Suramya

Prologue Part 4- Samukta.

The sound of a glass smashing echoes through the entire house.

Whoa. That was a big one.

The shouting and screaming gets even louder. They might even strangle each other today.

"HOW DARE YOU, KABEER?!" My mother shouts and I flinch as a reflex.

My parents and their lovely relationship. They communicate with each other everyday (through fights). They show their love to each other all the time (by breaking furniture).

The fight grows louder and I sigh as I turn on the record, from which loud melodies start to play.

The music drowns out their voices and I relax down in my chair.
My parents' love story is one of a kind. They fell in love in highschool, married each other at the ripe age of 22, had me at the age of 23, had my sister at the age of 29 and gradually, the concerned asks turned into violent accusations.

And now at the age of 40, they were uncontrollable.

Hence, it proves my theory, love is a myth. Or, it is a hoax which tricks you into thinking it'll last forever and it never does.

I look out of the window of my room and look at the sky. The amber and orange mixing perfectly as the dawn skies blanketed around the clouds.

The fight noises slow down, eventually disappearing.

Goddamn finally.

I turn the music off and get up from my chair. Because of January hanging around, the air was cold. Chilly, not windy. That's the thing about Delhi. The place is as dry as... I don't know a metaphor for that.

And just when I was about to exit my room, I heard a soft and slow "You've never been the same since Siya died." in my mother's voice.

Oh.

Siya.

My sister.

My hand on the cold doorknob turns stiff, as I lose control of my muscles and the hands slips off of the knob. The reminder kicks me in the gut and I am suddenly unable to breathe. Goddamn.
I run to the bathroom, stand in front of the basin, turn on the faucet, all in a frantic manner and splash some water on my face.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.

It takes me around a minute to calm myself down but that feeling of wanting to throw up remains deep down and I hate it.
My sister had died because of me.

And I know that her death was the reason for the downfall of my parent's relationship.

So, it's all on me.

Lovely, isn't it?

I've tried to make myself believe that it wasn't my fault, but it just makes me feel more guilty. I have not and never will forgive myself.

I shut my eyes tight and try to remember the sound of her laughter. It works like a goddamn medicine. Although, the sound has become quite low and weird as pieces of her voice get forgotten from my mind. I mean 5 years is a pretty long time for someone to remember something for that long.

So yeah. Her laugh has become rusty and unsure.

She would've been alive today if you hadn't- stop.

The breathing pattern turns irregular again and suddenly, I'm suffocating in this room.

I need some fresh air.

—⚡️—

Where in the hell is the fresh air?

The pollution hanging in the air isn't thick but it's still there. As a boy who's lived in Delhi his entire life, I should of course be familiar with the oxygen-lacking air. I'm not. Somehow I've always differentiated between what kind of air it is— dirty, or very dirty.

What can I say? I have a connection with the weather.

I always predict rain, always predict what kind of weather it is going to be.

Basically, I was a weather reporter.

The still air turns into wind, as the soft blows of the cold start whirling around. The slow whooshing sounds of the wind provide me all the comfort I need.

This is why I love walking out.

I still remember, 3rd of December, me and my sister were playing on this very ground. She fell on the road and scratched her knees against it and started crying loudly. It took 3 chocolates, 2 hugs, 5 kicks to the ground and a lot of explaining for her to calm down.

It was also the very day she... died.

Because of me.

I love walking out because it reminds me of all the times I spent with Siya. We were out of the house most of the time, as our parents made it impossible for us to breathe inside the house.

And after that day, it was catastrophic to stay there.

Suddenly, I hear a ruffle somewhere behind me, followed by some faint whispering. I quickly turn around and scan the area. No one's here. Must be my delusional.

I scan through one last time before turning back and continuing walking on the dry roads. My shoes crunch against the ground, creating a grating noise. The sounds are joined by two more sounds of two other people walking on the road.

What the hell.

I turn around swiftly, in fear and in impulse as someone tackles me to the ground in a fraction of second.

Whoa whoa whoa.

I fight and fight, tossing my arm in the air, hoping it would hit them, which it did. I shout and scream for them to let me go. I do not scream for help. I'm not going to beg someone for help when I can handle things myself.

"Do you even know who I am?!" I shout at the masked figures.

"Exactly why we're doing this." They say through gritted teeth as they manage to get a hold of my hands.

Shit shit shit.

"LET GO!" I scream at them.

They tie my hands together and wrap a cloth around my mouth, as to prevent me from speaking.

"Lef gaw!" My voice sounds muffled against the cloth.

The next moment, I'm being thrown into a van and the next then that, I'm being driven away.

What. Just. Happened.

You just got picked off of a road.

Yeah I figured that much. It's pretty normal out here in the state, happens every once in two days. Welcome to Delhi.

Why are you calm.

I don't know.

It's like I know it's going to be fine. It's like, there's a voice in my head telling me not to worry. Telling me that it's for a reason.
WHAT'S FOR A REASON?!

Me getting kidnapped?!

Son of a-

A/N:
I have very mixed feelings about this one.😀

Alright see. The prologues are now not really that important it's just to show how their life was before and how it's going to lead up to the story.

And yeah Kavi's prologue will take a bit of time it's exam season and I have my priorities ofc. Also, Inara's prologue is done and written but it's gonna be released at last. And there's a reason for that.

So stop asking 'when is it going to be released' 'when is the update' because frankly, I DONT KNOW😭😭