Epilouge

Swara's POV:

"Mama,Virat is irritating me," Sia,my five year old daughter, told me.

"He is your baby brother. Go and play with him," I said and kissed Sia's cheek.

Virat was Kabir and Sanvi's two year old son. Even after six years since that dreadful day, I still lived in Kabir's house. Kabir and Sanvi got married a year after Sia was born. Sanvi was the sweetest person I had encountered in my life. I lived in her husband's house but she never complained to me about anything. She even loved Sia as her own daughter. And Kabir? Well he was still a kid. Whenever Kabir, Sia and Virat were left alone, the house became a mess. When I told Kabir that I would move out with Sia, he emotionally blackmailed me by saying that I never considered him as my brother that was why I was leaving the house as the house was mine too. If Virat was Kabir's heartbeat, then Sia was his heart. He loved Sia very much.