Ekaansh

It was evening when the knock on the door shattered the uneasy silence I'd been brooding in. I barely had time to steady myself before I saw Ishaani standing there, her expression a mix of determination and concern. My heart raced, and I forced a smile that I knew was more for show than genuine warmth.

"Ishaani? What are you doing here?" I asked though the irritation in my voice was hard to mask. My attempt at normalcy probably only highlighted my agitation.

Without waiting for an answer, she stepped inside, brushing past me with a firm resolve. The door closed behind her with a sound that seemed to echo the finality of the moment.

As she took in the space, I watched her eyes dart around, landing on the disarray scattered across the room. The room was usually a sanctuary of order and calm, but tonight it reflected the tumult within me. An overturned chair, a lamp lying on its side, and fragments of what used to be a cherished memento lay strewn across the floor.

"Ekaansh, we need to talk," her voice cut through the charged atmosphere. She settled on the edge of the couch, her posture rigid, arms crossed.

It was clear she wasn't going to let this go. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel the weight of her concern pressing down on me.

I shifted uneasily, feeling the weight of Ishaani's gaze. The room, usually a haven of calm, now felt like a stage for my struggle. I took a seat in a chair opposite the couch, trying to regain some semblance of control over my emotions.

"What's there to talk about, Ishaani?" I asked, my voice betraying more than I intended. "You see the mess—this is just what happens when everything piles up."

Her eyes softened, but her tone remained firm. "This isn't just about the mess. It's about you. I've been watching you spiral for days now, and I can't stand by and do nothing anymore."

I looked away, staring at the broken pieces on the floor. "It's not that simple. A lot is going on, and sometimes I just lose it. It feels like everything is out of control."

Ishaani leaned forward, her voice gentle but insistent. "I understand that you're overwhelmed, but pushing people away and lashing out isn't helping. You don't have to handle everything alone."

"I am not doing this alone & I can do this by myself," I said, uninterested as I rose beelined to the kitchen.

"Like you did, yesterday night with Suhasini & today morning with Hari," she asks.

I winced at her comment but chose to ignore it.

"Are you ignoring me?" she asks me and pushes my shoulder.

I sigh and turn around. " So what if I got angry, Hari tried to kill me too. & Suhasini needed a lesson. She should know that she can't be tardy in the future." I say lazily.

"Hari got angry because you mentioned his mother and Suhasini is doing a great job. You can't get angry at her because she is late one day."

"Isha, you know, why did I do that? Immaturity & Tardiness isn't something I can afford."

"Yes, you can, why don't you understand? First Suhasini and now the Twins." Ishaani said, frustrated. "You are just frustrated that today was the day of your-"

I cut her off, "Don't," I said panting heavily. "Don't dare say it," I said, swallowing hard.

"I understand your emotions but you should take a while off." She said, almost on the verge of tears.

"Isha leave," I commanded. "Now," I shouted at her.

"Okay fine. But if you continue this, you lose something important to you," She said before leaving.

My hand, trembling with frustration, collided violently with the glass. The window shattered into a thousand sparkling fragments. My heart raced, each beat a testament to my turmoil, as I stumbled backward, the weight of my emotions dragging him down. I fell against the wall. The room seemed to shrink around me, the walls closing in as if trying to squeeze out all the noise, all the anger, all the pain that had been building up. And then, just like that, it was over. The shouting, the arguing—it all stopped, and I was left alone with my thoughts.

It's been years since my parents died, and the weight of their absence feels as fresh today as it did on that first unbearable day. I keep thinking I'm doing better, that I'm moving on, but days like this make me realize just how far from okay I am. Today is her birthday, my Mom's. I've been trying so hard to keep it together.

But here I am, alone in this small, empty room, feeling like I've messed everything up again. I collapse onto the floor, my back against the door I just slammed shut, and let the tears fall freely. It's like every bit of grief I've been holding back has finally found its way out, and it's overwhelming. My throat is raw from crying, and my vision is blurred by the constant stream of tears. The ache in my chest is so intense I can hardly breathe.

In the dark silence of my room, I feel a profound sense of isolation, my mind unraveling like an old, frayed thread. My brother's, Varsh's betrayal feels like a physical burden, a heavy shroud that presses down on me, making it hard to breathe. My heart aches not just from the fear of his works but from the gut-wrenching realization that the person who was once my closest ally wants me dead.

We were supposed to mourn them together when they died. Now the reason they are dead is because of him. I doubt he sheds a single tear for them.

I stare blankly at the walls, lost in a haze of shattered dreams and broken trust. Memories of shared laughter and whispered secrets play on an endless loop in my mind, each one a painful reminder of what we used to have. I long for those days, for the comfort of having someone who understood me without question, someone who was supposed to be my partner in life, not my enemy.

The pain is overwhelming, a relentless tide that pulls me under. I imagine a different reality, one where my twin is by my side, not wishing me dead. I'm dragged back to the harsh reality of betrayal.

As I sink further into despair, I battle with my own mind, trying to hold onto any shred of hope. The breakdown is all-consuming, leaving me exhausted and hollow. I wish I could turn back the clock, make different choices, and repair the rift between us. But for now, all I can do is grapple with the crushing weight of his treason and my parent's death and the heartaches of a lost connections that always meant everything to me.

I let the tears flow freely, my body shaking with each ragged sob. The silence around me feels suffocating, amplifying the ache in my chest. I clutch my knees to my chest, trying to make myself as small as possible, hoping that somehow this might shield me from the overwhelming pain.

I wish mom was alive. The thoughts of her absence from life, felt like a dagger to my heart. The absence of her comforting presence feels like an additional wound, raw and exposed. I find myself wishing desperately that she were here, her soothing words and warm embrace the balm my soul so desperately needs right now.Without her, I feel adrift, lost in a sea of betrayal and sorrow.

I wonder who was to take care of me, like my mother who died a decade ago.

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Akka - Older Sister

Annaya/Anna - Older Brother

Celli - Little Sister

Tammudu - Little Brother

Atta - Aunt

Amma - Mom

Nana - Father

(These are all Telugu)

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