Midnight Whispers (short stories collection) - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

7 years later
Urvi's Pov
"Oh god this scorching sun." I said pushing my sunglasses higher. I was so damn irritated now.... A little giggle from my side had me faking a glare through my sunglasses.
Sitting on the lap of my handsome husband, my little --3 y/o-- daughter giggled along with him. I narrowed my eyes even more!! They were enjoying their trip, while I was driving in this scorching sun.
I told Lily to do her wedding is Mussorrie or something!, but she was eager for her one of the two weddings in delhi, the other one was in pune itself.
My friends can be funny at time, they literally eloped from their wedding, just for fun.
Sighhhhh!!!!
We reached the resort. Their were distant noises of tabla, dhol and all the classical music. We got down from the car and I politely handed the keys to the man standing to park the cars. We were about to go in when Lily blasted from somewhere.
"SURPRISE" Lily shouted, her hands covered with beautiful Henna. She looked so damn beautiful. Even more than I was on my wedding. She was literally glowing. She hugged me without using her hands and did the same with my dear hubby. She rubbed her cheek on Diya's --my daughter-- cheek and kissed her. Diya left out a giggle.
"SURPRISEEE" shouted the other friends who had come to enjoy the wedding. I laughed at them. In seven years, I had lost and made connections with all of them. The only constant in my life was Lily. We got more in, as my husband took my hand in his and other holding our daughter, and with the grand welcome, we were called in. I looked at my hubby, to see, whether he was comfortable or not.
After a few second of observing, when I did not saw a single line of discomfort on his face, I finally decided to look at my other friends. We caught up, to what we have been through for years. I stood up to change and wash up, and turned around, with a small smile Playing on my lips.
However, my smile vanished, when I saw a familiar pair of blue eyes, I haven't seen in almost a decade.
Advait...
"How have you been?" I asked with a polite smile. I can give that at least. Come on! it has been a decade, and I won't lie, seeing him bring forth the bad memories, I had, but I won't also forget that it was because of those bad memories, I was able to meet my beautiful husband.
I am petty.
"I am fine. How are you?" He asked with a warm smile. Well, That was new. But new was good!.
"I am fine too. Where have you been these years, I did not heard a word from our friends about you!"
"Have been out of the country for a while now! They however, delabirately, did not talk about me." I laughed at it, as we continued to stare in the lawn. Diya smiled to me, and so did the miracle of my life. I winked at him. He winked back. I stiffled a laugh. And then coughed. It was rude of me to do such intimate things, while I am talking to someone. I will see him in the us time, we will have
"So, Married huh?!" Advait, asked with a pained smile. I don't understand why!! because I had moved on, long long ago. And Advait was in a relationship with a girl named Swati. So why was he acting out of box.
"Yeah" I looked ahead at my cute little family -- although incomplete, because his parents were not with us right now.-- and smiled. I love him so much. Not ashamed to say, but a little more than I have ever loved anyone in my life, including his parents and my little cherry pie. The light of my life, my Diya.
Virat
The only constant of my life. Through the six years and six months we have been seeing each other --watching-- he was the one who was always there with me, loving me, always being with me, and never hating me even when I told him about myself.
"You love him?" his question sounded more like a statement. I looked at him, and he was already looking -- observing-- me.
"More than he loves me" I said and looked at virat again, who ws rubbing his nose on Diya's nose as she giggled. I might love him more than I love Diya, but he definitely loves her more than he loves me.
Nothing new in it though!
"And you trust him?" he asked yet again. I smiled.
"More than I trust myself." I answered.
After Adavit, I had been shattered. Even though I never loved him, I had trusted him, and he broke it in the most painful way. I was not able to trust anyone after that, and was feeling very inferior.
But Virat made me trust him. Against all odds, I trusted him, and he became so much more than a person I love. He became someone I can die for.
I never knew I can love someone this deep, before him.
"I am sorry, Urvi." Advait said. I looked at him, and smiled. I had no hard feelings for him anymore. Honestly, I had hated him for so long, and yet I had no hard feelings for him right now. It all happened because of my husband.
"Its been so long Advait. Get over your guilt. It happens. Many things happens and trust me I forgave you long before."
"If I had not betrayed you, she could've been mine." He pointed at Diya, with tears swirling in his eyes. My body turned stiff. How does he always ruin the moment?
"Don't ever say that Advait. She belongs to us, me and my husband, Virat, she belongs to no one but us and would've belonged to us in any circumstances. Might be, if you had not betrayed me, I had realised later that I never loved you, but we were bound to be broken up Advait, we were never meant to be. The man who belongs to me and whom I belongs to is my Virat only and I will love him and only him, whatever were the circumstances." I cleared.
