It has been five years. Five years since the world lost a brilliant mind, a gentle soul, and a star that burned too quickly. On June 14th, 2020, Sushant Singh Rajput left a void that not even time could fill. But for one person, that void is more than grief—it’s a daily ache that refuses to heal.

His sister, Shweta Singh Kirti, broke her silence once again on the fifth anniversary of his death. And this time, her words didn’t just speak of remembrance—they screamed of pain, longing, and an unbearable question that refuses to be answered.

“Why did you leave me?”

Those were the opening words of her letter. Posted alongside a faded photo of them together as children, her message quickly went viral. But unlike previous tributes, this one was raw. It wasn’t polished, it wasn’t filtered—it was pure heartbreak.

“You promised we would grow old together,” she wrote. “You said we’d laugh at the world when we’re grey and wrinkled. But here I am, laughing less and crying more, growing old without you.”

Sushant, known for his infectious smile and deep philosophical insights, had always been more than just a movie star to his family. He was their dreamer, their rebel, their light in the room. And to Shweta, he was her confidant—her baby brother who once clung to her skirt at family functions, and later, to her voice during his lonely moments in Mumbai.

In her tribute, Shweta didn’t hold back. She spoke of sleepless nights, of listening to his old interviews just to hear his voice again. She confessed that she still keeps his last voice message, never pressing play because she’s terrified it might break her completely.

“I see you in my son’s eyes,” she wrote. “Sometimes he says things the way you did. And I pretend for a second, just a second, that you’re still here.”

What made this letter pierce through social media timelines and newsfeeds wasn’t just the pain—it was the honesty. Shweta shared how the family still sets an extra plate at dinner subconsciously. How their mother, even in prayer, stumbles on his name and breaks down. How every birthday feels like a cruel joke.

“We try to smile for you,” she said. “We try to live. But the truth is, part of us died with you.”

The letter has sparked a wave of emotion online. Fans across the globe, many of whom have never met Sushant, flooded the comment sections with candles, tears, and the same burning question: Why?

And yet, the letter wasn’t just about sorrow. It was also a fierce declaration of love.

“You were not just a brother,” she continued. “You were a movement, a spark, a question mark the world didn’t know how to answer. They labeled you ‘complicated,’ but you were just… vast. Too vast for shallow minds.”

She described how he would send her pages of quantum physics theories at 3 a.m., along with poetry about black holes and broken hearts. How he once cried over a wounded bird he found near his balcony, nursing it until it flew again.

“You felt too much. You gave too much,” she wrote. “But this world only knows how to take.”

Fans say it’s the most vulnerable she’s ever been in public. For years, Shweta had remained composed, often focusing on justice, foundations in Sushant’s name, and keeping his legacy alive through education drives. But on this anniversary, she allowed herself to simply be a sister in mourning.

She ended the letter with a haunting line that has now been reshared thousands of times:

“If I could trade places with you, I would. In a heartbeat. But since I can’t, I will carry you—in every prayer, in every breath, in every heartbeat.”

Across India, candlelight vigils were held by fans, with posters reading “We miss you, Sushant” and “You deserved more time.” Many lit diyas in front of his posters, placed flowers outside his Bandra home, and some even traveled miles to pay tribute at his hometown in Bihar.

Meanwhile, in California where Shweta now lives, she visited a lake they once talked about visiting together. She scattered rose petals into the water and whispered his name. “I still talk to you,” she admitted. “Sometimes I wait for you to answer.”

That is the kind of bond they shared—not just as siblings, but as soul mirrors.

In the five years since his passing, conspiracy theories, court cases, and media storms have overshadowed the quiet grief of those who loved him most. But this letter—this aching, honest letter—reminds the world that beyond all headlines was a boy who just wanted to love, learn, and be understood.

And a sister who still can’t stop loving him.

As the sun set on the fifth anniversary of Sushant Singh Rajput’s death, a wave of silence rippled through his fans, his colleagues, and his family. Not the silence of forgetting, but the kind that comes with remembering too much.

Because when someone leaves without a goodbye, you’re forever listening for their voice in the quiet.

And this year, through the soft, trembling words of a sister, we heard it again.