Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 68: Moments

Manvi and Sharda entered the ICU quietly, their presence bringing a mix of relief and warmth to the somber atmosphere. Sharda approached Aarav and gently placed her hand on his head, caressing it with tenderness. Her voice carried a mother's love and happiness.

"Tumhe iss tarah dekhke mujhe kitni Khushi ho rahi hai, beta," she said softly, her eyes brimming with tears of both sorrow and joy.

Aarav managed a small smile at her touch, grateful for her comforting presence. His gaze then shifted to Manvi, who stood beside him. With a gesture of respect, he folded his hands in front of her, a gesture of humility and gratitude.

"Thank you, meri beti ko wapas laane ke liye. Mujhe yakeen tha, tum hi usey dhoondh ke laa sakti thi," he expressed sincerely, his voice filled with appreciation and acknowledgment.

Manvi touched his hand gently, her eyes reflecting empathy and understanding. "Nahi, Aaravji. Mujhe 'thank you' kehke sharminda mat kijiye."

"I am sorry mujhe tum par party mein sabke saamne thappad nahi marna chahiye tha.. lekin sauteli maa.." Aarav's voice trailed off as memories of that painful incident resurfaced. He remembered the tumultuous emotions that had engulfed him when Khushi had asked him to accept Manvi as her stepmother.

"Aaravji, aapko koi safai dene ki zaroorat nahi hai," Manvi interrupted gently, her voice reassuring. "Sharda kaki ne mujhe sab bata diya hai aur sab jaanne ke baad main bas itna kahungi ki aap ek achhe insaan hain."

Aarav looked at Manvi with a genuine smile, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Manvi, tumne meri beti ko mere paas laake mujhe phir se zindagi di hai. Main umar bhar tumhara sukharguzar rahunga."

Khushi, standing nearby, felt overwhelmed with emotion at her father's words. She moved closer to him and hugged him from behind, her voice trembling with sincerity and love.

"Dadda... Aap best ho!" she whispered, her words filled with affection and a plea. "Please promise me aaj se aap apna koi emotion nahi chhupaoge! Ye ruthless hone ka natak nahi karoge, please Dadda... Mere sweet se, innocent se Dadda ban jao."

Aarav gently touched her arm, his own tears escaping down his cheeks. "Khushi, main tumhe jhootha wada nahi kar sakta par main koshish karunga..."

Khushi smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. Meanwhile, Manvi stood by, deeply moved by the bond between father and daughter, witnessing the raw emotions and the healing that was taking place before her eyes.

In that moment, the ICU seemed to transform into a haven of reconciliation and renewal, where wounds of the past were being addressed with honesty and forgiveness, and where love was rekindling the hope for a brighter future together. The doctor and nurse, observing from a respectful distance, exchanged silent nods, understanding the profound significance of this family's journey towards healing.

"Chaliye, ab main chalti hun, aap apna khayal rakhiye," Manvi said softly, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and reassurance. She stood by Aarav's side in the ICU, her presence a calming presence amidst the emotional turmoil.

Aarav nodded, grateful for Manvi's understanding and support.

Manvi turned to Khushi, her expression softening with affection. "Aur Khushi, ab main umeed karti hun tum apne Dadda ko kabhi akela nahi chodogi," she said gently, placing a comforting hand on Khushi's shoulder.

Khushi's eyes glistened with determination and love as she looked at her father. "Kabhi nahi dost! Dadda ka main khayal rakhungi," she promised, her voice filled with sincerity and devotion.

She tucked her head against his shoulder, and Aarav was overwhelmed with emotion. He felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over him as he saw the love and commitment shining in Khushi's eyes. There was no trace of the past misunderstandings or hurt—only a deep bond of affection and trust that strengthened with each passing moment.