𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 ✔️

Epilogue

Epilogue

(Three years later)

Ishita

“Maa!” Nia yelled as she jumped onto my back from behind while I was putting on red lipstick.

“What's this behavior, Nia?” I laughed and drew her small body in front of me. The little girl has grown so tall, she has Sania’s features if I look closely, but prettier than both of us sisters combined.

“I can't wait to meet Dad!” She exclaims, excitedly, clutching the waist belt of my black dress. I put her hands down after placing a small kiss on both of them.

“Me too. But let me get ready first.” I said, drawing a tissue paper and wiping off the spoiled color over my lip line, “Is your sister awake?” I asked.

“Not yet. She sleeps like a baby.” Nia cutely complained.

“She’s a baby, my darling. Go and stay with her,” I told her and she ran away as she grabbed a pink lipstick from my cosmetic pouch and she thought I didn't notice it. I shook away my head, laughing. This girl is also makeup obsessed like me.

I quickly braided my hair to one side and wore a net cap. Once I felt I was ready. My eyes went to the two photo frames I kept near the dressing table. Damien, me and Nia. And on the other hand, it was Nia and Damhita. Damien and my daughter together. I didn't know I was a month pregnant when I lost him in that fire.

My parents wanted me to abort the child and get married to someone else and start a proper family. I knew if I hadn't left their house sooner, they would have found ways to get rid of our unborn baby.

I couldn't stay with Hardy either. Despite how hard he tried to convince me, he can give me a better life. I just couldn't bring myself to trust him. Whatever happened that day, I knew Damien wouldn't attempt a suicide at the cost of burning the mansion where he had his memories attached as Hardy wrote in the police report.

It was a planned murder. What I couldn't understand was why Damien never left that place when he had a chance. He isn't  a man who will give up easily.

“Mama, Hita woke up!” Nia shouted from the other room, breaking my thought process. Our home is way too small, it is a two bedroom apartment, it is one of the properties that Damien had left for us. If I wanted I’d have chosen a bigger home, but I don't wanna stay anywhere that will constantly make me feel lonely without his presence.

“Coming!” I replied and immediately grabbed my purse on my way out. Nia was holding Damhita the same way her late father would have done to hush her down. No matter what anyone says. Nia has carried Damien’s personality better even if she doesn't carry his blood.

I am proud to see a mini version of my late husband. “Give her to me.” I said, grasping my youngest daughter into my arms. I led them outside to his car. It's a shame, I never learnt to drive a car when he was with me. I wonder how he would have reacted watching me drive his favorite and most expensive car away on streets.

After an hour of driving to the cemetery, we walked towards his grave. To say, he has a resting place, but his body was never found. According to investigators, it might have burnt into ashes along with other things in that room where he was stuck. I don't believe them. I never have.

But it has been three years and this stupid assumption now looks like a possibility. As we dropped the flowers over his grave, Nia closed her eyes and began to pray. I had nothing much to say other than confessing as many times as I could that how much I loved him and I’ll continue to do so until my last breath.

“Shall we return?” I asked the girls. Hita and Nia nodded their heads while waving their father a farewell. I dropped Nia to school and brought Hita with me to my office. I am an owner of the salon, the place which Damien had bought for me as my birthday gift. He wanted to see me as a professional makeup artist and I didn't disappoint one of his few wishes that I was aware of through the Will he made.

While my daughter is asleep, I easily go and keep an eye on the ladies who work with me. They all are very cooperative and well-trained in their professions. Without them, we wouldn't have been top rated salons in the state.

As the dusk appeared in the sky, I picked up Nia and returned home with both of them. The girls don't eat much at night due to bloating issues, so I always cook less  but healthy food for dinner and call it a night.

Once I freshened up and changed my clothes into my nightwear, I headed to sleep. I wasn't sleepy today. I didn't know why I was having a weird feeling inside my chest like something is odd and I can't pinpoint it.

I signed and tossed and turned my body until I found comfort, though the sleep never greeted my eyes. Then I heard some strange sound coming from somewhere.

“It might be mice.” I said to myself. I was too tired to go and see. But I knew we had nothing that thieves would come for. Suddenly, I felt like I saw a silhouette moving across the room on the small light provided by the moon on the walls around me.

It was enough to get me all panicked and nervous, “Who's there?! Please, we got nothing in this house! Leave us alone!” I yelled, but in a mindful tone so my scared voice doesn't alert my girls as well.

“Do you really want me to go?” Came an awfully familiar voice. The tension is now replaced by the confusion of the situation, my heart raced in excitement and anticipation.

“It can't be possible. I must be hallucinating,” I mumbled, trying to calm down my hopes. There have been times when I used to feel like he was here, with us. He is watching me from afar. I used to feel like I heard his voice or saw a thing or two from the bedroom moving from here to there. I thought Nia was pulling a prank. But when I confirmed it wasn't her. I decided to go to a therapist to heal myself before I go crazy.

And exactly after a year, I am hearing and seeing those things again. However, it is feeling so real that I couldn't understand if my brain is playing with my feelings because of my exhaustion or, “You look beautiful when scared.” I made no move as I gulped a saliva down my throat. Deliberately, a shadow manifested in the thin light but I saw it all.

A man who must be over six feet was wearing a jacket and jeans. I couldn't see his feet, but the sound his boots were making told me, he was wearing high mountain boots. Then, he leaned at my height, he didn't move an inch as if he wanted to tell me that he means no harm.

I extended my hand to take the scarf off his features. The same champagne eyes greeted me with the same love. I couldn't help the tear escape my eye, even tho more than half of his face and I guess even some parts of his body were brutally burnt, his beauty never faded.

I kissed his disfigured lips like it was a dream that would fade away when I opened my eyes. He kissed me back, strongly, “Damien. You came. You came back for us.” I talked between our kisses.

“Won't you introduce me to our second daughter, Ishita?” And I knew that exact moment, all of my worries and loneliness had gone forever, the love of my life had returned and brought happiness along with him into our small lives.

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