I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you.
The moment I saw what had happened, I knew what I had to do. It wasn't rocket science. Of course I had to talk the blame. Jeevika bhabhi had murdered Karan, in an attempt to save Maanvi; I couldn't blame her for it. She had killed her own baby to save my life, so killing someone else to do the same thing wasn't such a surprise.
So who would take the blame? Maanvi? No way!
I just couldn't bear Maanvi walking away from me. I would died a hundred deaths before letting go through the tempest that was to come. I have fought with Death and brought her back from its shackles, so going to jail for her was not such a big deal. Or so I thought.
I thought it would be easy. It was such a matter of days before my brother got me out of prison. It wouldn't be so hard living behind bars, would it? No, it wouldn't be bad. And besides, it's not about how much I can bear; it's about who would bear it? There wasn't anyone else in the family who could have taken the blame for bhabhi. Nobody else owed her the way I did.
She saved my life. It's time I saved hers.
I know that this is right. What I did was what should have been done.
Then why does it hurt so much now? Why do I feel so alone? Why do I feel a lack of air to breathe? What was it that caused this uneasiness? What was missing?
Maanvi.
I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out; I love you for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart and passing over all the foolish, weak things that you can't help, dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find.
I love you because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life not a tavern but a temple; Out of the works, of my every day; not a reproach, but a song. I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good and more than any fate could have done to make me happy.
So even though it hurts to be away from away from you and even though this feelings feels like it would burn me alive, I'd go through it.
And if they send a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.
Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you back to me.
And I'd hold you in my weak arms like a first born.
I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes,
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you...
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I'm sorry this is late and short and extremely lame but it's been ages since I wrote about Viraat so I just had to write something on him. And the parts in red are lyrics of one of my favourite songs, a walk through hell. I felt it suited Viraat's situation pretty well right now.
