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Arushi's POV

It has been 2 days since dada ji's (Grandfather) funeral. The whole house has a gloomy atmosphere since the news of his death was known. Dad has been inconsolable. But what is worrying me more is Vikrant's silence. He has been consoling dad and taking care of him But he is acting as though he isn't affected which is so contradictory because everyone knows how close Vikrant was to his grandfather.

Everytime I am trying to talk to him he somehow shuns me off. He is ignoring everyone including mom. His behaviour is scaring me now. I am scared if he again acts impulsive and does something wrong. Neither can I afford to see him like this nor to loose him again that too at a point when he was trying to change himself and give us a chance.

Right now we are driving back to our apartment after the prayer meet that was held at home. I am trying to talk to him but all the time he is just changing the topic to something else.

'Just don't make things more difficult Vikrant please.'

It's really very hard for me to forget everything and forgive him atleast not when I haven't got answers to all my questions but it is more important to be by his side now. I am needed to keep all my anger and thoughts away for the time being and that is what I am trying to do. But his behaviour is not helping me in any manner. Why does he have to be so reserved why can't he just speak his emotions out. I want this relation to work I dont want to loose him.

As soon as we reached the apartment he did not even wait for me to get out of the car. He just went in and locked himself in the room. Why is he running away so much as though I am some communicable disease. Sighing in disbelief I sat on the sofa in a dilemma of whether to give him some time or to talk to him now.

It's almost half an hour and he hasn't yet opened the door. I don't have more patience now.

"Vikrant open the door we need to talk." I said as I reached near the door and knocked it but as expected there was no response.
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"Vikrant just open it already don't test my patience now please." still no reply.
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"Vikrant open it now else you will never see my face again." I finally said what I never wanted to say because I have lost my patience now. Since 10 minutes I am banging like an idiot and he doesn't even care to respond. Aarrrggghhhhhh.

Finally.... God blessed him with some brains so that he got some pity on me to open the door.

"You can also leave like many others have already left...I am bound to be alone and that's completely ok with me." he said in complete rage as he opened the door. His eyes and nose were all red. It is clearly evident that he had been crying and now he is trying to hold it up.

"I just wanted you to open the door... I did not mean to leave." I said trying to be calm.

"No it's ok you also leave. Wait I will pack your stuff."

Has he gone mad? Why is he hyper reacting because of one line. I understand he is in an emotional turmoil but that doesn't mean he is going to speak nonsense now.

"Vikrant just stop it now. Stop over reacting. And first stop pulling out my things." I said trying to stop him from making my wardrobe a mess. He was pulling out and throwing all my cloths into a bag.

"Vikrant enough." I screamed with the loudest voice I could that's when he finally stopped the madness that he had been doing for a few minutes now.

I made him sit at one edge of the bed and brought him a glass of water. His eyes had tiny tears that would trickle down any minute. His pain and emotions were clearly written on his face that he had been hiding since the past days.

"3 days ago you asked me to vent out my feelings it will make me feel better then why are you shunning your feelings and emotions from everyone. Things happen Vikrant nothing is constant in this world." I said kneeling down infront of him. He was still silent just that his tears had started flowing down.

" It's all because of me. Hadn't I left that day Dadu wouldn't have stressed himself and spoiled his health. He died because of me Arushi He left us just because of my mistake." I really couldn't believe he was blaming himself for everything now.

"Vikrant it's nothing as such. Age is also a factor nobody is going to stay forever. God just makes some absurd reasons to take our loved one away from us. Stop blaming yourself." I said wiping his tears that were continuously flowing down from his eyes.

"No you are wrong.... It is always my fault... First my mother then my brother then a few months ago you were in that terrible state because of me and now my grandfather.... I am the root cause of all the miseries.... That is why I want to stay alone... I'll hurt you and make you suffer again so its better you go.... Just leave me and go.... I don't want to hurt anyone... Please leave me." he was sobbing terribly his hands were trembling his lips also quivered while he spoke.

" Stop blaming yourself Vikrant I know many terrible things might have happened but you can't blame yourself for everything. No one can be blamed for anything that happens. It's destined to happen." I said cupping his face between my palms. But he doesn't seem to be in his senses he is still repeatedly blaming himself.

"No its my fault... Nani and Nana(maternal grandparents) were correct I am the bad omen I should have died... I dont deserve this life... I should kill myself... I should not live."

"Just shut up Vikrant." I screamed and involuntarily I slapped him as well. I did not want to but he was getting on my nerves.

"Weren't the past 10months enough that you want to make me suffer more now? Why do you have to be so insensible Vikrant please stop blaming yourself please I beg you. It's not your fault stop talking nonsense please." I had also started crying by now. I cannot understand why he has to keep blaming himself. He was no where related to Dada ji's death. Yes its true that his grandfather was stressed and depressed after he left but that doesn't make Vikrant the soul reason for his death. Why doesn't he understand the simple thing that not every bad thing happens because of him.

