UNDESIRED BRIDE. (Darkened Brides Book Series #3)

70. End.

ANSHUMAN

Shot!

The voice of the shot, and the thing we were to witness made all of us scream and squish our eyes in shock. But when I opened my eyes, to witness the worst.

But I was shocked to find her father with a gunshot in his chest. Siyansha and Kritika screamed as well and everyone was whimpering from pain.

"Dad! What the hell? Why did you do that?" Siyansha scolded, holding on to the falling man. And helped him sit down.

"Because I can't watch my daughter die in front of my eyes, to replay for my sins." He said as she and Kritika cried. Yes! Siyansha was crying. But then she furiously stood and yelled at her dad..."You are such a jerk Dad! How can you take your own life with my hands? Do you think how will I feel? Do you have any idea?" Siyansha screamed and ran all through the room. Her eyes came to meet mine. "Do you have your phone? Call ambulance!?" She asked when every one of them started screaming and surveying for the gun. I'm pockets and everywhere. But then Rehman called Siya. And handed her phone. But grabbed it before she could stand and called with it. "Save yourself first. Your arm is hurt! So that -"

"So that you can kill me!? I understand you! Fuck off now!" She screamed. And stood with the phone.   But then Chaya stood and walked towards Rehman with a knife, she removed from her pocket. And inserted aggressively in his heart. Siyansha loudly screamed. While I was too shocked for anything.

" I am giving you peace my son. Living a life like this. Is better than not living at all." Is she insane? Did she kill her son? But before we knew the police and doctors with stretchers and things already walked inside. And we realised Radhika had a phone in her hand. She already called. While we didn't realise. My eyes were running back and back to Rehman's laughing face. As the people will stretcher started to aid us. And take the over critical, Rehman and her dad in the ambulance.

Siyansha followed her dad with the stretcher out, while the man who was handling her wound kept stopping her to get her bleeding arm treated. She has surgery on her waist and a gunshot in her arm. She is still standing. She has. Strength.

While everyone was getting taken. I was the only man who had no wounds on us. How funny that is? I feel embarrassed that I am not hurt.

I helped, Kritika, stand while she didn't meet my eyes and I took Aria out of her arms. In mine. She is almost two. I hope she remembers nothing when she grows up.

I followed them in the ambulance too. As we were being taken to the hospital.

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I was sitting outside the operation theatre where both Rehman and her father were being treated. While all of the others were in the hospital. Chaya was taken to the police station. Siyansha walked with another band on her arm. How come her body is still intact?

She came and sat beside me. "Are they just running around?" She asked me. And she was hurt right now. Her eyes were teary. She was feeling broken and it was clear on her face. I saw Kritika walking too, but she kept her eyes down not meeting with me.

"Come on Kritka? You were coming on him a day ago?" Siyansha, joked when she rolled her eyes. "You got another reason to blame me for life didn't you?" Siyansha asked, Kritika Shunned looking at Siya. "You Siya, you! Killed our father. It was all because you did the act of killing yourself." Siyansha mimicked her. When Kritika was chuckling. And then she looked at both of us. She met my eyes.

"Anshuman. I am so sorry! I'm sorry for fooling you. But, please know it wasn't my greed. It was always just for Aria." She cried and looked at Siya.

"Let's have a divorce. I don't want you to be obligated and held back because of your relationship with me. Now that Saya and everyone have had Confrontations she will let us have a divorce. So, let's break apart!" Her words astounded me. She said what she just did.

" About Aria, I am going to give her the real father's name. It's her true identity. She has to overcome it herself. He is ready for it. And looking for a better job so that he can be a proud full father. So you don't have to feel responsible for anything." She continued. Some pressure on my shoulder which I didn't know existed, released.

" Good! Kritika, I am proud of you! "Siya said when the doctor walked out from Rehman's operation theatre.

"Are you Mr. Singh's guardian?" He asked when we nodded, we stared at each other. When he was said. And shook his head. "He didn't make it."

The world in front of us collapsed. And I turned to look at Siya. Her mouth was open and her eyes wide. It was all red and teary. And while we were still gasping for the current news, the doctor from the dad's OT walked outside. And looked at me, he already knew I was the son. "Your father didn't make it," he uttered, too when Siyansha fell on the floor, her world broke down completely. As for Kritika. She was too shocked to move. I was torn as to whom to hold on first. But then the doctor handed me the paper. "He asked us to write before the operation." He gave it in my hand and both the doctors walked from beside us. Apologizing.

I sat on the floor when I took Siyansha in my embrace. As soon as she kept her face on my chest. She cried. Yet she was just shocked. But she started to cry. Screaming and hitting in pain. "No!! No dad! No!"

When Kritika lifted the paper and handed it to Siyansha, Kritika's tears kept rolling down. Her face and all were equally torn. But she kept it on her legs.

"Siyansha, stop crying!" She scolded Siyansha. When a nurse came running from the general ward. And looked at me she then turned and screamed doctor we all stood, that ward was Saya's. We all ran behind the nurse when we found Saya on the floor with her arm bleeding. She cut her wrist. With a paper lying beside her too.

Siya and Kritika were too out of their brain as they looked like they didn't understand the situation.

The nurse handed the paper to my arm too. And ran with the stretchers.

I opened both both the papers-