The morning sun streamed through the windows, but its warmth did little to chase away the heaviness in Reena's heart. The night at the hospital had been long and restless, and Aryan's words about the impermanence of life echoed in her mind. She had barely slept, her thoughts consumed by worry and the looming uncertainty of the future.
She takes a bath and gets ready in a casual red off shoulder top and denim skirt. She held a hand bag with essentials in it.
After ensuring that Aryan was comfortable and Mrs. Kapoor had settled by his side at the hospital, Reena made her way back to her parents' home. She needed a familiar space, a refuge where she could collect her thoughts and find some semblance of clarity.
The drive back to her childhood home felt strangely surreal. Every passing landmark seemed to pull her further away from the life she had been living as Reena and closer to the boy she had once beenâRavi.
When she finally arrived, the house stood just as she remembered it, a modest yet comforting place. She hesitated at the door, taking a deep breath before pushing it open.
Inside, her parents were already waiting. Her mother, a petite woman with streaks of silver in her hair, was the first to speak.
âLook who is here! Mrs. Reena Aryan Kapoor. Beta, youâre home,â she said softly, her eyes filled with joy of her son or daughter back home and concern. She took one look at Reena's tear-streaked face and pulled her into a tight embrace. âWhat happened?â
Reena clung to her mother, face blushed with name 'Mrs. Reena Aryan Kapoor', her composure finally breaking. âItâs Aryan, Ma,â she whispered, her voice trembling. âHe collapsed last night. The doctors⦠they saidâ¦â
Her father, a man of few words but deep emotions, approached them, his brow furrowed. âSit down, Ravi,â he said gently, using her old name as if trying to ground her in the reality of their family bond.
Reena obeyed, sinking onto the familiar sofa. Her parents sat on either side of her, their presence both comforting and heavy.
Her mother took her hand. âTell us everything,â she urged.
Reena recounted the events of the previous nightâthe sudden collapse, the hospital visit, Aryanâs brave front, and the unspoken fear that hung over everything. As she spoke, her voice wavered, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her.
âI donât know how to handle this,â she admitted, her eyes brimming with tears. âI want to be strong for Aryan and Mrs. Kapoor, but Iâm scared, Ma. I donât know if I can keep this up.â
Her fatherâs voice was steady, yet there was an edge of sorrow to it. âYouâve already done more than anyone could expect, beta. But you donât have to bear this burden alone. Weâre here for you.â
Her mother nodded, her eyes glistening. âWe never wanted this for you. This... this life as Reena. Itâs not what you were meant for. We let it happen because it seemed temporary, but now...â She shook her head, her voice breaking. âItâs too much.â
Reena looked down at her hands, clasped tightly in her lap. âI know, Ma. I didnât want this either. But I canât abandon Aryan. Not now.â
Her fatherâs expression softened. âWe understand that. But you need to remember who you are, Ravi. This role⦠itâs taken so much from you. What happens when itâs all over? How will you come back from this?â
Reenaâs voice was barely a whisper. âI donât know if I want to back as well. I do Aryan whatever that love means.â
Her mother stroked her hair, the familiar gesture bringing a rush of memories. âYouâve always been strong. But you need to take care of yourself too. Aryan wouldnât want you to lose yourself in this.â
Reenaâs tears fell silently. âI just⦠I donât know how to balance it all. Iâm trying, but it feels like Iâm losing myself.â
Her father placed a hand on her shoulder. âYou have a choice, beta. Whatever you decide, weâll support you. Just rememberâyouâre not alone. We are waiting for our son to return.â
The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. For the first time in a long while, Reena felt like Ravi againâa boy caught between duty and identity, struggling to find his place in a world that demanded too much.