Her Secret

Chapter 17 - HS

"WHERE HOME EXISTS."

~*~*~

It was all a chaos after Shivaay returned with Anika and Ansh. Thankfully, she had decided to not leave her room for the next unknown number of days until she found information on that truck driver, which meant she was saved by the drama that progressed downstairs.

Even though she didn't actually see it, she did go through the camera recordings at 2x speed to make sure what information was passed on and to whom. She has to know how much of which theory which person is aware of.

After Shivaay and Anika entered, no one had expected the arrival of Ansh. There were confused faces, happy faces, understanding faces, and surprised faces. A plethora of reactions. Aryansh had nearly crumbled Ansh under his weight as he clung to his twin had it not been for the muscles Ansh put so much effort to get strong, support them.

The brothers were ecstatic to have met. Ansh held a small smile on his face, quite opposite to the blinding grin on Ary's. Although she could see his eyes dart back and forth, looking for her maybe. Too bad, he wouldn't be able to see her any soon.

Everyone was overjoyed. They were happy, delighted to have found a part of their family back. She had skipped the emotional parts of the recordings. She couldn't go through it even with all her self-control.

She couldn't look, hear or bare all of it. She couldn't. The child within her that had died years ago ached. It had gone from her human form, but that girl remained within her soul, a charring presence etched into her. She couldn't remove the unfilled feelings of that little girl. She couldn't help but feel torn apart as that girl etched for care.

That girl cried every night inside her. That girl screamed but no one could ever hear her. Her voice was a whisper only she could hear. Her soul shattered every moment as she felt that girl ruin her. That little innocent girl, one who looked like a newly blossomed flower was now ruined in rot.

Her screams echoed in her ears. The tears that had dried over the years still could be felt on her skin. Her eyes burnt with frustration as that girl enraptured her mind, she made her run, from all the possible happy endings, from anything good in her life, because all good had been snatched away from that girl.

She was left to fend for herself during the nights when ravenous wolves attacked her, made of memories and scars etched on her skin. She was woven with utmost care and as that girl transformed into the woman she is now, that care turned a bitter reminder of how she used to have a beautiful abode of herself, a place she could call home but now all she is left with is the ache of having all that snatched away from herself.

She was burdened with the guilt of killing that girl.

She wiped herself off those memories as soon as they blanketed her mind. It was fun watching Aryansh and Ansh bicker like children. At least her brother had a smile on his face.

Though the main conversation is still left to have taken place and that is what she's looking at right now. Her cup of coffee is left abandoned at her desk as her eyes are glued to the screen where a very nervous and fidgety Anika is standing in front of Shivaay, who looks as cool as a cucumber.

He waited for Anika to explain things. She has already emailed a very descriptive script to her, therefore only God knows why that woman is so nervous. This wasn't written in it. Maybe it's just the nerves. She's lying to her husband and it's going to be difficult for her. Yet, a topic so important has to be addressed.