His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

Misty Coats Of Hatred.

Who's excited to read? Here you go!

To my readers, who think that parts including Aarush or others are uncessary, then, no. They are not. If not for Aarush, we'd be celebrating Aksh's funeral a long back. What's the point of this story then? So, kindly refrain yourselves from questioning what I write. It's just not about Mehak and Aksh. They are connected to other people too. Try to understand, dear stars. They hold their own importance. No offence, intended.

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It is okay to love,
It is okay to get hurt too,
They are the first steps of making you
realise the importance of self love.

_Aastha.

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Aksh Singhania's P.O.V.

'I hate you Aksh Singhania!'

Moist eyelashes fluttered open with a jerk, as the loud nightmare rang inside my brain. I couldn't help the tremble in my body, as the shiver convulsed throughout me. I felt paralyzed, as I tried rotating my head, only to find white walls surrounding me with the smell of sanitizer. I closed my eyes at once.

Fuck! I again survived!

Rotating my aching muscles again, I found Aarush sitting on the sofa, with his head in his hands, looking downwards, lost. My heart ached at the sight of his, looking so devastated. I knew, my condition must have affected him badly, and I didn't know how bad it was this time for him. I was okay with whatever happens with me, but not him, not my champ.

I'm sorry, champ.

"Champ..." I called him, softly, but he didn't deter, as if my words didn't even reach him. My heart sank further as he didn't even blink once.

"Champ." I called louder this time.

No response.

"Aarush Singhania!" My vocal cords protested, as I almost shouted this time. Thankfully, he blinked, and looked up. "Come here, champ." I beckoned him, when he just stared. He walked to me, robotically.

"Sit." He complied.

"Water." He again complied.

"Say something, please." I pleaded this time, scared of how much have I hurt him with my condition.

"Aksh Singhania." I gasped at what he said. He never calls me that. Never! It's always been Aksh Bhai, or dada, but never this. The way he spoke motionlessly, emotionlessly, and formally, made the tears fall again from my eyes.

"N-o-o Champ, I'm your Bhai.. won't you call me bhai?" I asked him in a dazed voice, almost pleading.

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm an orphan."

The fuck!

"How can you even say that! You are, were, never an orphan. You are my family cham-p. You've your Aksh bhai always." I insisted, speaking with stress on each words, feeling hurt by the words he just uttered.

"Nah, He wants to leave me. So be it." He spoke monotonously.

"Champ...." I was speechless. "It's not like that. I-I-" I didn't know what to continue. He looked up with different emotions in his eyes, which scared me.

"Let's die." I flinched at his words. Appalled at the way he could say such a thing.

"CHAMP! Don't even fuckin' dare to think that!" I said angrily, scared at his tone. Like, he was giving up.