Warning ⚠️ Contain some disturbing scenes .Escaper if you are not comfortable.
A/N This chapter is not easy for me to write . I have to reassess many a times and I even thought to drop the idea. But still I am writing because this is important for the development of the story and many links are connected to it. Even after completing this part , I am still feeling heaviness in my heart. For those who are reading please vote.
And Today is chance of double update If I get enough response.
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Ananya's whole body trembles , her breath becomes uneven and her eyes widen in disbelief .She looks at him aghast .
BALVEER's swords has pierced the skin of his parents , snatching their life from themselves. She walks backward in a jolt when Smita and Mahesh fall on the ground like some lifeless doll. His hand is holding the sword that bathed with blood of the people whose hand he had held with his tiny hands. His hands are coloured with the blood of his mother whose hand used to feed him with love . His hands are coloured with blood of his father whose hand never tired from picking up in his lap.
"Maa" Ananya runs towards Smita like a insane person .She falls on her knees ." Maa....." She shakes her violently. She turns towards Mahesh who is lying beside Smita, holding her hand .
"Papa....Papa..." She crawls towards him and shakes him too. She doesn't know how loud she is shouting .She just know that the people who are lying lifeless in front of her , were the one who filled her life with happiness, love and affection. These were the people who made her ,their own to that much extent that the totally unfamiliar house becomes her home. Tears flows on her cheeks uncontrablly as she called them continuously while shouting out aloud .Her throat starts hurting but she hadn't stopped only in hope to hear some reply from them
"Anu" His voice falls on her ears as she felt the weight of her arms on her shoulder.She looks up with bloodshed red eyes "Mummy Papa so chuke hai . Tumhare chikhne se nhi jagenge." He speaks .
She shoved his hand angrily as if it is burning on her skin and stands up in swift and hold his neck in her grab.
"KYUU???" she shouted piercing her finger in his skin . For the first time in her life ,she really wants to take his life with her own hand ."Tum to kitna pyar karte the Mummy Papa se"
"Mai ab bhi karta hu Anu " He speaks looking in her eyes ." Bahut pyar karta hu. Per mai kya karta ? KAMZORI BAN GAYE THE WO MERI" He speaks looking at her with pleading eyes as if he is hoping her to understand.
"Mere dushman fayda uthate meri iss Kamzori ka .Baar baar bebas kar dete mujhe. TUM HI BATAO KAISE HONE DE SAKTA HU MAI. EK ACHCHA YODHA APNI KAMZORI KO REHNE NHI DE SAKTA "
"Kamzori?" She looks at him in disbelief Her grip loosen from his neck ."Jin logo ko tum Kamjori keh rahe ho un logo ne apni kamzoriyon se lad kar tumhe pala tha..." She shouted while holding his collar " Apni Beti ke maut ka Karan samajhne ke baad bhi nafrat nhi kiya un logo ne tumse .Tumhe apne liye khatra manne ke baad bhi maut ke muh se bachaya tha Papa ne tumhe. Palko per bitha kar rakhte the tumhe. Unke pyar ke badle ye Mila hai unhe" She shouted at top of her voice.
He blinks while looking at her for some seconds and then chuckles as if something really funny has happened.
"Kamal hai, Aaj ek din me do do filmi situation create ho gayi hai " He said in his casual tone and again chuckles.
"Matlab sach me Ana .Tum lecture de Rahi ho. " He rolls his eyes with smile on his face ."Tumhe kya lag raha hai ki wo T.V serials ki tarah mera hriday parivartan hone wala hai"
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