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Drishti Pov:-
We all are at the hospital praying and crying for Karthik, my body is trembling due to all the crying. Dhara5r4 is there beside me as Ananya and dadi are at home with Kirti.
Papa ji, mummy ji, dadaji, Atharv and Kunal they all are here Including Soumya. She loves and respects Karthik more than her own brother. She was handling mummy ji who was crying and glaring at me.
Suddenly she charged towards me and I felt a burning sensation on my right cheek, she slapped me. All her anger and hate for me from the past 3 years was poured on that hard slap.
The Intensity of the slap was so hard that I fell. "KAVITA" shouted papaji but she showed him her palms telling him to not speak.
"Not today, today....be...cause of her my... son is in this co...Condition, he is fighting... for his life Inside that... Icu", she said clutching her heart.
"How is that bhabhi fault?" Kunal Inquired and came to help me stand along with Dhara.
"You...don't speak in middle do you UN...understand", she said glaring at her son. But Kunal was no less as he said, "NO I don't and make me understand NOW"
"Lower your volume I am your mom, and you wanna know how she is responsible. She has been bad luck to him ever since she became his wife. He was forced to marry her and tied in a loveless marriage. Later she got pregnant too by seducing my child and burdening him with a child so that he can't get away from her, she is a one cunning woman, and this bloody orphan girl has trapped your dad and dadaji and lured them with her fake kindness and Innocence. Karthik was in bad mental state bacon of all these and now enough. Get away from his life Drishti please", she said glaring at me.
It was first time she was saying please to me and crying hardly she said, "Please Drishti leave my son's life, he doesn't love you and is always distant from you why can't you take the cue and leave him. Let him live in peace and his peace is being alone then he is better off alone rather than being in unwanted, forced marriage which is nothing but a burden on my son".
She looked at me with pure hatred, why does she hate me so much?
"And how do you know that Bhai doesn't love her" Kunal said.
"no one need to give an exam to know that Kunal we all see how bhaiya always gives her cold shoulder, Drishti Is no match to bhaiya can't YOU see It" said Soumya looking at me with disgust. Kunal and Soumya started to argue as Dhara tried to stop them.
But where are they wrong? It is true everything they said, he doesn't love me, doesn't want me in his life always distant from me. And Kirti even though he loves her so much still she was an unwanted child for him, why am I burdening him with all these when he doesn't want any of it.
The operation theatre light went off as doctor came outside Atharv rushed to him asked, "how Is he" he was still calm how can he be so calm even after seeing his brother In this condition, but he Is Atharv he knows how to mask his pain behind expressionless face.
"Well his high class car had systems to tackle with accident, the airbags saved his brain and other vital organs, well you can also say Its god miracles he listened to all your prayers, he only has outer Injuries as the one on his shoulder has been operated as the glass was deep Inside his shoulder blades, he won't be able to move his right shoulder for 2-3 days and requires proper medication, okay Mr rawal" said doctor as Atharv and papaji nodded and thanked him.
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