The woman replied, "Piyush is there, and I know those brothers have a good relationship, so everything will be alright." Meanwhile, in the car, Ayush left with Abhimanyu, and upon seeing him, many faces got into a shocked state.
Some boys who were seeing this had their faces turned like they had seen the worst nightmare of their life. As Abhimanyu tried to help him, Ayush replied, "No need, buddy, I am fine; I can walk and run very well." Abhimanyu responded, "You just had been awake from a two-year severe condition stage; even though you are very well, you don't have enough energy."
And that was the truth, while Ayush's body had healed fully, but he hasn't had any energy left in his body. But Ayush still replied, "Hey, you don't need to help me; this you had already done more than enough; now you go and rest." Hearing this, Abhimanyu hit Ayush's head gently, getting Ayush to release a small voice of pain, and fitting him back a little.
With that, some little fight and some joke and talk of old times, they entered the house.
Ayush's house was better than most houses in the city, purchased with the combined earnings of all four brothers. This spacious home consisted of four bedrooms, one hall, one kitchen, and a single study room. Family photos adorned the walls, showcasing their lineage. However, Ayush's parents were noticeably absent from the pictures, until after Ayush's birth, when their presence became more prominent.
Abhimanyu and others took Ayush to the bedroom, where he soon fell asleep. A nurse arrived, preparing a glucose supply for Ayush, despite their financial struggles, having spent thousands on his medical care. After completing her task, the nurse said, "My work is done, sir and ma'am," and left.
Ayush protested, "There's no need for this; why are you all doing this? Don't you see how strong I am?" Abhimanyu chuckled, "Ah, you were very strong, but that's just adrenaline; it can make people much times stronger then what they are I see how your hand got down just after punching , idiot! I'm not dumb. Be ready, you have to start studying again and we will start a new hospital with us as best doctor to couter my father
Ayush said why not we will after all that our world breaking promise and they laughed abhimanyu said rest well and get well soon."
Ther etalk disturbed when Abhimanyu's phone started ringing, he picked it up and spoke for a while. Then, he addressed everyone, "Okay, Aunty, Uncle, Ayush, I have to leave now; there's important work. Let's meet in college tomorrow." With that, he departed.
Ayush also began to feel sleepy. The next day, Ayush woke up, feeling refreshed, and started getting ready. He thought to himself, "My body feels amazing; I feel strong. I can't believe that after being in such a terrible condition, I'd feel this robust."
He realized, "I need to leave secretly, or they won't let me go to college." First, he decided to message Abhimanyu. After finalizing his plan, Ayush snuck out of the house, leaving a letter behind.
As he jumped out of the window, he was startled to find his brother, Eshu, standing in front of him, about to scream. Ayush quickly silenced him and explained his intentions, reassuring him, " eshu also tell mom won't worry; I'm leaving, but I'll return when I'm strong enough rich enough to go to our own house ."
Eshu understood, and Ayush continued, "Please tell Mom I'll be back soon." With that, Ayush departed. He soon reached the station and boarded the train.
"Leaving home is cruel, I know, but I understand my grandmother's intentions. She's always forbidden me from leaving the house, and her energy unsettles me. Her manipulation is something I can't comprehend, yet I sense it. No one else seems to notice, but I do, perhaps because I'm not so different from her. The key difference is that I'd never employ her tactics.
Her unpredictable mind is what I fear most, sometimes intensifying my resentment towards her. I spent my entire childhood to teenage years in seclusion, mostly at home, occasionally attending school. My grandmother never let me out of her sight, initially making me believe she was a caring presence.
However, despite our extensive time together, I never felt connected to her-only fear. We'd drink a special juice she prepared daily. Witnessing her manipulate my father into physically harming my mother, nearly destroying our family bonds 99% of the time, opened my eyes.
I realized her true nature, and my hatred grew. Abhimanyu's friendship changed everything. Meeting him in school showed me a different world, one where relationships are built on trust, not manipulation."
"An extraordinary trait shared between my grandmother and me is the perfect red hue that appears in our eyes when we're angry. This distinctive feature is a family legacy, with each of my brothers having a unique variation of the red hue combined with a different color, inherited from our genes. I have striking blue eyes with a red hue, traits passed down from my father's side. My father's blue eyes are lighter, while my mother's white hair has transcended to me.
Physically, I've built a strong, powerful body, similar to my father's. However, unlike other family members, I have a heart that can connect and empathize with others. I can sense the emotional depth of those around me, which is rare in my family, where anger seems to be the primary emotion.
Growing up, we never had a good relationship with friends, relatives, or acquaintances. Whenever friends visited during childhood, my grandmother would shout at them, curse them, and even force my mom to send them away. If they sat on the same bed as me, she'd become furious.
