chapter 7

307 21 0
                                    

Armaan and others, came in with their foods and served respectively. After all that chaos, everything finally settled in. Everyone got their food and enjoyed eating.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it. Maybe you can work as the manager here, I often have to go out and there is no one to manage" sure I can do that, but who is he to decide my employment like that? "Ok, but where do I have to interview?" He chuckled "I'm the owner silly! You're in!" I made an o face.

Something hugged my legs "Mumma, your voice is so good" I feel really vulnerable when he calls me mumma, I never got a chance to listen to that word from my Pari "thank you" I just smiled.

"Where do you live?" This is what I was scared about, what should I say? "I-i-i ran away from home...." this should be enough right? "Oh, then live with us" I was shocked "I meant, in my house, I have two rooms other than mine and Ahir's , we can live like roommates" I have no place to go, so this is my only option. "Okay".

_________________________________________

I was shown my room, it was cute to be honest. "Mumma, your baby left you right? I will become your baby" Ahir is so cute, "you can act like her mom if you want, he never had a mother, and from what you said, your child...." Armaan was standing near the door,he as afraid to use the word died. That ray of sunshine in the darkness was so tempting. Ahir left as someone called him "so...? What should I tell him" Armaan nudged "ye-NO! NEVER!" I was about to agree but I declined, how could I? I fell on the bed shaking my head "why?" He was confused why I was panicking so much "How can I? I was the one..." I started to shake and cry. Words were stuck on my throught. Armaan sat near me and tried to calm me down "relax! You what?" I looked at him while crying ugly " I.....killed my child, I was the reason she died" He was shocked but took care of the situation swiftly.

"No mother is responsible for it's child's death, and that applies to you as well, I may not know you for long, but from what I have seen, you can never kill someone" He said while cupping my face "but-" "no buts" He stood up and guided me ro the dining table "let me cheer you up with my special gutargoo hairs" huh? "Gutar...goo.....hairs? Is that a dish?" I wiped my tears in curiosity. "PB are you making gutargoo hairs?!" Ahir came in with slight excitement. "PB?" Armaan chuckled as Ahir sat down "to answer your questions, yes it's a dish, when I was small I named it like that, don't ask me why, idk either. And PB is what Ahir calls me, Short form of Papa Bro" I was still curious why he calls his father Papa Bro but I didn't. I shouldn't.

We ate our dinners and went to bed. The food was delicious. But...

Find : love[UNEDITED]Where stories live. Discover now