𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚄𝚜

~ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ~

“ Not every love story has a happy ending ”

Chandigarh,
21 October 1951.

" Kī usanē āpaṇī hōśa muṛa prāpata kītī? ( Did she regain her conscious? ) " Arheer asked pacing outside his room.

" Hāṁ, para jē tusīṁ cāhō tāṁ uha cupa hai atē usa nū milō. ( yes, but she is quiet. Go and meet her if you want. ) " Jaspreet said coming out of the room.

Arheer noded and walked inside, sitting beside Falak he sighed audibly.

" Kya hua hai Falak? " He asked.

She flinched and looked at him with teary eyes.

He caressed her hair to which she hugged him tightly, letting her tears flow endlessly.

" Bhai jaan, unhone sabko maar diya. Abbu, ammi aur... " She cried.

" Ayesha? " He asked as anxiety engulfed his heart.

" Jab hume yahan dhekela gaya tha tab, appi ko woh log le gaye. Ab.. Unhone unhe bhi maar diya hogaa! " She said and his blood ran cold.

" Ky.. Kya? " His words came out as whisper.

Her images flashed in his mind, her enchanting smile, her soft giggles and her clumsy stubbornness.

Everything ended. 4 years ended up everything in destruction.

" Unhone sab kuch khatam kar diya bhai jaan. Sab kuch... " She weeped harder, until she almost fainted.

" F.. Falak. Main.. Main hu na. Bhai jaan kehti ho na? Aaj se tum hum sabke saath rahogi. Bēbē, bābā aur main. Hum hai na tumhara parivaar." He said, gulping down the lump of tears.

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Chandigarh,
17 December 1955.

" Jā'u atē jāga Arheer , aja usadā janamadina hai. ( Go and wake up Arheer. It's his birthday today.) " Jaspreet said, hurrying the arrangements.

" Ji khala! " Falak said running up the stairs to Arheer's room.

" Bhai jaan! " She called just to get no response.

As she bent down to shake him, his hand fell off the edge. She gasped and leaned down pating his cheeks.

" Bhai Jaan?! " Her calls grew louder as her eyes glistened up with freshly formed tears.

She noticed the box of sleeping pill, empty.

She scooted to the verandah, " Khala jaan! Khala jaan! "

" Kya hua Falak? " She asked coming out of the kitchen.

She showed the empty box of pill as her mother left the glass of lassi.

" Arheer! " She ran upstairs just to greet a cold, pale and dead Arheer.

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Epilogue will be posted tomorrow followed by the song playlist. Hope u enjoyed the story.  ✨