Diya - His Unexpected Angel ✅

CHAPTER - 49

Arun's POV:

I came out of the home where I was reborn and walked aimlessly on the street between the street lights, my eyes forming tears continuously. When Appa asked about the kiss, I was frozen. It was totally unexpected. I didn't know how they came to know about it. But when they asked, I accepted it because it was the truth. Because of that truth, I lost a beautiful family. The hands which held my hands and led me inside their home, now slapped me and pushed me out of their home.

I didn't take their slaps seriously. Just like I accepted their love, I accepted their slaps too. They had the right to slap me. But their words hurted me brutally. They told me not to disturb their family hereafter. Without them, I didn't know where to go and live peacefully just like I lived in the past 4 to 5 months.

Diya's words, "God might have taken away your family. But he gave you our family na. We will be with you always," flashed in my mind and I smiled sarcastically, wiping my tears which were hiding my view.

I thought to call Diya and tell her about this. She only could be able to heal the hurt I received, I thought and I took out my mobile. When I was about to dial her, her own words, "Truly speaking, even if my parents tell me to die at this moment, I will die happily." flashed in my mind.

Appa's words, "If I arranged a marriage for you, I would have spoiled a girl's life by arranging marriage with a pervert like you."

I knew Diya loves me, though she didn't confess it yet. But our love can't succeed in front of their family, I thought. No parents would be ready to give their daughter to a person like me after knowing about my past, I knew. This was the reality which hitted me hard only now. I realised I was in a dreamland all these days.

If I continue talking with Diya and grow her love more, it would only create problems between their beautiful family, I thought and decided not to disturb her and her family hereafter, as they wanted.

I believed, Diya would forget me easily and carry on her life, if her parents advised her to do so, as she respected her parents more than anyone in this world. Now, I was left alone on the road again, only with the memories of my little Diya.

This was the reason I was not getting close with anyone. I knew, No one will be with me forever. When my own mother left me, who can be with me forever? I knew. Yet, I fell for Diya and her family's love and got attached to them. Got emotionally attached to them. Now, it was hurting.

The emotional attachment seemed to be the worst attachment ever which was crushing my heart now. I passed the last one week itself like an era without Diya in front of my eyes. Now, she was completely gone...far away from me. Not only she, her family too went far away from me. I couldn't even think what I am going to do hereafter. All my nerves were craving for alcohol again to forget everything whatever happened in the last five months. But my promise on Diya stopped me from taking alcohol.

I walked like a dead body, my heart aching to the core and as I reached the nearby bus stop, I sat down on a chair, covering my face with my palms and cried silently without even bothering about the public place. I didn't know how many people were there at the bus stop, and looked at me with puzzle and developed their own stories about me.

Suddenly I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and I heard a girl child's voice, "Uncle, Are you crying?"

I wiped my tears before unveiling my face and looked at the small child of about 4 to 5 years old.

"Sara... You should not talk with strangers like this." Her mother pulled the child away from me.

"Amma, he is crying Maa. I think he is hungry. I too cry when I am hungry. Shall we call him to our home and give food for him?" The innocent child asked her mother.