Khushi was still staring at her husband, thinking about the endearment he used. Why did it sound so familiar? She was trying to remember. A fuzzy picture popped into her head. Seeing her so lost, Arnav tried to draw her attention, clearing his throat.
"Umm... Khushi, what happened? Why were you staring at me like this? I asked you something na? What happened when I wasn't around, and what were you crying about? Tell me at once," his voice was strict.
"Uhh... huh... oh haan, woh Am... amma asked... me... t... to... to... do som..." She got lost again while telling him the truth and then suddenly asked, "You called me by some name sometime back na? Plea... please... please tell me." She looked at him with hopeful eyes and waited for his reply with a shaky breath.
Arnav was in a fix now. What would he do? He now felt nervous watching Khushi's hopeful gaze. She was staring through the corner of her eyes like she was trying to remember something, and he knew exactly what. He had screwed up, and now he had to deal with it.
Oh, he wanted to tell her everything she wanted to hear, but, uh, she couldn't tolerate all of this at once. He knew that Khushi was feeling restless to know his answer. But for the time being, he couldn't give her anything, and above all, he had to know what Garima tried to do with her again.
"Hmmm... Khushi, I need to make an urgent call right away. You get ready, okay? We'll be out of here in half an hour. Alright?" Saying this, he dashed out of the room. Khushi frowned at his back without blinking. She got some flashbacks of her childhood.
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Flashback Starts:
In a Park (Backside of the Temple):
A little girl was crying all by herself on a bench. That's when, out of nowhere, someone wiped her tears and said, "Why are you crying, baby doll? Mamma used to say that babies don't look good when they cry. So, tell me what you're crying for?" A ten-year-old boy asked her.
The girl took a peek at him and asked, "Who ale you? Babuji chaied don tak to stan... stan... chome jer. I folgo. Cho yu..uu go. I no tel yu tht Amma schol me. Che chcol me an chazd I no goo. Che cal me olpan. Achcha wat iz olpan?" she asked innocently.
