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Life and time consist of a very cruel cycle, Karma as people would call it. But that isn't all, is it? The bright day files out with people doing their works and, completing actions. When the Stygian and Soundless night falls, they keep up thinking of their actions, reactions and repeat it over and over regretting them. Some cry, letting out everything that they couldn't hold back, the moon witness of their pain, while some hold back. They fear that crying them out would make it far too real, far too feeling without realising how the night hardens their heart just a little more.

The most beautiful smile hides the most difficult pain, whilst the most beautiful eyes have cried the most tears. Aren't all beautiful things painful, then?

Take a rose, it's thorns pierce. Take a broken heart..., Its shattered pieces wound. Take a beautiful poetry, it hides the most painful feelings trapped within. Take the most beautiful story..., It makes you cry the most.

Siya gazed out of the window, her tear stained cheeks rosy, and eyes shining. As if her tears had pulled away all the impurities, as a beautiful image emerged of the pain that left her mum. Her silence a loud echo against the quiet room, she sat there thinking.

She sat there hating.

It wasn't that she hadn't heard the words spoken about her, its about how because of one man, years of life, years of filiality, years of purity was tainted.

Yet he had been the one stained.

Yuvraaj sat in his room, head in his hands as his mind wandered elsewhere. Whenever he used to be restless, whenever he used to be aimless, peaceless he would look at the moon, but now...

Somehow he knew the moon couldn't bring him peace anymore. Peace came from looking at things that burnt out the flames of overwhelming emotions that raged our heart, cooling it down. When Yuvraaj had seen something that had been way beautiful than the moon, someone  who made his eyes light up, his lips quirk up..., How could a mere moon compare to his love?

When he sat down to think of his world, he found thinking of her. How she had become his smile, his tears, how her face shone like his moon, whilst her long brown hair became his boundaries. How they kept his gaze trapped only at her, never straying apart.

He sighed softly shaking his head, "Kya kiya yeh aapne Siya?"

His hand wiping down his face as he clenched his eyes shut with a soft smile playing on his face. His heart never settling, it flitted over her thoughts over and over. He pulled out his phone, dialling a number.

One ring, and it was answered. "Yes, Hukum?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "I need you to do some work."

Even if her answer was a No, he would never let her suffer from a bad image.

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Siya's PoV~

I sat there on the window contemplating my options.  My heart an unflinching void of darkness as thoughts that would have scared my family entered my mind.

Marrying the man who ruined everything for me? I felt my tears stinging. Rana Sa had been nice, but his actions...? How could I know I would be safe with him? When he stooped low enough to stalk me, invade my privacy without my permission? Would I even be happy living with him?

A sob filling my throat, that I let out silently, was he happy now? Hurting my Maa like that surely brought him alot of happiness.

I felt disgusted, what kind of man was he? When I didn't say anything, said a direct no at the palace he stooped low down to stalking me, ruining my reputation and then forcing me into this marriage?

I could only imagine what his thoughts were regarding me. I felt disgusted, used.

My Maa, the woman who loved me so much..., She isn't talking to me.

Should I marry him, and live a life full of unknown possibilities? He might force me..., Might..., My life would be filled with abuses, with hurt and pain? Was I ready for that?

Or...

I looked down from my window, as another thought crossed my head. A thought that could protect my honor, my pride..., My happiness. A thought that could save me from all the pain, from all the hurt, from him. My life..., Wouldn't that be a proof big and loud enough to clear the taint in the reputation of my family?

A tear slid down my left eye, my heart clenching. Suddenly when the door to my room opened, I wiped my tears sitting still.

I looked towards the door and saw Nishant Bhai there. His eyes looked over to me softening up, and I found myself almost tearing up right there. He gave a smile, and an aloof nod.

"Abhi tak Jaag Rahi hai?"

I looked down nodding, with a weak smile. "Couldn't sleep, Bhai."

He nodded walking towards the window, sitting opposite me, he leaned back towards the sill. He raised his hands, and I finally saw the object in his hand. My heart clenched, as I saw his nonchalant face as he waved an ice-cream tub.

He spoke looking at me with a soft smile, "Khayegi kya, tiny?"

My breath lodging in my throat as I realised. He was trying to comfort me.

I nodded, selfish for any comfort Bhai had to offer. Nishant Bhai..., He had been my Ally, my best friend, my protector, my comfort.

How could he not comfort me when I cried?

He smiled, before breaking the seals using the spoon opening the icecream tub and handing it to me. He knew I could never open them myself.

