Chapter 29

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He came out of the room after the kids left. By the door, he saw a woman in salwar kameez, standing outside the door. Her back was towards him so he couldn't see her face. He looked carefully and found that she was trying to remove her dupatta stuck on a nail in the door.

He didn't recognize her, so he asked,"Kaun? Kise dhund rahi hai aap?"
She was quiet and didn't reply to him.
He asked again, "Kuch chahiye aap ko? Main kuch pooch raha hun aap se? Aap thik hain? Hello, Mam. Are you hearing me?
She slowly turned and he saw her face.

His heart skipped a beat the moment he saw her. He couldn't believe she was standing right in front of her.

Khushi.. my Khushi.. it's you.. oh! It is you.

She blinked twice, bit her lower lip and said, "Is this you? Like really you?"
Her voice brought him back to the present. He remembered everything. His eyes turned cold.
She said, "It is you.. It is you.. Rishu... Rishab!"

The name opened the old wounds. With a still face, he came closer to her and said, "There's no one by that name here. Aap ko galat femi hui hai. Please Mam, leave."
He removed the dupatta stuck on his door and closed it right on her face.

He stood there leaning by the door. His hands and feet were trembling.
"Rishab, I know it's you. I.. please open the door. Come out, just once."
She said from the other side.

His head started reeling and his breath was rapid. He realized his knees were getting weaker and he couldn't stand any longer. He slowly sat down by the door. He pulled his knees closer to his chest, wrapped his arms around them and held himself. He wanted to scream but he just sat there. He was trembling as tears rolled down his face. He could still hear her, begging him to open the door and crying on the other side.

He had no idea for how long he sat there. Suddenly he realized something. He wiped his face. Holding the wall he got up and walked inside. He fell on his knees on the floor. Holding the wall again, he got up and went into the bedroom. He picked up his backpack, lying at the corner. He haphazardly picked whatever he could lay his hands on and shoved them inside it. He had to leave immediately before anyone else came. He opened the door and saw her sitting on the stairs.

Khushi got up and stood in front of him.
He tried to remain calm and he said, "Wh.. what are you doing here? I told you to leave. Go."
She didn't reply but she kept gazing at the familiar looking man.
"You need to leave. Just.. go."
She muttered, "Rishab.. you can't go away again,"

Khushi took a step towards him and he immediately took a step back.
"Madam, I am Marvik Singh. Aap ka Rishab.. main nahi hun koi.. Rishab. Kindly leave my path, I have some urgent work."
She said, "Naam badalne se, sakal badha lene se, tumhe kya main nahi pehchanu gi? Malvika Singhania se tumne apna naam Marvik Singh rakha hai. I know it very well."

He shook his head and said, "You are wrong. I don't know any Rishab or Malvika.. Just step aside. I have to leave."
"Phir se bhag rahe ho?" She took a few steps towards him and said, "Nahi. Tum kahin nahi jao ge. I won't let you disappear again."
"You are mad."

He walked past her and she grabbed his wrist. He immediately took it back. He took a few steps back and screamed at her, "Don't... How dare you! You have no right to touch me.. STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
Khushi had tears in her eyes but she smiled, "There's proof that you are Rishab. Dr.Rishab Khurana. He hates my touch. Once upon a time, he used to ask me to hold him, never let him go but now he hates my touch."

Rishab gazed at her and with disgust in his eyes, he said, "Yes. Dr.Rishab Khurana used to beg you to hold him. He craved your touch, your love and attention. But you killed him. He died with his ... This guy, here, hates your touch. He hates you, Dr.Khushi Chopra. I hate you. So just f*** off!"

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