THEIR UNWANTED MARRIAGE

PART 41

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4 years later

Arohi's POV:

"Congratulations, Arohi, your design has been selected. You will be designing for the show this time," the room echoed with applause as everyone congratulated me.

I rose from my seat, shaking hands with my manager. Eva and Jules enveloped me in a hug.

"You did it, babe," Eva said with a grin.

"I knew you'd be selected. Now we'll work with the coolest designs," Jules exclaimed excitedly, as Leia, our manager, chuckled at our enthusiasm.

"Okay, okay, guys, enough. Let me breathe," I chuckled, trying to catch my breath amidst their excitement.

"Your designs are really good, Arohi," Max said with a warm smile.

"Thank you, Max," I replied, feeling a sense of pride in my work.

"Um, Arohi, would you like to go out tonight?" Max asked hesitantly.

I raised a brow at his question, chuckling softly. "I'm sorry, Max, I am really busy. Some other time, surely," I replied politely

As I made my way to my cabin, I immersed myself in my work, going through designs and plans. Time seemed to slip away as I lost myself in the intricacies of my projects. Checking the time I realized it was already 5 o'clock. Packing my belongings, I bid bye to my colleagues before stepping out into the gentle London breeze.

"Abhishek," I heard someone shout, and my body tensed at the sound of that name. Shivers ran down my spine as memories flooded back. Slowly, I turned around to see two boys, and I released the breath I didn't know I was holding.

Taking deep breaths to calm myself, I boarded the bus, settling into the window seat and gazing out at the passing scenery.

4 years. It had been four years since I left everything behind – my family, my friends, and my husband, Abhishek Mehra. A sad smile tugged at my lips as I remembered them. I missed them all – my parents, my grandparents, Ashu, Nikhil, Riti, Varun, Sameer, and him. Memories of our time together flooded my mind, bringing a mix of emotions – love, longing, and nostalgia.

I remember the day I left home, with nowhere to go but the airport. The confirmation from London University for a student exchange program had been sitting in my inbox, but I ignored it until then. I had enough savings to buy a ticket, I took a leap of faith and landed in this new city. Luck favored me, and I landed an internship with a renowned designer, eventually securing a job.

Everything was going smoothly there in Mumbai. Finally we were making progress in our marriage but then my life turned upside down. A lone tear escaped my eye. The bus came to stop, getting down I move towards my apartment.

Arriving at my apartment, I longed to hug my parents and tell them how much I missed and loved them. Though I had made friends in London, none could fill the void left of Riti and Sameer. I wondered what they were doing now, and if he remembered me, or if he had moved on with his life, building a family of his own. I wish if I could just forget him...

"MUMMA" "MUMMA"

I smile to myself, I guess I can never forget him, when I have got these two little reminders of him that are always with me. I smile looking at my babies who are running towards me and bend down to engulf them in a hug.

"How many times have I told you, don't run like this" and they both smile sheepishly and kiss my cheeks and run away. I laugh at them. Like father like kids.