❛Estranged Love❜ [Completed]

༻꧂ 𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵꧁༺

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒,

𝐴𝑠 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑂𝑆/𝑇𝑆 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠.
𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡.

Important Note :

I'm reposting it again after editing it a bit. There is a huge difference between the previous chapter and this one. You will find many more differences if you had read the previous one keenly.

So, I will request everyone to read it if you're interested to knowing the differences. Thank you.

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𝑁𝑜𝑤, 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.

𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠.

𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐸𝑁𝐽𝑂𝑌

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𝑅𝐴𝐼𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 [𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡]

A lady around early twenties sat on the bench waiting for the train to arrive with a six-month-old baby in her frail arms. Her emotionless face voided from anything but the glow of motherhood. Her shoulders were dropping as if she were weighed down with some burden. It looked like someone had snatched the reason to live away from her brutally. Tears trickled down from her beautiful yet hollow eyes, one after another without her knowledge. Her hold on her baby kept getting tightened unconsciously when the venomous words were ringing in her ears. People around her were giving her weird looks. Some were giving sympathetic looks, whereas some were looking at her lustfully. But it did not affect her at all anymore; it seemed as though she had no emotions left in her. Suddenly, the crying voice of her baby broke her stupor. She glanced down to find her baby was scratching and scraping her face and shoulders in annoyance as her whole face got reddened because of mosquito bites. A drop of tear rolled down through her pale cheeks, looking at her baby's pain. The baby who had everything sometimes back now bereft of everything she had, even her FATHER'S NAME. Irony of fate. She nestled her baby in her warm chest to give her the much-needed comfort, but she was anything but getting calm as what she needed the most to get calmed down was not with her today. Her father.

“Paaa! Mumm...maahhh paa passh jaana. Paa....uunhhh..huhhhnn.. ummm...mummahhhh pa…paapaa…" the baby was to keep crying for her father. Her daughter's pale face and checked voice broke her heart into pieces. She was unable to see her like this, but she was helpless too. She couldn't give her what she wanted. “I'm sorry, meri jaan! I can't give you what you wanted. Your father was not yours anymore. He was NEVER YOURS, maybe”. She mumbled the last words only to herself incoherently, looking at Aashi. Her clogged voice shattered her heart, as the longing in her voice for her father was too palpable to ignore.