Ash of her body

Author's P. O. V.

"Yash" Sherlin whispered, he was hugging her for the past hour, she could feel his breath steady but his heartbeat was still fast-paced.

This was certainly not good for his health, he could develop blood pressure this way or heart problems.

"Yash," She called his name again,

"She left me," Yash said as Sherlin parted herself a little from him just to take a look at his broken self.

The pain in his eyes was evident but what confused her was the anger slowly building up.

She had never seen anger in his eyes for Shayra and didn't really understand him looking at the place they burned her dead body with anger.

"Wo ladh sakti thi (She could have fought)" Yash said as he parted himself from her and walked towards the ashes.

"Yash" Sherlin could sense the anger radiating off him.

"Wo ladh Sakti thi! But no she wanted to leave me, and see she won, she fucking won," Yash screamed as tears escaped his eyes.

“Shut up Yash, you are not the only one who lost a dear one, She was my sister too, I lost my sister, Ahana, that kid does not even have an idea she lost her mother, she was the only family I was left with and she is dead too,” Sherlin said, wanting to make him understand he was not the only one in pain but he ignored it.

He couldn't shake off the image of her taking his permission to leave this world. Her last words to him were her love confession.

"She never loved me," He said as he started squatting there. He doesn't know why but he just needed to feel his body, his muscles were numb, and he couldn't take it.

"Yash, Yash, you have handled yourself," Sherlin tried to go near him but his squatting didn't help if she will try she will fall directly on top of him and that's the last thing they want in that mental condition.

"Handle? What can I handle? I couldn't handle my wife, she died, she died right in front of me, in my hands, she took—she took her last breath, I'll handle myself? What a joke!" suddenly chuckles echoed in the whole area, it was quiet, too quiet.

It looked as if he was high on something.

Well, he was high in pain

Pain is a kind-of drug too, a drug people run away from, all their lives they want to avoid this drug but they never accept that we have become addicted to this drug.

Whenever hope flickers, this addiction comes and ruins and it ruined him.

It ruined him for the worst.

"Yash," her voice quivered as her throat ached.

"She never loved me, she just played and now she left me, she fucking left me,"

“She never loved me”

“She never loved me” He kept saying that until a slap landed on his cheeks. His hand reached to his cheek; the stinging sensation made her look at Sherlin. 

"Don't" She showed him her index finger, her long nail was half broken because of the impact of the slap.

Yash looked at her.

"Don't insult her love for you if you can't respect her love for you, Yash” He smirked at her with his red eyes.

"She left you for you, you can never understand it” She was about to walk away when Yash held her hand painfully tight.

"What the fuck does that mean?" He growled.

"Her disease was incurable and she knew it, you wanted to take her to the world's best doctors just a few hours ago but she knew she couldn't be saved," Sherlin said as her tear-filled eyes were fixed on him.

"She knew" She whispered as she held his collar.

He looked into her eyes, "She left you, for you, she left you because she did not want to see the hope dying in your eyes every day," 

“She left you because she needed to save you, She needed to save you from yourself, because of the pains she was suffering with, you could not have seen her with that pain,” With that, she left him alone in the graveyard.

Yash fell on his knees as he looked at the ash of her body; seeing your love die is painful but seeing the ash and left-out bones of your love? That takes your life. That makes you die a thousand times.

And Yash was dying those deaths. 

He could feel the heat of the ash; it was still fresh. 

“I wish, I had the courage to pick up a little of this ash and stop you here for a lifetime but I do not wish you to suffer because of me even after leaving your body, I loved you, I love you and I will only love you, no one can change that, not even I, myself,” He said to the ash of her body before he wiped his tears. 

He sighed as he stood up, his legs did not feel like they could hold his weight but he managed somehow. “I am going to our daughter, she needs me,” He said again before he walked off. 

The sun was about to set; the caretakers of the cemetery were about to call Yash when they saw him coming out of the gates. 

“Sir,” The caretaker who was about to go inside to call him said his name. 

“My wife’s ash is inside, make sure nobody touches it,” Yash’s voice was low; anyone could recognize the exhaustion in his voice. 

The caretaker did not know what to do or say so he just nodded his head; he felt scared to look into Yash’s red eyes, he looked like a true incarnation of evil. 

Yash turned to look at the ash once again; a sad smile made its way to his lips. He took a deep breath as he started walking towards his car. 

His driver was waiting for him; probably Sherlin sent him. 

The driver had a mask on; “Why are you wearing a mask?” He asked; he was a billionaire and now he needed to be alive for his daughter the most, he could not risk his life like earlier. 

“I caught a cough and cold sir,” He said as he looked at Yash through the mirror. 

“Take it off for a second,” Yash said as his eyes bore into his. The driver nodded and pulled his mask down his face. 

Yash looked at his face for a good second before he nodded; the driver put his mask back and started to drive towards Kapoor's mansion.