When ACP entered the room of his second son, he found a person was lying haphazardly. He looked at his face carefully, tears have dried, probably he has slept while crying. Dark circles below eyes, and a ting of sadness. He felt bad, and his eye got stuck on a diary, which was not closed, probably while writing down his emotion, he slept. He took the diary, and read it, which contains
"I spit on your grave
when you're no more.
I hate you till the core of my heart, even in your tiniest remembrance I feel hell.
I feel sick even by remembering your face.
No, it is not just hated,
It is an extreme abhor.
You've left me in between the path of our dream,
you've left me all alone,
even though you promised you'll be with me.
Today you've made me feel void by leaving me.
I am not going to forgive you.
I just hate you."
A tear escaped from ACP's eye. He felt the pain his son is bearing and looked at the frame beside the bed. He went near the bed and picked the frame and caressed the frame having an image of the duo.
ACP - "Kyu Abhijeet, kyu iss tarah humko chor ke gaye?, pahele baar humne tumhate sath diye binaa koi sawal ke, saboot ko nazar andaz karke, aur uska iam tumne iss tarah diye? Dayako yuu tanha chor ke kaise chale gaye? Nahi Abhijeet , nahi ye tumne sahi nahi kiye ho. mai bhi sayad kabhi tumhe maaf nahi kar paunga, tumhe iss tarah chor ke jana nahi cahiye tha..."
he wiped his tear, and looked back at his second son, caressing the hair of his son, And left the room wiping his eyes again trying to stop the tears, don't know for what reason he is shading tear, looking at his second son who is in depressed, or for losing his first son.
Aalas, after a long time, I am back. Somehow excited to post this OS.
Srija, As promised, here is the duo story, I know it is not so perfect, but still read and give me your review I am waiting for it.
For the reader,
I may turn this OS to a story, if you'll want, so please let me know at the review section should I continue this as a story, or OS is ok.
Thanks.
Byt' skromnym.