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After few days.....

Everything was going great. YN started feeling like she was in her own family. She never felt the feeling of emptiness.

About her and taehyung.....their love made everyone to doubt on themselves. Both never hesitated to shower each other with love.

But now it was time for destiny to turn the tables. Time that this peaceful story to take unpleasant turn where the Mohabbat will be changed with hate.

It was morning time and Mrs Singhania was going near kitchen but some sounds that were coming from the kitchen made her stop.

She frowned and slowly went in to see Neelam was crying while holding the kitchen counter.

"Neelam kya hua tujhe" (Neelam what happened to you)

She said going near her and placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Kya batau madam aapko....meri behen ko uski bahu nai ghr sai nikal diya"  (what should I say Ma'am......daughter in law of my sister kicked her out of the house)

She said while tears were flowing down her cheeks meanwhile her statement ringed in mrs singhania mind.

"Bahut achhi banti thi wo....or wo ladke ki pasand thi par fir bhi apne rang dikha gyi wo" (she used to portray herself as a very nice girl....and she was the boy's choice but still she showed her true colours)

She looked at mrs singhania with a wicked smile as she could sense that she was in deep thinking.

"Madam aap thik hai" (ma'am are you fine)

She said in a concerned voice bringing her back from the dreamland.

"Haan..mujhe kaam hai mai aati hu" (yeah...I have work I should go)

Mrs Singhania said with a deep sigh and went from there leaving a smirking women behind.

"Chingari toh lag chuki hai or jald hi YN ki zindagi mai sirf aag hogi" (spark is set and soon YN's life will be filled with fire)

She smirked at her evil thoughts.

Anjali came in the garden and sat on the benche with her hand on her heart as it was paining like hell.

She trust on her son...she trust her daughter in law...but maid's words were ringing in her mind like it was telling her something.

A tear escaped her eyes while she quickly wiped it.

She joined her hands and closed her eyes and start communicating with the almighty god.

"Bhagwan ji mujhe apne bete par poora bharosa hai or uski pasand par bhi....aap apna hath mere parivaar par rakhna or buri nazar sai bachakar rkhna" (god I trust my son and his choice....I want you to keep your hand over my family and protect them from devil eyes)

She said opened her eyes only to see a view which mesmerised her eyes.

YN was in Tahir's arm and both were smiling like idiots.

She got up and went towards her.

"Kya hua sab theek" (what happened everything's fine)

She said she could notice a glimpse of pain in her eyes.

"Kuch ni mumma yai bhaag rhi thi....or iski ankle twist ho gyi" (nothing mom she was running....and she twisted her ankle)

He said trying to control his laugh while YN looked at him with glare. Anjali stood there not understanding anything.

"Nhi mumma yai jhooth bol rhe hai...inhone bola tha race krne ko or mai gir gyi" (no mom he is lying....he told me to do a race)

Anjali looked at both of them with disbelief.

"Tum bachhe ho kya" (are you a kid)

She said looking at Tahir.

"Mumma mai apni class mai hamesha first aata tha race mai but yai maan nhi rhi thi...bas frr aage aapko pta hi hoga" (mom I used come first in race every time but she didn't tend to believe me...so you know the rest)

Mrs Singhania looked at them with disbelief while YN felt embarrassed with her position in front of her mother in law.

But Tahir's next words changed her mood.

"Mumma ab jaane do mere hath dukh rhe hai" (mom now let us go my hands are paining)

She nodded while YN slapped on his chest making him burst out in laughter.

Anjali smiled at them.

"Not everyone is same"

















To be continued.......

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