PROLOGUE ~ BITTERNESS….
RADHIKA (POV)
“Go away…” I yell in affliction and laceration. Who says life is beautiful! It’s full of tenderness and spasm. “Open the door, please” Mom begs , her voice crick and cramp. I lean against the door , as the memories flashes upon my inward eye. “Open the blo*dy door” it’s Arhaan’s voice. His voice irritates me now. I can’t bear him.
I can’t believe him , despite of him being my brother he can’t tell me where he went. “Get the hell out of here , you cheat” I yell onto my brother as he grumbles twisting the knob again and again. “Radhika…” a saccharine and soothing sound hits my ears as I breathe back. “Please open the door. It’s me” Sam says I cry hard. I twist the knob , facing the pale faces standing in front of me.
“Sam..” I cry out as she pulls me for a hug. “Shhh. Everything would be okay” she tries to assure me but I let out a faint laugh. “Nothing would be okay” I try to tell her but she cries. My gaze locks with my brother’s as I grunt like a bull. “Where’s he?” I ask him , holding his collar as he lowers his gaze. “blo*dy idiot! Tell me , where he is?” I shout again as he steps back.
I know he won’t tell me where he is. “He’s not replying to me , Sam. Look , my own brother doesn’t want me to know about him” I tell her , wiping the tears away from my face. “Get out of my room” I yell at Arhaan who rushes out in horror. Sam puts me to bed, caressing my hair.
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TWO YEARS LATER….
I watch the sun as it rises up, spreading it’s beautiful rays across the whole globe. It’s a beautiful view out there. I observe the colors of the alluring and beauteous scene in front me. Every single second consists of different colors that , presumably, suits my mood swings. People think I’m too harsh and grumpy. Yes , I’m. Because I don’t give a damn on what they think. Because hey , it’s my face and my mood. You shouldn’t have any problem. Am I right?
Oh Sorry! Of course , an inception right. Where are my manners? Kidding though. My late dad named me Radhika. So after all I’m attached to him So , hi I’m Radhika Mishra. A 24 years old adult , who’s not at all interested in what people think about her. I have lived in Canada for 22 since after that incident we shifted to LA. Living in a big mansion is quite boring because you usually will get tired right?
Yes , Samaira Khanna , is my cousin. My mom and her father are siblings. She lost her mom two years ago and I lost my dad when I was 5 years old ,Pretty sad. We all live together , me , mom , Khanna uncle , Aditi who’s Sam’s sister and Arhaan my brother. I don’t have the same relation with him due to what happened in the past. Oh yeah! You must be thinking why Sam doesn’t live with us.
She’s a cracked up girl , she does what she wants. She lives in LA but not with us. My phone buzzes crushing the thoughts I had been thinking. It’s the alarm. Well , I got up pretty early today. Good job , Radhika. I motion towards the dressing room changing into denims paired up with a plain white top. I quickly wear my flats motioning towards the breakfast table.
“Morning everyone” I greet them taking a seat beside Aditi. The cook places my breakfast plate on the table as I smile at her. In between midway of our breakfast our attention is drawn towards the current show on the TV. “Good morning Australia!” The Show host named lavender greets the audience as I look on focused. She keeps on blabbering at last she says something that snaps my head towards the TV.
“Are you ready for the one , for the one that some of you had been waiting since hours?” she asks in a jocund tone as I roll my eyes. Again there will be some celebrity or singer out there. “Welcome him with a huge round for applause” Lavender says as my heartbeat increase. It seems as if it’s gonna come out any passing second.
“Shut the TV off” Aditi orders the cook but I prevent her from doing so. “Don’t” I tell her as she steps back horrified. Everyone looks at me with sympathy and and mutual fondness as I grunt. “Welcome today’s leading singer , the inspiration of many people out there, Arjun Mehra” lavender yells on the show as the crowd cheers in happiness.
Some of them are crying with happiness and glee as others shout his name. There are teenagers as well as adults crying for him. Some of them have weird boards out with them. One says ‘MARRY ME ARJUN’ Gosh! She’s , probably around 14 or 15. One had the board of ‘Rock me’. For God sake! Those girls out there are crazy. Thank God! I’m in LA.
Lavender talks to him asking about his whole life and career as I feel the tears building inside me. When the people knows the real side of him then he’ll get the real respect. “You have gained so much popularity in such a short time and the fans are eager to know that woah! Look at the young man but still he’s single” lavender sighs in the end as my heart literally aches.
He gives his signature smile to the whole audience before beginning to say something. “Well there’s someone out there” he says as those words hits me hard across my heart. I shut my eyes , burying the tears and the pain. I open my eyes as I tell the cook to turn off the TV. I find Arhaan smiling , yeah he should be happy. Impossible world .
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HELLO EVERYONE. I’M MISHA.
So , this was the prologue of my story. I’m nervous that will anyone like it or not. Let’s see , fingers crossed.
If you want to know about Sam’s story then you should check it out.
“Roommates (nesam)”
These two stories are related a bit. Like they have some connections. Which you’ll know in the upcoming updates of both the stories.
So should I continue or not?
Let’s see what you all comment.
Till then take care ??