Parth's POV
My memories of her are still vivid. I can still remember when she told me that she was pregnant. Her eyes were glistening with tears as if that was the happiest moment in her life. I was beyond happy. That was my dream, to have a child with the person I love.
I truly loved her and considered her my life. And that life of mine was going to give me the greatest happiness in the world, by giving birth to our child. I was extremely content that I wanted to marry her but she refused. She doesn't want people to assume that we only got married because of her condition. I believed her. I honestly admire her more for fighting for what she believed was right. I thought that she was a strong-willed woman.
She called me one day, that was before noon, asking me to come over to her house as she was experiencing frequent contractions. But it's not yet her due date. I rushed to her and brought her to the hospital. I was informed that she might give birth anytime. I was nervous. I did not expect that she will give birth sooner than we expected. And after several hours of anxiously waiting, she gave birth prematurely to our baby girl. There were no complications whatsoever. She just needs to stay in NICU for observation. I can't take my eyes off my child. She was so tiny back then. I fell in love with her the moment I lay my eyes on my beautiful baby girl.
I can still remember falling asleep at her bedside while waiting for her to wake up. Maybe because I was emotionally tired, I did not notice that I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, her bed was empty. The IV line connected to her was there on the bed. I tried to look in the comfort room but all I saw there was the scrub suit she was wearing when I fell asleep beside her. I went out to the nurses' station to ask if they noticed someone coming out of our room. They said just a woman wearing a hooded jacket. I ran immediately to NICU, my baby was there sleeping soundly.
I went back to our room and grabbed my phone. I noticed a piece of paper on the side table. I opened it.
Parth, I already left. Please don't look for me.
That was it. She doesn't even mention anything about our child. It's as if she gave birth to our child just to leave the baby with me.
I don't know what happened in between. From the day that she left until that time when Ranbir tried to wake me up and call someone on the phone. Everything went dark. When I woke up, I was confined in a hospital bed. I remembered cutting my wrist after taking a bottle of medicine that I can't even remember what kind. I just grabbed it and took it. I don't know what happened next.
My father sent me to a therapist. Somehow, it worked to lessen my depression but those painful pasts just changed me completely. I live in fear, disgust, and in anger. I always think that everyone was born to deceive me. I've been in a relationship before but this one just kills everything inside me. My will, my interests, and my old self. I lost my trust and my faith. I bury myself to work. All I want is to work. But just as when our company was unstoppable, my father died. I started questioning myself if I was born to suffer.
I saw Mahima a few weeks ago. I actually saw her many times in the building a few blocks away from my tower. As I decided to talk to her, she moved away with a child in her hand that I believe was hers.
I asked Ranbir to spy on her. I want to know where she lives, how she is, and most importantly, why she left.
Ranbir got some information about her residential address as well as the company she was working for. I know Ranbir was very pissed I made him a spy. He keeps on whining about it.
"Since when did I become a spy?" Ranbir asked me. But he just can't say no to me. He is my best friend and my confidante. He supports me in whatever I want in my life. And I can't deny the fact that he saved me from dying and from completely crashing down.
I stayed alive by being cold, angry, and inconsiderate. Ranbir advised me that I'm being too harsh to everyone. But I guess that's my defense for all the hurts I experienced before. And I wonder why until now, I refused to move on.
Moon is everything to me. I admit at first, I don't want to see her as she reminded me of her mother. But as time goes by, I started to love her. She gave me hope and strength to get by every day. I finally found a reason to work and live.
Ranbir's POV
I reached for my pocket for gum. I think gum started to be my best friend. Just some 3 days ago, I was parked near a building waiting for Mahima to come out. That's Parth's instruction. Just to spy. He said he wanted to know everything about Mahima. Most especially, who is she married to right now...
Today, I was staring at a house for more than two hours now. This is where I saw Mahima go after work. Maybe that's her address. But then, my phone rang. It's Parth.
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Parth's POV
I was going somewhere in connection with work in the night when I found an ancient temple on the way. My father used to go there often and used to take me too, that's why I come here sometimes. Coming here gives me peace and temporary relief from my sorrows!
I sent the driver to park my car and I myself went inside to pray to the Mother Goddess. According to the people of the new world, I should have died by now, should have evaporated because I am such a rude, ridiculous, and cold man.
I asked these questions to the goddess, that why, why she kept me alive till today with a mourning life. If she wants, she can kill me today herself, but how am I still alive today even after being so rude? I want to depart from my sufferings.
While going out of the temple suddenly it rained, I tried going back towards my car when suddenly I saw him. He was waiting there for his bus in the rain. We were both far away, so maybe he could not see me.
But I could see him, he didn't even have an umbrella in that heavy rain, he was getting drenched but still, he was happy. His beautiful smile was making me wonder, how is he so joyful?
He started dancing in the rain, it was an empty road where only I could see him. My heart started pounding, he looked so beautiful.
When my father met Mahima, he gave me only one opinion, he always used to call me God's gift. He wanted me to marry the one who is also blessed by God.And today I saw that beautiful blessing, he was dancing happily in the chilling rain where even the winds were singing along with him.Seeing his smile and aesthetic charm made me smile after ages, he was enchanting.
Seeing his happiness, I felt like calling his name, "Roop!" my heart reached pleasure just by chanting his name, that peace was immense, he looked like divine dancing in that rain.
Why is he so nervous in the office? A beautiful boy like him should always be smiling! I didn't even know when I got pulled toward him by his attraction and walked toward him.I was smiling, I didn't know why, what divinity was there in him? What was the magic that I wanted to embrace him? But then suddenly a car stopped in front of Roop, which woke me up from my dreams.
I stopped right there, then a man got out of that car. Hrithik, the son of a wealthy business tycoon! Who gave Roop a lift in his car and Roop calmly went with him.
Why? Why is it hurting me so much to see Roop with that man? Because everyone has to mourn me. That's why I can't like anyone! I have to be cold and tough, I don't know what effect Roopeshwar has on me but I have to get away from it.