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Chandra doesn’t want to take any step towards violence until he gets a secret call from his guard. 

He was so drained out emotionally, thought to close his eyes for a moment. But then his phone starts ringing just to inform him, Vivan is trying to observe the place, under the balcony of the Aradhya’s room. 

The immediate suspect hits on his mind. What the fuck does Vivan want? He would talk to his mom, before having to know the steps taken by Vivan. 

He informed the guard to follow him, he is coming too. But without going to that place, he takes the stairs and reaches another master bedroom, just beside the room where Araddhya is sleeping now. 

Swiping the card, he enters inside, and without turning on the lights he goes to the balcony. 

Something is there, in the darkness. It can hide the pain, the loneliness, and also some sins. 

He hides in the dark, resting his back on the wall, and looking down. Vivan is cautiously taking steps and looking at the path of the forest. Does he count the distance with his steps? Vivan takes out his phone but Chadra can’t see properly what he is doing. 

Vivan’s body language looks like he is frustrated, and can't do what he wanted to do here. Chadra wants to focus more on him as Vivan is looking everywhere like a thief as if security gets a trace of him. How the fuck he thought Chandra will keep this place insecure where he is keeping his life. 

That’s how people become dumb when they start to think the opponent is weak. Chandra laughs in mind at the thought of Vivan that Chadra just bought a few bodyguards with him. 

After checking out every side, he takes out his phone to type out what may be, but the very little brightness makes his eyes burn for sure in the darkness of the forest. Vivan quickly puts the phone in pocket and literally tries to run out of the place. 

Chadra collects his phone to call the same bodyguard with his private number, “My bird needs to go to the hospital tonight, must be its leg is broken.”

And a mischievous smile spread across his face. He will get one day's time to know what’s the problem of Vivan. He needs to go back urgently to talk to his mom too. But leaving her alone here, isn’t it too risky?

He looks inside, to the bookshelf. He knows, he can just slide the bookshelf and get to see his Mohtarma without even disturbing her. 

Ego. Yes, ego comes just between. First time he realised, bullets are better than those bitter words. 

His lazy steps drag him to the bookshelf. He is never the reader, he is okay with some fictional shits, visual imagination, but he is never into reading novels and all. But for her, her writing skills, the way she used to describe, he started to read some lines of her novels. He always tried to express his emotion after reading her words, but that was the most difficult job for him. He isn't good with words in these cases. 

But after  her rejection, when she published the book “The mistake I cherish”, he bought the book with a lot of expectation. He read the whole book madly all over the night to find out his name in a single line of the single page. 

But what did he get? Nothing.  

No. Not actually nothing, he got to know the name, which is the reason to hurt his jaan in this deeper level. He got to know who the bastard treated her this cheaply, but still she wrote good lines about him. 

He collects the book from the shelf, and flips a few pages to read the first starting page of the book….

A mistake. 

Four Years with beautiful memories. 

Yes, scars are there. 

But isn't the moon beautiful with those scars?

The span of four years of my life is a phase which I want to cherish and wipe them off from my brain together.

Is it possible? No! 

People used to say, we learn from our past incidents. What did I learn? How to love one person. How love can make you happy. How love can hurt bitterly. 

Love isn’t just an emotion or feelings, it’s a need. 

Just like oxygen, just like water, just like house, clothes, food, just like every essential thing, in our life we crave for love.

But with age our craving starts to change. I didn’t realise it until I felt it. Yes before I craved love, and still I do. 

But then I used to crave from the only person with whom I dreamed about marriage. And now I crave for the person whom I don’t even know, overlapping the void feeling inside me. 

Yes, I am smiling, laughing, everything is so smooth, no one can say I am depressed, I can't forget him. For the world, I am a single 26 yrs old girl, always busy with her job and writing. Parents are teasing how everything will go fine after my marriage, and how me and my unknown husband will go for our honeymoon. Our baby, for the rest of my life, is already designed in their imagination. 

But me? 

Did I make any step further from my past? 

Last two years are just a small layer between my past and present. 

In these two years, I have thought multiple times about him. And the reason for writing about him changes with time. 

Just after the breakup, if I wrote about him, he would be the villain of my story. Just one year ago, if I wrote, maybe the pages would be wet but I couldn't write any single words, because his warmth could still be felt on my skin. 

Then what happened now? 

Don’t know. 

I am not crying anymore after thinking about him. 

