All Chapters of Thirst : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Author's P. O. V. is it necessary that every story should have a happy ending? no right? the same is with Shayra; today Shayra is going away from Yash and Ahana forever. " Why are you making me do this Yash? " Shayra asked as She looked at him. " you gave me the pain of a lifetime, Why can not I give you this? " Yash said as he pressed the button and kept the mask on her face. " There is no need for this now Yash, I am going away, " Shayra said as she breathes through the oxygen mask. " Mat Jao na, " (please don't go ) Yash said as a tear slipped down his eyes. " what can I do Yash, I have to go, " Shayra said as a knock was heard on the door; Sherlin entered the room with a two-year-old Ahana in her arms. " My baby, " Shayar said as she took the mask off her face and tried to sit up but she was too weak to even sit up by herself. as always Yash helped her to sit straight as Sherlin gave Ahana to her, Shayra kissed her forehead as a tear slipped off her eyes and landed on Ahan

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 m

Author’s P. O. V. “Shayra, close the window yaar, let me sleep, this is too early…” He said in his sleepy voice and turned to the other side. Sherlin who was outside his room heard his voice. She took a deep breath as she opened the door.“Shayra!” He groaned as the sun's rays did not stop; His head was aching so badly. Sherlin looked at his sleeping figure on the carpet. He still had not realized his wife was dead.Sherlin sat on her knees looking at his face; the sun rays falling on his face made him look angelic; his hair was a mess; Sherlin wanted to run her hand through his hair.She bites her lip as she lifted her hand but stopped in the middle.He is your brother-in-law Sherlin.But he is my husband now… argued her consciousness.Husband? Think again before saying that word, he married you because Shayra wanted him to, he married you because Shayra’s daughter needed a mother. You have no right to him. That shut her up; both her mind and her feeling; taking a deep breath she

Author’s P. O. V.“Yash, what are you doing?” Sherlin came out of her room with aahana in her arms only to see Yash taking some pictures of Shayra off the walls.“Fulfilling my wife’s last wish,” He murmured before taking another family photo of them off the wall and keeping it inside the box with great warmth.“What?” She asked as she put Aahana on the couch and placed a few pillows around her so she does not roll off and fall on the tiled floor. Adjusting her light blue saree with a silver border she walked towards Yash.“Yash you can’t be serious, aahana needs to know about her mother, you cannot hide these photos and everything,” Sherlin said as Yash handed her another photograph from the wall near the stairs.Sherlin caressed the photo with her fingers; it was from the day of Aahana’s naming ceremony; she was heavily pregnant but had held Aahana in her lap.“I always fulfilled her every wish; even when she asked me to marry you,” Sherlin could not look at him; that was the night

Author’s P. O. V.Yash looked at the sack of clothing he needed to put in the boxes; he kept looking at Shayra’s picture once in a while and smiled at her.“You remember, you gifted me this shirt on our 9-month anniversary?” He looked at the peach-colored shirt and smiled.“You were heavily pregnant with Aahana and sometimes so grumpy because of the mood swings,” He said to her picture as he chuckled.He finished keeping all the clothes in transparent boxes and put them in the corner of his closet. “I am a widower and I shall live like one,” he said to himself before he put all the white clothes on hangers; everything now in his closet was white; not even a trace of color anywhere near his side of clothes.He did not separate Shayra’s clothes; he kept them the same, “It will feel like you are still here,” He said as he touched one of her dresses.Taking a quick shower, he wore his white clothes; even his belt was white.“Jaan, I need to have a word with Sherlin, I will be back,” He sa