After clearing my blurred vision when I looked up at him he sat there like a lost man staring at nothing in particular with a few tears at the brim of his eyes. I understood talking to him now was really of no good. Its better if he slept now maybe then his mind will relax.

I made him lay down properly on the bed and tugged him in the blanket. He was just acting like a puppet who did whatever I wanted to make him do. I sat beside him running my hand through his hair to make him fall into slumber.

His outburst was making me more worried now. I really can't make out what has made him believe so strongly that he had a bad impact on everyone. Were his grandparents so cruel that they hated their own grandson for no particular reason? Has their words affected him so much? But behind all of this one thing that he said has stuck in my mind. 'My mother and My brother'. His mother was right here with us and who is this brother I have never known of? Nobody has ever talked about his brother I did not even know he had a brother. If he had one then where is he now? Why isn't he here all this while? So many questions were building up in my mind now but there answers can only be given by Vikrant.

After a while I saw him asleep but as I was about to get up from the bed he held my hand firmly.

"Please dont leave me...please dont...please." he kept mumbling in his sleep.

I never wanted to leave you Vikrant nor do I want to leave you now. I just need some answers and maybe a little assurance that you won't leave me again. I will spend my entire life with you I just hope things get better now. I don't have more patience and strength to bear all this anymore.

I tried removing my hand from his grip but as I was trying his grip was getting more stronger. Not wanting to wake him up I just let it be and lay down to sleep beside him.
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As I rubbed my eyes open due to the sunrays falling on my face I felt my back was touching something hard and something heavy was placed across my waist. Vikrant's hand was on my waist and he was snuggling into me with not more than a centimeter gap between us. I have always wanted to wake up to such mornings in his arms but some things have their own time to come.

I was trying to move a little but his hold became more tight. Maybe he feared that I will vanish... his actions are just the opposite of what he said last night.

With great difficulty I turned around to face him. Even in such a deep slumber he had those wrinkles on his forehead something was troubling him more than what I can think of. I wish I could wipe those wrinkles of worry out of his life.

Not wanting to wake him up from sleep I snuggled more into him and went back to sleep. It feels like heaven in his arms like I have found my solace.
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The next time my eyes opened the clock showed 11. Since it was a Sunday it did not matter. Vikrant was still asleep he looks like a cute little five year old with those slightly parted lips and calm face. I was now feeling guilty for slapping him but I had no other option to shut his mouth. Him speaking of death was giving me jolts of current down my body. I just hope he wakes up to a better mood today.

I somehow managed to get out of the bed and went in to freshen up. When I came out after having a long shower and dressing up in my comfy cloths I found Vikrant was awake.

"Good morning."

"Morning" he greeted me back with a small smile.

After asking him to freshen up and come out I went to cook something for breakfast.... rather brunch. All the while only the thought of apologising to him for the slap was running in my mind.

I served him and myself the piping hot upma that I had just prepared. Digging into my plate I was trying to mentally prepare myself to apologize and talk to him.

"I am sorry." I fumbled with my words as I said them out loud.

"For?" he questioned in a tone of surprise as though he wasn't aware of the reason behind my apology.

"For screaming at you and slapping you last night."

"Hmm..." now what does this hmm mean? Has he accepted my apology or not?

"Will you answer me something very honestly?" he questioned me looking straight into my eyes and I just nodded at him.

"Do you blame me for putting you in that terrible state for 6months?" the question came out of the blue but I guess his state of mind forced him to ask it out.

"Honestly No." because I did not actually blame him.

"And what makes you think I am not responsible for it?"

"Vikrant some things are bound to happen. I know for a fact that you might have tried your best to keep everyone safe but something's are just not in our hands. I am not upset with the fact that you spoke those hurtful words or did something that hurt me a little But the fact that you left me for an absurd fear is something that is not letting me stay at peace. You don't have to blame yourself for whatever has happened because somewhere even you are a victim of the situation that Natasha had put you in. Your only mistake is that you did not share anything with anyone and decided to vanish. Infact I should be thanking you because if you had not come home in time maybe I would have died...."

"Don't.... please don't continue." he said in a shaky voice. His fear of loosing me was clearly written in his voice and on his face as well .

"I need to tell you something. Come with me." he held my hand and took me towards our room.

After making me sit on the bed he went towards his wardrobe to bring something. He came back with a small photo album in his hand and sat beside me. Turning a few photos in the album he stopped at a photo that had Dad and a pregnant lady in it.

"She is my biological mother."

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And what do you think is up with this brother and mother side of the story.

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