December 4th 2016

"...And you're gone... Dad and I would never forget you, Prithvi... You live forever in our hearts..."

Vidyuth took a deep breath before letting out the last sentence. The crumbled piece of paper in his hands was weighing a tone. He glanced at the small silent crowd. Some of Prithvi's friends and some of his, all were dressed in black. The funeral wasn't huge but it was elegant.

Vidyuth's moist eyes searched for a piece of blue sky through the glass roof of the church. It reminds him of Prithvi. Too far to hold but close enough to feel...

Whispers and questioning stares led his attention towards the entrance of the hall.

There he stood. His elder brother. Dhruv Arthur Kashyap... The exiled one.

Dhruv walked past Vidyuth, cold dead eyes fixed on God knows what. His raven-coloured fur coat slightly bounced with a rhythm. It was the first week of December and the winter shows no mercy.

Vidyuth was worried about his father. But his firstborn's arrival was the least of Vedanth's concerns.
Vedanth, the father of three sat in the front row silent and sad. He lost a child, his world is already shattered.

Vidyuth had questions for Dhruv. But before that, he had a duty to complete. The last thing he could ever do for his younger brother.

"Rest in peace, my dear brother..." continued Vidyuth with a cracking voice.
"May the fireflies follow you where the butterflies couldn't..."

The guests bid their goodbye while Vidyuth thanked each for their presence and condolences. Then he walked his dad out.

"You decided to come home, finally... "
Vidyuth said, standing beside Dhruv. They were alone.

"This ain't my home" replied Dhruv. "But yes... Still, I came..."

Vidyuth lost it. He didn't mean to yell but didn't try to hold back.

"Prithvi is dead. Our little brother killed himself... and... it took you four fucking days to even show up... Why?"

Dhruv placed a white rose and a pack of chocolate in front of Prithvi's portrait that he was staring at all this time.

He silenced Vidyuth by pointing his finger towards Prithvi's smiling photo.

"Dead boy would never complain about that... "

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Author's note

Hello all,

This is the first book of my new series which will contain 3 books. I hope you would like it.

Thank you for your time...

Comment your thoughts, please don't be a silent reader...

'This is a work of fiction... I used the actors whom I felt would be suitable for the characters, you can imagine whoever you want '

Warnings

• character death
• sensitive topics, violence
• foul language
• two layered storytelling
• a very moody and lazy author
• slow updates

Happy Reading ♥️