"I am sorry, I did not meant to offend you, I was just...." He pressed closed his eyes, as tears flew out of them. "I was just overwhelmed." I felt pity for him.
"It's okay." I softened my voice.
"Okay then, will meet you during other functions." I waved at him. Went to my husband, as he wrapped a hand around my waist.
Virat kissed my cheek.
"How did it go?!" He asked, curiously. I pulled his cheek. "It went all good, all because of you my sweetie." He curled his long beautiful fingers around my hand on his cheek, and bit my finger. I squealed and slapped him lightly. He kissed my cheek again. I kissed DIya on her cheek, but in return she kissed her dad, where I kissed him.
Possessive girl.
"Hey you!" I glared at my cute daughter. "He is mine before you." I declared playfully. She wrapped hands around her father and kissed him non stop. I gasped playfully.
"Mine, dada." She blabbered. Virat wrapped his hand around her head, pulling Diya's face to his neck. He kissed her head.
"Yes yours, my jaana." He said. Saying it to her and to me at the same time.
We laughed all together before I left from there towards the bride. Lily, and the jerk of a man, Mallik, who was sucessful in snatching my bestie from me.
Advait's Pov
Life had never been fair to me. First I lost the father figure in my life, my uncle, then I lost my own father, not that I cared about him at all. Then, mom got bed ridden, but she is alright now. And now, I lost the very last chance I thought I had.
She was married.
She was happy
She was everything she was not with me.
I was rich, yes, but happy (?) never. In my life, for a very short period of time, I was happy, it was when I had my Jaana in my hands. I was happy when she was there, with me. But I lost her. But this time, it was not because of unfairness of life towards me, but because of my own foolish mistakes.
I saw her enjoying her time with her family, as I looked at them from the border line. I loved her, regardless of she loved me or not. And honestly, she had been very vocal about her feelings for me. She told me in the start of our relationship, that she likes me a lot but don't love me. I had agreed.
But now! it hurts.
"Jaana" Virat, her husband, I thought bitterly, shouted. Waving at her to come to him. She hurried towards him. They got lost in each other. It hurts.
I felt a tug on my pants, as I looked down, numbly.
It was her.
Exact replica of her mother.
I bent down to her level. Touched her cheek. She was so beautiful.
"Uncle, you cry" She said, wiping my tear, I did not knew leaked through my eyes. I shook my head.
"I did not sweetheart." I said, smiling at her. She hugged me, suddenly. It was all it took me to broke down, as I cried pathetically in the arms of the doll, my love created with other man.
It hurts.
"Mum says, hug hug, all good." She said, and I cried even more. Good thing every one was busy in their own things.
"Mumma is always right sweetheart, always." I said, breaking the hug even though I did not want to. "Always listen to her, and never fight with her. She knows what she is saying, she knows what actions can cause." I told her, she nodded her head, even though I know she did not understand, but still said yes.
"Thankyou doll, you are beautiful just like your mother." I said. She smiled cheekily.
She could've been mine, she could've.............
"No more cry uncle. Okay!" she said. I nodded. She kissed my cheek. I felt like crying again.
"Diya, baby, don't disturb him." Virat, came from behind, followed by Jaan-- Urvi. I lost the right to call her Jaana. Virat introduced himself, and we shook hands. I felt awkward, but I still stood there, for her.
I am still as pathetic as ever.
"I will be leaving now Urvi." I said. Her brows furrowed.
"But there is still time for the wedding." She said.
"I know, but I have flight at 7, its already five now." I said. SHe nodded slowly.
"Have safe trip Advait, and don't forget to say hello to Aunty"I gave her a smile, as Virat picked his daughter up, and wrapped an arm around Urvi's shoulder.
"Find your own happiness Advait, A single regretful mistake does not mean to end your life. It means never repeat it again." Urvi said as she leaned in to her husband's hold.
I smiled at her. It was so so sad. I nodded my head. She waved her hand at me, Virat smiled at me, and Diya gave me a flying kiss. I winked at her and waved at Urvi and Virat. they were perfect, made for each other.
I gave one last look to the picture perfect family of theirs, before turning around and going back to where I came from. This day, looked like an eye opener to me. As I finally decided to leave everything behind, and finally, saw a future for myself.
Might be I will also love someone like Virat loves Urvi.
Maybe Swati.
I thought, as I marched towards my car, not looking back.
"Should we leave?!"The girl -- Swati-- in the driver seat asked.
In seven years, this was the most genuine smile I gave her.
"Yes." I nodded as I left my past, my regret and my forgiveness tucked in the back of my head.
I held Swati's hand and went toward our destination.