The fire in my chest grew more as I stared at him. "Aap nahi khaoge?"

He grinned showing another tub, "Tujhe akele thodi na khane dunga. Itna swaami type dikhta hu tujhe?"

His dimples showcased as he smiled at me, with mischievously wiggling eyebrows. I giggle left my lips, and he chuckled. He handed me a spoon, grabbing one for yourself.

I scooped a big spoonful filled with icecream, filling my mouth with it. The bitter sweet taste of chocolate with nuts, and choco chips filled my tastebuds. The icecream numbing any other thoughts, as it chilled my head.

We ate in silence, looking out towards the moon as each of us drowned in our own thoughts. It was Bhai who broke the silence, "Siya...," I halted mid spoon, staring at him. My heart dreaded it, but I knew Bhai would never say anything hurtful.

He spoke softly, "We are resigning."

I froze, staring at him. He smiled at me, as he leaned towards me, his hand petting my head. "You don't have to worry, meri Chhota."

My eyes widened, as I realised he was serious. Speechlessly, I almost screeched. "What?"

He shook his head, "You are not marrying him, Siya. Not if it's because of us." He seemed serious, as he stared at her. Siya's smile that she held till now falling, as she stared at her brother with increasing panick as she stared at him.

"You can't resign your job, Bhai." She argued desperately. Disha bhabhi, Suhani bhabhi, Maa, the whole house. She couldn't sacrifice it all for her own selfishness.

Nishant shook his head, "Chhoti, I am not marrying you off because of money." Siya's finally filled with tears, as she shook her head holding his hand. Nishant who had been trying to be strong, felt himself crumbling when he saw her tearing up. Siya spoke out begging, "Bhai..., Please." Her voice cracking at the end, "Maa, will never forgive me."

Nishant wiped her tears, frowning. "She doesn't need to, koi galti nahi Kiya hai tune."

"Toh kya aap unhe saza denge? Woh toh aapko kitna pyaar karti hai, aap unse naaraz honge? Meri wajah se?"

Nishant shook his head, sternly saying. "You are not blaming yourself, Siya." Siya cried out, as she stared at her brother. The ice-cream long forgotten. "Bhai..., Please. Don't do this. Think about Disha bhabhi, Anaira your daughter, Maa, Papa. Are you going to sacrifice all their happiness?"

Tears continuously leaving her eyes, she held her brother's hands. "Aapko toh pata hai na, Bhai? A-ap toh sabse bade hai, Pap-papa takes his pride in working under them...,"

"He would never be happy!"

"Aur Tera kya? Would you be happy? Marrying a man whose older than you by almost a decade?!" Nishant narrowed his eyes, looking at Siya. He questioned the words that Siya was afraid of the most. Voicing our her own thoughts, as he stared at his sister with frustration.

She was the youngest, she wasn't supposed to worry about everyone's happiness,  she wasn't supposed to be so mature damn it!

Siya smiled weakly, her tears sliding down her cheeks, as she said. "Mera kya? They are rich..., He said he loves me, so he would definitely take care of me." She recited the words that Disha and Suhani had spoken to her. "Mai toh Rani hu na, mujhe kya hona hai?"

Nishant stared at his sister, speechless. Seeing his sister saying those words, they felt like the sound, those of empty vessels. He wanted to correct his sister, but how could she not know?

Marrying in a powerful family, how would there be a balance? God forbid something happened, they wouldn't even be able to stand their own chances. One could only sit and bear even if grievances were suffered, else only her family would be troubled.

Nishant suddenly felt his nose turn sour, a sickening feeling filling his chest up as he stared at his sister who seemed determined. He spoke softly, finding it hard to put strength in his voice, "When did my tiny mature, huh?"

Siya crumbled under his words, her brave face falling as her control shattered. She hugged her brother, crying. Seeking comfort, seeking protection she found only in his embrace.

Defeated by his love for his sister, his arms wrapped around her.

Nishant knew his sister, if Siya was so determined, even nine bulls wouldn't be able to pull her back.

He had lost the war the second Siya saw her Maa's tears.

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Favorite scene? Cuz I cried when Nishant consoled her like hell.

Favorite nickname Nishant gave Siya? Mine's tiny.

New day, new chapter and a new announcement.

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Now if people are gonna skip this, it won't be my fault after bold letters demanding attention.

So..., While I do have a few chapters ahead ready, i am so sorry to be announcing this, but I got an upcoming exam and I won't be able to use Wattpad for this week. This will be the weeks last Update. I mean from this Saturday to Saturday.

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