Love Uncharted : Unknown Territories Of Love

CHAPTER 19

Dedicated to my beautiful reader @sassynoor 💕

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3rd person's pov:

Three months later,

Life is unpredictable. You never know what happens next. If life were a book, you couldn't skip any chapters. And what comes next can never be known. Some of us love rain, and we all know that the season will soon change, but we still enjoy it. That's why you should enjoy all your happy moments to the fullest.

"Life is not a bed of roses, and if it is, you have to be prepared for the thorns as well," she read somewhere, and now she wondered what they had become. Can't we tear out the chapters with ugly pages? She wasn't prepared for this. It had been three long months after that beautiful night, and everything changed. Where were those moments? Was it all just a dream? It was too real to be a dream.

"Mumma," a grumpy voice called for her attention.

"You're my brave boy, right? It will hurt just a little. Just close your eyes, okay." She neatly cleaned the wound with antiseptic and bandaged his knee. Though it wasn't a big wound, it still hurt. I am such a failure, she thought. She forgot to notice the figure that stood behind her. He glared at her and waited for the toddler to go.

"Breakfast?" she asked in a low voice, as if she was walking on ice that could break at any moment.

"No, what I saw has already filled my stomach," he said, in a rush. All he wanted was, to ignore her.

"What did I do?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. Am I wrong? Was I the reason? What exactly is my fault? Her heart just wanted confirmation, because her true self already had the answer.

"Really? How can you be so careless? How can you be so irresponsible?" he asked, his voice rising.

She tried to explain, "I was busy in the kitchen. I made sure he was sleeping. I don't know how he fell and got hurt. Kids play and get hurt, it's normal. I know it was a mistake. But how can I keep juggling from kitchen to room? I have other work too."

But he wasn't ready to listen. He went out without another word, too busy to afford another argument. At least not now.

She prepared simple daal and rice, feeding Aryan with love. He was enjoying his time, unaware of the changes around him.

"Just one more bite, okay?" she coaxed, but Aryan was stubborn. With a mischievous grin, he ran away, his laughter echoing through the mansion.

She chased after him, knowing he loved this game. Finally, after a few minutes, he tired, and Mishti won the battle.

As she glanced at her phone, she realized it was 4:00 pm, and lunch was long overdue. Her stomach growled, and she knew she had to eat for her own sake. She finished her meal, washing her plate with a sense of inadequacy.

Meanwhile, Ekansh was a ticking time bomb in hospital, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

Later, Mishti fed Aryan vegetable khichdi, recalling the times she had served the same flavors to Ekansh. Food had a way of evoking memories, didn't it? After feeding Aryan, she forced herself to eat a few spoons, just to appease her hunger.

Now came the challenging part - putting Aryan to sleep.

"Come, Aru, let's sleep," she said, sitting him on the bed. His baby blue nightwear accentuated his cuteness.

"First, story," he kept his demand for negotiating.

"Okay," she covered him with a blanket and started reciting a story.