You, Have My Heart (Season 2 not a sequel ) Completed

Chapter 68

•There is mention of this☝️ video in this update, watch it, it will help you to relate•

Probably this update shall be the second last chapter you are going to Read.

Not proofread. Enjoy.

Avni

I wish I wouldn't have met him,
my heart would have been remained unscathed, never this broken.

"Babe Are you alright?" Diya cajoled resting her chin softly on my shoulder, as she held me from behind. Her actions made my tea and my mind startled. The liquid inside the mug I was holding swirled by the movement she caused to my arms by her hold around me. I came out of my daze. It's been 72hours, that approximately three days Neil hasn't uttered a word to me since I said those words at his place and left. How could I appear to him that rude? He don't deserve it. He said he Loves me, yes he loves me. Even I love him so much. Then how could I be so merciless?

Was that it?

"Does Neil know?" Diya second time pulled me out of my daze and a heavy sigh blew out my chest in response to her words.

"He don't need to" I said in a tone curtly deadpan brought Diya pulled away her chin off my shoulder, frowned at me.

"Avi don't you think things are getting too far?" She remarked.

"He has nothing to do with this" I replied with a same arctic tone taking a sip from my tea, avoided her blabering over my already messed up love life.

"Nonna called me, Adi also.." I continued. It's my birthday goddamn and as every year I'm not in mood celebrating it.

Doesn't matter how much your Mamma wanted you to celebrate your day! My inner voice snapped distaste and I blinked my tears away my eyes regretfully.

Mamma left a diary for me. There she wrote every single phase of mine, Since the day she had got to know I'm growing inside her. From that tiny embryo till I had opened my eyes, my first smile looking at her. How could I celebrate that date, the day I have lost someone I could have loved the most in this universe. She could be my first love, my angel.

I'm her worst child, I had never listened to her. I couldn't.

There is a page in her diary she had written all about, how she would have celebrated my birthday if she was with me. And requested me to do the same. For me Nonna did it every year just like Mamma has explained. The cake cutting ceremony at 12am, the birthday celebration with friends, the thanks giving gift to all of them for being there on my day. My day! It's never been my day nor the happy one, instead it is the cursed one.
I used to cry, sob the entire day locking myself inside my Mamma's room and fought with God cursing all of them not to let me see my Mamma for once, hug her, kiss her, play with her.

But the most strangest part is, Mamma knew me so well at that grevious state of her, even when I haven't come out her womb_ that her Avni would never want to commemorate this date in life, so she wrote a letter to her daughter to let her know how special she is, she is the creator of her own fate; her own beautiful journey of life, God has chosen her especially to inspire many, one day her bachha will be the most beautiful by her soul, inspirational among the lot_ were my Mamma's one of those few words for me. But her bachha disappointed her, she couldn't give her this little happiness she had wished from her Avni. "She couldn't celebrate this date because it would never be the day atleast to memorize for her ever"

"And as always you didn't received Uncle's...." Her disappointed tone was. Leaving her sentence incomplete Diya blew out a hefty sigh over my back. I took a look over her discontented face, flashed a forced pensive smile and next moment silently walked past her towards the kitchen in excuse to deposit my empty mug in the sink.