A Frowned Upon Miracle 18+ (Completed)

Chapter 12

Ahana POV

I looked at the man in front of me who seemed grown up since the last time I have seen him. He had a few grey hairs here and there, his skin looked healthy with a glow, and he had few crinkles on the side of his eyes. He looked mature, his body more bulked up now, not like those wrestlers but enough to show that he was muscular in all the right places. Gone was the charming guy with a boyish charm but the man in front of me looked like he has seen life and that made him more responsible towards the people around him. Of course, he was responsible before too but he was not tainted by the negativity of life, in fact, he had an energy of a toddler and a charm of a 20-year-old adult in the past, now I am in wonder about what he might have seen and gone through because his face lost his easy smile.

I felt my eyes betraying me when they showered with two drops of tears down my cheeks. His eyes followed the path my tears had taken and took a step toward me and wiped off those tears with his thumb. His closeness, his breath on my face, and the sadness in his eyes for me or what I was going through shifted something in me. I gave a childish wail out of my mouth without my own control over myself. He ran his fist over my cheeks now, in his own way to console me, which broke a dam inside me.

I hugged him close, my head laying on his chest. He was surprised for a second before securing me into his arms. His one hand around my back, and his other running smooth circles in my hair. Now, this was the hug I missed, this was the hug I was craving since the time I got married. I was crying while hiccuping in middle and he stayed silent giving me his support. 

Me: Atharva ....You dint have to see me like this, I dint have to be in this situation and I had to be happy but life just threw me into the waves of salty water expecting me to swim but I am so tired to do that... It's not fair Atharva, life ain't fair to me and you had to see me in my lowest. 

Atharva: Ahanaa you can continue to cry and take out all the pain inside you, I'm not going to comment or give examples or tell you what to do. I am going to be here waiting for you to spew out all the hurt you were subjected to so that you will be ready to face a new life.

I stood in his arms for a few minutes more before I wiped off the residue of tears when I saw him wiping off the tiny tear from his left eye.

Me: I am sorry for...

Atharva: You don't have to be, as I said I will be your silent support and strength for you to face the truth

Me: Atharva, what truth are you talking about?

Atharva: Will you be able to face it

Me: You said you will be my support right?

Atharva: Yeah

Me: Then tell me

He held my hand and made me sit on the chair I was sitting on before. He opened his laptop which was connected to the big tv. He played the video where Viraj was sitting on a chair, having a beer, and from what I can hear planning my kidnapping. I got to know how he planned to kidnap me while playing a victim and making me feel guilty for the rest of my life. Now I understand why he was being all lovey-dovey in the last two days.

Me: Wait, if he planned to kidnap me what I am I doing with you? How did you know about this? and...

Atharva:  He made the plan, he wanted you to be kidnapped, he wanted you to think he was dead, he wanted you to be hurt by his henchmen and killed after a while, blaming it on a robbery gone wrong, but I got to know, so before he implemented his plan I swoop in with my team and got you to the safe house.

Me: How did you get to know? Why would he want to hurt me so much?

Atharva: Ahana, before you know anything further you have to take some rest, sleep on this information. I promise tomorrow would be the day I answer your questions. I have to be somewhere, I will drop you in your room.

I walked into my room, feeling tired suddenly, I was exhausted, disappointed, angry, and sad. 

Atharva: Ahana, we have to lock this door for safety, by the way, if you need to change your clothes please do that in the washroom because there is a camera on the top of the sliding window.

Me: Wait, so you don't trust me to stay in the room?

Atharva: In our profession, we cannot trust anyone, we can rely on them but we can never know what might happen. The cam is for everyone's safety, and we have a lot to talk about before we give you your privacy.

Me: So you want me to trust you but you fix cams in my room

Atharva: You can call me a hypocrite but the truth is you are in deep danger, you need protection, we need to see you safe and sound but at the same time it's our sincere request to believe in us because we need to unravel a lot of things, which could save your life. I am sorry if you're uncomfortable. 

He went out of the room and closed the door behind him

I sat on the bed trying to think about all the realities opening up in front of me, I lay down on the bed and looked out of the window before I fell asleep

Atharva POV

I sat down on the couch in my room with tiredness in my whole body. It's been a couple of years since I last saw her and her tears still have the power to affect me. I still remember the first time I saw her when she was around 17and I was the same age as hers

 Past 

I am an Indian whose parents settled in the USA for better career opportunities. They both worked hard and set up an Indian restaurant there, but, I was patriotic and desired to study in India while working towards my desired profession, so when I was done with my 12th, my parents tired of my energy and enthusiasm decided that it would be good to send me to India as desired. I landed in the city which was my birthplace and was to stay with my mother's brother until I start college in another city. 

I decided to visit and volunteer at the orphanage which was run by my mother's college friends who were a couple. I went to take my shift to do the admin duties when I heard a series of giggles coming from the kids. 

I ran outside to see that the kids were all running in line like a train and it was led by a beautiful and innocent-looking young woman, she was wearing a churidar, her hair tied in a bun, a single strand of hair on her rosy cheeks, she suddenly stopped running which ended up with the kids falling down and running behind her to take revenge. She apologized to them cutely and they forgave her while she hugged them close. She spoke to my aunt and uncle and walked away, while I stood there mesmerized. The couple saw me and told me that the innocent and beautiful girl who studied at the catholic school in the city stayed in the hostel and comes there every other weekend for about 5-6 years now. She would not be able to come anymore as she is starting college in another city soon so she came today and said goodbye.

I was sad that I won't be seeing her again.

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