CARL'S POV—
It was the day of Mira's marriage. Even after I her told her many times, she stood firm in her decision. She wanted to marry that bastard.
I entered her room and yelled, "Mira! Don't you dare to marry him. He is not the right man for you."
Mira sighed tiredly. She rebuked, "You are still at it, Carl. I told you many times that it's my decision, not yours to decide."
I ran my hands across my face. Pointing at her, I said, "Mira, why don't you understand? Justin is not the right man for you. I know that I have said this many times but, please don't marry him."
Furious, Mira stalked towards me and jeered, "I don't know what problem you have with him, but this needs to stop. I... today's my marriage and I want to be happy. You, my brother, is going to walk me down the aisle. If you can't be happy for with the marriage then, be happy for me."
I yelled, "No! I can't be happy with this marriage; I can't be happy for you. Listen to me, Mira, there are countless men in this world. Many of them are much better than him. You can marry literally anyone. Just, don't marry him."
"Like I said, it's not for you to decide. I LOVE HIM! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT OTHER MEN. I WILL MARRY HIM."
Her words caused me to overturn the table near me. Our commotion attracted people around the room. They flocked into the room. That bastard, Justin was also among them.
Concerned, Justin asked, "Mira, Carl, what happened? What's with this noise?"
I ignored him. Pointing at him, I yelled, "YOU ARE NOT GOING TO MARRY HIM! IF YOU WANT TO MARRY HIM THEN, I WILL NOT WALK YOU DOWN THE AISLE."
Mira kept quiet. It was as if she was processing my words. Justin pleaded, "Carl, please calm down. We just talk this out. Everyone, please go out—"
"Shut the fuck up! Good old Justin always ready to pacify the situation. Don't act with me. I know what kind of man you really are. You betrayed me. The man, I called my best friend betrayed me. Not only that but also, you want to take my only family away from me. Guess what! I will not let my sister marry you," I interrupted him.
"Carl, you need to—"
"I should have let you to die there. I really—"
I was not able to complete my sentence as Mira slapped me. I was shocked. Mira had never raised her hand me. For me, Mira was the kind elder sister, who always loved me. She never hit me before.
Just as I was about to say something, she murmured, "You are angry and jealous."
What the heck is she saying? Raising her voice louder, she said, "You are angry and jealous. Angry because he testified against you. It's because of this, isn't it. Carl, it wasn't his fault that you got court-martialled. It wasn't his fault that you were expelled from the army. IT WAS YOUR FAULT, AND ONLY YOUR FAULT. SO, STOP IT. STOP TRYING TO MAKE HIM RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR SHORTCOMINGS."
I shook my head and rebuked, "No! That's not the reason. It's because he betrayed me. If he could betray me, then he could also betray you. Can't you see? I am just looking out for you. I want you to see his true face, his real face. I—"
"Shut the fuck up! It was your fault, Carl. Don't blame him. You were unfit to remain in the army, and now, I can see it. They made the right decision. Also, it's your personal grudge. You want to inflict pain on him. It's not because you are looking out for me, you want revenge."
I couldn't deny her accusation. She was kind of right. A part of me wants revenge for what he did.
Seeing me speechless, she smirked, "You are also jealous, aren't you. Jealous, because he got promotion, fame, respect, each and everything you craved for. Then again, your love life is not any better. Your girlfriend left you whereas, Justin would soon have a wonderful life, a family and a loving wife. He would have everything that you dreamt about. You know, you disgust me."
I shook my head. That's not true. I am not jealous of him. He was my best friend. I have always wanted him to succeed in his life. Why the hell Mira is saying these words? Did Justin feed these words to her brain?
I yelled, "IT'S NOT TRUE. NEVER IN MY LIFE, I WILL BE JEALOUS WITH HIM. I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED HIM TO SUCCEED IN HIS LIFE, BUT NOT WITH THE COST OF ME—"
She raised her hand motioning me to shut up. Her face had completely turned red with anger. She yelled, "I am tired of you. I am tired of your blabbering. Back then, when my parents were alive, they always focused all their attention on you. You were their star child. Always so mindful and obedient, they adored you. They forgot that I was their real daughter. You are not my real brother. You were adopted. I hate the day when they brought you home. They should have left you back at the orphanage. My life would have been so much better."
Everyone was silent. Realising what she had said just now, she tried to hold my hand. I pushed my hand away from her. I rubbed my eyes. So, that's what she thought of me. I raised my head. There was not a single emotion visible on my face. I monotoned, "So, this is what you thought of me. I am sorry for... all the hardships in your life. I-I am sorry for taking your parents. I should have not o-objected... to your marriage. I have no right. It's late but, I will fulfil your wish. I am going away from your life, and I-I, will never ever come back again. This is my gift to you for your marriage," my voice was still breaking even after I was trying my best to not to cry, "come to think of it, I haven't congratulated you t-two. Congratulations! H-have... a happy and a b-b-blissful life. Good luck you two. And once again, I am sorry. Don't worry I will never disturb your peaceful life. You can rest assured."
Saying this, I turned to get out of this room. Justin tried to stop me, but I pushed him out of the way. Mira was pleading for me to stop. But I continued walking as if I didn't hear her. At this point, there was nothing to talk.
Suddenly, my alarm rang. I looked around me to find that I was in my room. It was a dream. The tears on my face are still fresh. It seems I cried a bit in my sleep. I wiped it down with a towel. I gazed at the clock to find it was 11 am. Fuck! I am late for my job.