I recall being excessively angry, especially towards girls who talked about my mother as she was getting all bad mouth due to my grand mother. One time, I severely beat up friends who mentioned her. I realize now that I harbored deep-seated anger, primarily towards my grandmother, whom I despise the most.
In contrast, I love my all cousins more than life itself. While I don't hate their parents, I don't feel a strong connection either. My affection lies most with my mother, brothers, and then my father. I also cherish my mother's side of the family, as she lovingly describes them and d how they actually are ."
For a month, when my hand was broken, I visited there home and discovered how lovely and warm this family was, unlike the restrictive atmosphere at my own house. Those were the happiest times of my life. However, those carefree days were only good memory was until I met Abhimanyu.
For some reason, my grandmother feared Abhimanyu and refrained from scolding me in front of him. It was as if he was the first person on her list to avoid. Although I still couldn't attend school regularly, studying was allowed. Abhimanyu studied with me weekely, and his intelligence seemed magical.
Unlike me, his eyes had a pure red hue, but when he spoke to me, a blue tint appeared. Our characteristics were polar opposites. His approach and communication style were also vastly different from mine. Because of him I made other friends but also someone enters whom I couldn't forget and stop to hate
While my good days began when I met Abhimanyu but other side someone also coming maybe she would have come even though it start from that day One day, while walking to college on 11th standard with abhimanyu after school, I accidentally pushed a girl. As I rushed to help her, she turned her face towards me. My heart skipped a beat as I took in her captivating features: black eyes, black hair, perfect red lips, cute cheeks with dimples, and a radiant smile.
In that instant, I was doomed .
When her lips moved, I felt like I had witnessed two entirely different worlds. However, a gentle push brought me back to reality, and I realized what I had done. "I'm sorry, miss; I didn't mean to push you. It was an accident," I apologized.
The girl smiled and replied, "Okay, no worries, but be more careful next time." Her words alleviated my anxiety. We crossed paths multiple times, working on group projects together, and I found myself falling deeply in love with her by the 12th grade.
I mustered the courage to propose to her, but her behavior sometimes made me uneasy. She seemed to be avoiding me suddenly , and when I inquired about it, she dismissed my concerns, leaving me wondering if I was delusional.
We didn't spend much time together, but I wanted to surprise her after our exams, before we ways for college. I arrived at her house, expecting a warm reception. Instead, I witnessed the worst moment of my life.
Rohi was sitting on someone's lap, kissing a boy. I was stunned, unsure of what to say. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt like blood was flowing from them. A voice interrupted my anguish, and I turned to see my grandmother standing there, discussing something with Ruhi.
My grandmother's words sent chills down my spine: "Ruhi, how's the plan going? Are you getting close to Ayush?" I was shocked, realizing that my grandmother had manipulated Ruhi to lure me into a trap.
Ruhi replied, "Why not, Aunt? He's completely fallen in love with me. He's a bit difficult to control, but as your student, I'll ensure my ability to manipulate him is exceptional. I'll make him my slave, just like this boy, and afterward, Abhimanyu."
My hatred reached its peak as I listened, but I didn't dare confront them. I wanted to kill them, but I recalled my mother's words: "Ayush, this world is cruel. More than 90% of people are your enemies, even those you trust. Sometimes, they'll betray you or try to kill you. That's the nature of this world."
"But do you know what's beautiful about this whole thing ?" I asked what mom she continued. "Despite being corrupted by 90% evil, this world can't dare to openly fight the truth. They know that even the weakest truth holds incomprehensible power."
I asked, "What power, Mom does some superhero ?"
My mom laughed, "Yes, there is one superpower with us but that superpower is so powerfull that if it comes we could be loose the path of work that's why he give us another power You know what it is?"
I asked, "What's that, Mom? Do I have it too?"
She smiled, "Yes, you do. I do. Many people do, even those with ill intentions. But if I say 99% of people can't harness it perfectly, I'd be generous. Only a handful, perhaps one in a billion, has mastered this power."
I was excited, "What is it, Mom?"
She said, "Emotion my cutie emotion Your love for someone can give you an irresistible will to protect them. Your hatred can provide a precise focus on a goal. Every emotion has its unique ability."
I leaned in, eager to know more. "What's the strongest emotion, Mom?"
"After love," she paused, "and sometimes even more powerful than love, is anger."
I felt goosebumps as she continued, "Anger can be an indestructible sword, cutting through anything. But it has a significant disadvantage: it's sharpened on both sides. A slight mistake, a little carelessness, and if you can't control it, you'll suffer pain millions of times more than what you inflict."
She added, "This applies to nearly all emotions, but greed and anger are the most volatile."