RIP

“I wish RIP meant

‘Return if possible “

Author’s P. O. V.

Yash and Sherlin walked inside the mansion as everyone stood up; “Why are you half naked? And how did you drenched?” Yash’s mother asked as she walked towards them.

“Sarika brings the towels,” She said to the house help as he walked towards them.

Sarika came back with towels and his mother handed them to them; “Maa I actually—“ Yash did not know how to say to his mother that he went to attempt suicide

“I slipped into the river,” Sherlin said even before Yash could explain anything to his mother.

“What?” Her mother-in-law started to check her for any injuries but hers and Yash’s eyes were fixed on each other; he is not in the right mind to understand why she said that.

He has a lot of questions which of course he will ask her once they are alone.

“Yash helped me and gave me his shirt,” Sherlin said as Yash nodded along with her.

“Are you okay?” Jai asked him as Yash nodded; he knows very well how broken he is right now.

“Go and change you both,” His mother said to them as they walked to their rooms, Yash passed all the photographs he packed in boxes and stopped.

He took the boxes and Shayra’s other photograph in his hand before he looked at his mother. Sherlin stopped walking at top of the stairs when she saw what Yash was doing.

“I was serious maa, I don’t want any garlands on her photograph,” He said before he walked to his room; Sherlin shared eye contact with him once again but did not say anything.

Yash closed the door of his room and turned on the lights; the blinding light hurt his eyes for a second but he got used to pain just a few days ago; it was nothing new to him.

He kept the boxes on the coffee table before he placed the photo of Shayra right next to the portrait he made for her.

He touched the glass of her photograph as he gave her a sad smile; “It hurts Jaan,” his voice was heavy.

All the pain made his throat ache like hell; his emotions were choking him but he had to hold himself; he was calling her Jaan after what felt like forever; he loved calling her Jaan because that was what she was to him.

His life

“I may have done your last rituals but nothing can make me not fulfill my promise, I promised to love you till my last breath and I will do that,” he said as a tear escaped his eyes without his permission.

“You know your Sherlin is being a true devil to me, I won't call her bitch--- oops no not the b-word, Jaan, But she is making the pain sink in and it hurts,” He spoke to her photo as if she was standing right in front of him.

As if she will reply to him.

“I hate her!” He groaned like a child as he walked back to the bed; opening the boxes that had her pictures, he looked at them and smiled.

“You know what I am going to do?” He asked for her picture once again.

“Come on guess a little, I won't give in because of your beautiful smile Jaan,” he said as he bite his lower lip with mischief in his eyes.

“Okay okay, I am telling don’t give me your puppy eyes,” he said looking at the photo in his hand in which she was making a sad face.

“I am going to keep all your pictures here,” He said with such excitement as if she was right in front of him.

“You are happy na?” He asked for her photo again and he picked another one in which she was smiling and looking right back at him.

He started to place all the photos on the wall of his room one by one; no one will hurt Shayra by putting garland on her photo again.

After 20 minutes he finished his work and looked at her photo with a smile; “No one can separate you from me, no one,” he said as he walked to keep a portrait of hers in his closet.