The Moon to my night

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∞All an act∞

Aradhaya Singh Rajvansh

If only Mahadev could take a moment to talk to me and explain the intentions of this man. What does he really want from me? Who is he really? The one he pretends to be now or the one he showed me seven years ago? This morning, when I had the allergic reaction, his face didn't show a hint of deception. I don't know if I want to believe it or if it's actually true, but all I saw was pure concern. It seemed genuine, as if he really cared, as if his declarations of love weren't just a facade.

This confusion is messing with my brain like nothing before. Whenever he comes close, my heart betrays me, and this evening, even my body. Every other time, he doesn't miss a chance to be near me, but if he's not around, my eyes search for him. Why am I doing this? Why do I want to hurt myself again?

When he's around, it reminds me of his betrayal, but when he's not, I'm drawn to him unwillingly. This is ruining my peace. I can't afford to get my heart broken again. I healed myself once; I can't do it again. I was so consumed by my grief that I neglected my family, my brother who needed me most at that time.

I grew so selfish that I couldn't face the people who love me more than anything. How can I forget everything in a second? How can I forget that my one mistake of falling in love cost me everything dear to me?

My knuckles grew white as I gripped the balcony railing of my room. It was 8 PM, and I was in my night suit, waiting for Bhai's call for dinner. But I couldn't stop replaying every moment with him in my mind. Why do I feel so helpless around him? Why do I let him get close after all this time? Anger surged through me, and my throat ran dry as I tried to swallow the lump that hurt. My eyes filled with tears. Why do I always end up crying?

My family has spoiled me too much, making these tears flow so easily. But, Mahadev, you were a witness to everything that happened seven years ago, during these years, and even now. You saw me shedding tears every night before sleep. Not a single night passed without me crying myself to sleep, not a single day without missing him, without needing him.

He wasn't there, Mahadev. He didn't even try to find out about my whereabouts. He just let me go.

"Aru." I quickly wiped my tears, inhaling deeply as Bhai walked into my room with a server following him.

"Bhai," I said, trying to plaster a smile as real as I could manage.

"Did something happen?" He cupped my face, concern etched on his features. Why does he have to be such a detective?

"No, nothing happened." I tried to dodge the question, shaking my head and walking past him to the food trolley, lifting the covers to check the dinner.

"What's this, Bhai?" I scrunched my nose, giving him a disapproving look. He stood there with a poker face.

"Aru, I am your brother. I know when you fake your smiles and when you smile the brightest. What surprises me is that you feel the need to put up an act before me." I stood numb, listening to him as he took slow steps toward me, sighing.

"What is it?" he asked, cupping my cheek, and in that moment, all I wanted was to hug him and cry, clinging to his chest. To tell him everything my heart wanted to utter, to complain to him like I used to do back in childhood. To tell him that this world had hurt his baby sister, to ask him to hide me from everything and take me to our garden, where he always used to take me, where he would push me on the swing, washing away every hard feeling I stored in my heart.