been knocking the door for the past 5 minutes. I took my earphones off. I went and opened the door.
Mom came inside with fresh vegetables that she bought from the market. I went to see my sister only to find her lying on the floor. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I tried to wake her up. I shouted, "Mom". Mom carried her in arms and we went to hospital in an auto. I had called Dad and asked him to come immediately. The doctor said she was already dead. Tears flowed from my eyes. My head start aching very badly. Dad came there in few minutes. He started consoling mom who was crying her heart aloud.
My sister's body was brought to our home. I vomited twice. I didn't want to think about others around. I tried hard to sleep. I didn't care about anyone else. My headache didn't let me sleep but I had slept after few hours of thoughts. I woke up the next day as all our relatives had gathered around her body. A part of me wanted to lie down on the floor near her. I wanted to embrace her and sleep next to her. I wanted to hug her for one last time. But I stood still controlling my tears.
He started shaking me. I came back to the present. How would it be if I just open the door and she stands there like it happens in a soap? But it doesn't happen in real life. I saw her turn into ashes with my eyes. But still she can return to me. She will come to me in 3 more months. I looked at my baby bump. My little girl will come to me after 3 years. I will not slap or beat her this time. I would protect her with all my life.
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Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
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