Part One
He stood leaning against the terrace railing, hardly moving a muscle as the sky turned from a bright blue to a surreal saffron hue. He had been gazing at the horizon for hours now, but his mind barely registered anything. He was filled with a sense of void that refused to leave him. It was not like he was a stranger to this feeling; it had been his constant companion a year and a half ago. He had somehow managed to overcome it with the help of his brother and the silent support of his mother. He had learnt to be happy again for their sake. And happy he truly was; seeing his brother's happiness with Jeevika bhabhi's entry in his life. Everything was going fine till his grandfather's words had brought back that unpleasant, familiar feeling to the fore'
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She sat on the bank of the river with her feet dipped in. As she absentmindedly moved her feet causing ripples in the calm water, her mind replayed the countless moments she had spent with her sister. However happy or sad, important or unimportant they might be, they were all precious to her simply because represented the time she had spent with her sister. There was no one in this world whom she loved more than her sister. Not even herself. If her sister was happy, she was happy; if her sister was sad, she would get sad. She knew that her sister's happiness lied in marrying Viren jiju, he was a great guy. But that meant her sister would go away to Chandigarh, away from her. For the first time she didn't know whether she would be able to be truly happy with her sister's happiness'
Let me know if I should continue..
Cricket
