Anagh furiously drives the car trying to reach her as soon as possible but as if time seems to be slow paced. He again dialled her number, again this time the call got unanswered. Now he has become more worried.
On the other side Swikriti cried hold...
I woke up before my alarm disturbed me......and went to take a bath as today we arranged a hawan for our new house.
I'm confused as always what to wear today because I have so many options in ethnic wear that's when my eyes fell on a beautiful anarkali.
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"Ethnic wear really enhances your beauty.......and you feel more comfortable" She did a pep talk to herself looking at the mirror.
I hurriedly went to check the arrangement downstairs and as I expected my baby was running here and there catching stuff in his mouth and Mother India was asking him to sit peacefully and let her do the work.
"Riti! Please beta check the needed items for hawan till then I'm taking this naughty monster to his fav palace." Saying this mummy took him to his toy section and he got busy with torturing his stuffed bear.
Mummy went to the kitchen to make Prasad and Papa came with a basket of flowers which we needed to decorate the hall.
Papa got a call and the next moment my smile vanished hearing the name "no!!!....no...fear crawling on my skin. I started shivering in fear when all those images came in front of my eyes. What if this time..." someone shook me by the shoulder and I came out from the nightmare which still never let me sleep peacefully.
Papa observed my face carefully and asked "Riti..are you okay. ....is something wrong? Why are you sweating so much? If you're not well then take some rest we'll handle these work"
This fear of mine never left me that why I am never able to tell the truth to my parents. I don't know what they're gonna do if they came to know about that.
I shook my head as no and went to my room as I have to keep my fear in check or else it will be more difficult for me to answer my parents question.
I heard mummy calling Moksh to come downstairs so he can help her with the rest of the preparations.
I took a deep breath and exhaled after a while and repeated the same process a few more times. When I felt that I'm ready to go .....I heard the voice I never wanted to hear in my life again.
I inhaled deeply and mustered all the fortitude I could muster to face my nightmare. I recognised my cousins Chachu and Chachi as I entered the hallway. Amber and Khushi were enjoying their conversation with Moksh.
Please God, assist me.I must not let my fear to rule me. I can feel their hawk eyes following my every move from a distance. It caused my body to feel paralysed, keeping me still at my place.
As soon as Brownie spotted unfamiliar faces in the home, he began to bark at them. He wouldn't allow anyone to speak, so Mummy begged me to calm him down. I tried to behave as normal as possible.
I met Chachu and Chachi and carried Brownie to my cousins. He suddenly turned to face the front entrance as though he were waiting for someone. I chuckled at his antics as he kept staring at the door just as Mahesh uncle and his family arrived.
They all gathered and once more expressed their congratulations on our new home. Everyone here is from the Agnihotri family except Anarth. I briefly lose track of my nightmare.
All the ladies got busy with teaching Bhavya bhabhi what to eat or not and how to take care of herself. My mother asked me to call Pandit Ji, but he arrived before I could do so.
Finally the hawan started and we all prayed to God to bless our home and take away all the bad energies. I felt someone's eyes on me.
It didn't feel weird as I felt before when those hawk eyes creeped the shit out of me but it felt safe. I opened my right eye to look around and see the most gorgeous man in front of me, Mr. Anagh Agnihotri.
One thing I did not understand was that this boy is very handsome, why whenever he walks like this, my heart feels restless...as if it is participating in a race. Is it normal to feel like this?
I focused my attention back on the puja and prayed to God to give me strength to face the human being that haunts me till today. To be under the roof with him is as if you have been locked in a room with poisonous gas.
I can still feel his disgusting eyes on me. Someone nudged their shoulder to mine ....I turned to look at the person and I met with an idiot like the grinning face of Anarth.
He has some serious issues with me I guess......since yesterday he's been doing all the things to irritate me. I so wanted to bang his head on the walls but I don't want to ruin my house walls.
Finally hawan completed and Pandit asked my father to take Gangaajal and sprinkle all around the house. My father did the same and went to complete the task.
Mummy asked Pandit Ji to tie Raksha Sutra to Bhavya bhabhi as she stepped into motherhood and to protect her from evil eyes. (Indian families are very superstitious, you know).
Papa came back and took blessings from Pandit Ji and escorted him to the gate.
We all settled down in the hall and I went to the kitchen to arrange Prasad and food mummy made for everyone. But the first thing I noticed was that person is no longer present here in the hall.
I did a happy dance in my mind thinking he left. I happily arranged food and served to everyone but while serving that idiot Anarth my hand trembled and the spoon fell on my suit. Arghhhh.....it feels like deja vu . The same thing happened yesterday when I was serving him dinner.
I apologised and went to change my clothes. I came into my room and started rummaging through my clothes to find something comfy. I spotted a chikankari kurti and white palazzo pants. As I turned around those pairs of clothes fell from my hand and I rooted at my place.
He's here in my room ........my breathing becomes laboured and sweat forms on my forehead. My room is filled with his dark aura and it looks like I'm stuck in a congested place.
"What happened to my little doll....is something bothering you or I say my presence?" He asked with his menace voice. He tried to touch my cheek but I slapped his hand away.
"D...don't....t..t..touch..mm...me." I couldn't control the trembling of my mouth. As if words are not ready to come out. I placed my hand on my chest and started rubbing it.
Seeing my condition he left from there. I silently cried, clutching my heart. It's aching due to the pain I'm feeling. My parent's aware of my panic attacks they tried to take me to a psychiatrist but I refused to go and said they think of me as a mental patient.....in order to stop them.
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Hey lovelies 😘💕,
It's been a long time since I updated the chapter but as I'm busy with some work I didn't get time to update soon.
This chapter is quite disturbing but it plays a major role in this whole story.
Not every smiling person is happy ....who knows if they are hiding something traumatized past behind their smiles.
What do you think who that person is?....and why she's afraid of him so much?
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