Yeah my fingers are shaking a little, but I can manage it. My mind gives flashbacks like a movie, but I can control them. 

And now he isn’t the villain, neither am I. We are just two real characters, two human beings, who wanted to love each other, but we both were immature, made a wrong decision, and ended up hurting each other. 

We can’t be the main character of everyone’s story, but we can’t even be the side character. We are just a small character of each other’s story, who will be hated by the future characters of our life. 

That’s our destiny. 

This will be the last time I am seeing the flashes of those beautiful four years.After that we have to go in different paths, in our path which is destined for us. New persons, new conversation, new crush, new feelings, new life partners. 

And us? A mistake. A past.We don’t want to remember but don’t want to burn them either, because they are beautiful. 

He growls in anger reading the line, ‘We don’t want to remember but don’t want to burn them either, because they are beautiful. ’. 

This line has already marked its identity in his brain. He closes the book with a thud and throws it to a corner of the room which obviously makes some scrunches on the pages which were tortured before too, because the owner of the book either throws it or makes the pages wet with his secret tears. 

Today’s word again hits him. He is never the special one in her life, He is the one who thought this innocent girl is loving him wholeheartedly. How could an innocent girl like her, manipulate him, make him fall in the trap of love? No, it’s not possible, she can’t manipulate him. 

She loves him, right! 

But she is the one who doesn’t want to see his face.

He closes his eyes to control his rage, he can’t chase her for reasons like this. He knew they needed time. 

But for now, he needs something to relieve his brain cells. With long steps he goes to the side table where some scented candles are there for some decoration. Then there must be some matches. 

With each passing second he feels like he will bust in anger, he will throw the book in front of her and will ask that how she got time to write this book when he was with her, how she could try to remember her past, note it down with beautiful words, and don’t mention about his name anywhere, how she can do that to him. 

She is the firefly in his life. 

Everyone can see the power, the money, but ignore the darkness of his life just like the darkness under the lamp. 

He has already faded up with this life, where everyone wants to use him, wants to stab him from behind, leading a life with lots of responsibilities, he also needs a place to feel the peace. 

But he never knew, where he thought, the journey of searching for peace is ending, there the real journey of craving peace is starting. 

Sacrifice. 

He needs to sacrifice the urge of seeing her, hugging her, feeling the warmth of her. 

He needs to sacrifice the joy of blooming love in his heart. She needs to know, he loves her, but how she treated him, she also has to sacrifice. He will confirm, the same suffocative feeling she feels, to just to make her crave for his love, the same way he is currently craving for. 

After just searching in the drawers like a small thunder passing in between the things, at last he finds out one gas lighter. He turns his head to look at the book, and for now only one thing can give him peace. The poisonous smell of book burning can be medicine for his body, his soul. 

He collects the book from the corner, and flips the pages until that particular page opens, and he roughly puts the fire above the line. 

It takes a few seconds to catch the fire. He observes how the fire is spreading over all the pages with the black mark on it. His hand drops the book on the floor, when the black mark of burning touches his fingers with the pages. 

Who started to love the fresh smell of papers for his love, now it is going to cure by the toxic smoke. He drops on his knees, and puts his head on the near glass table. 

“Love isn’t an emotion, Janab. Love is just a blindfold with which you can't see the flaws, can't feel the depth of the risks, and just selfishly want to keep the person with you."  

The words ring into his head, the orange flame is dancing with a calm aggression, it needs a little time to gulp the whole book and leave some black ashes of it. 

He closes his eyes, he needs to leave the mansion tomorrow morning, as soon as possible, either way he couldn't control himself to come in front of her. She literally smashed all his dreams to love and be loved. 

In one place, he had faith that he will never feel unloved, but he is feeling. Why does it feel like someone is choking his throat, the pain in the throat, the tightness in the chest is more painful than a bullet wound ? 

He needs a sleep to ease the pain. He focuses on the smoky smell of the book, and calms his breathing with a rhythm. 
And beside the room, she is feeling terrific. She used to love the darkness, the moonless sky because it used to be peaceful . But again she is scared. She is scared to die, after years Chadra gave her reasons to live. She is scared to lose her feelings for Chadra. Yes things are different, it's telling her to hate him but before today she caged the feelings for him into her to cherish for the rest of her life. For her, Chandra is the one who heals something which he never breaks. 
She hides her body behind the long curtain, resting her back on the glass door, which makes her little shiver but the coldness makes her breath normal with passing time.