Letters to the Lost Aru Shah AU

Aiden

A/N: Hey dudes it's me (duh who else would it be), and this is my very first Aru Shah AU. I'm legit shaking while writing this, cuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I'm so frickin excited for this to come out. I changed some of my plot for this book, and now you're probably going to hate me for what I've done, but if I didn't the whole story won't even make sense. So these are all the main characters and what has happened to them in the past.

Aru Shah - Mom (Krithika) died in a hit and crash accident on June 29 (I'm so sorry 😭, but if I didn't the whole story wouldn't make sense, and yes I'm making it on my birthday) and lives with her Dad. Before her mom died Aru loved photography (I switched Aiden's hobby with Aru's), but now she's afraid to go any where near it because it reminds her of her mom. Aru's mother used to be a very famous war photographer, but while coming from the airport she get's into a hit and crash, and dies ( 😭). Since then Aru has been going to the cemetary every week to drop of letters at her mothers grave. Aru's Best friends name is Brynne, (Mini isn't going to be in this book, but she will be in the sequel, and yes I'm making a sequel) they have been friends since they could remember.

Aiden Acharya - His younger sister (Aria) died in a car crash when he was 11, and Aiden's dad got sent to prison. Malini moved on and married a business man named Alexander (Alex for short) he's a total jerk to Aiden, but Malini doesn't see that in him. They day they were going to get married, Aiden downed a entire bottle of whiskey and got into a car, and crashed it in a building. Alex pressed chargers and now Aiden is doing community service at the cemetery. His best friend is Rudy, they meet when Aiden found Rudy crouched in his closet. Then asked him if he wanted to play with legos.

Most of the characters go to Roshani Chokshi. And almost all the plot goes to Brigid Kemmerer.

There may be some cuss words and mature language, and mention of smoking and drinking.

ARU

Have you ever felt like you're always alone and always a beat ahead or a beat behind. Or everyone and everything was asking too much of you, and felt like you weren't enough?

AIDEN

Hey Mom it's me,

There's a picture I can't get out of my mind, how much I try I always see it. I little girl standing in the dark with blood splatters all over her, and tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. A gun pointed at the dirt road, you can't see the man pointing it, but you can see his boots. You showed it to me when I was in eighth grade. Telling me about the famous photographer who got the shot. But all I saw was blood, guns, and death. 

Her parents took a wrong turn or something and some spooked soldiers started firing. Her parents were killed instantly.

Was is Iraq?

I'm pretty sure it was Iraq. It's been a long time and I'm getting rusty on the history of it. 

The girl was lucky.

Unlucky?

I have no clue, because of its different perspectives.

At first you see the dread and horror etched onto the little girls face. but then you see the details, the blood, the gun, the boots, the dirt road. Some of your photos are like this one. I should probably thinking of your work, and not someone else's. While I'm sitting beside your headstone thinking about you, but I can't help it.

Every time I think of that photo, I feel like I was that little girl who lost her mother, and that I feel her agony. 

Love you always.