Broken Pieces✔

38. Home

[Ishani's POV...]

"Where are you taking me Ayaansh?" I asked him as he lead  me through and empty road and when we reached the place, I froze.

It was that warehouse.

That empty warehouse from where it all began.

It seemed like I was in a loop of time. I was back where all my misery began and ruined my life slowly and gradually.

I gripped his hand tighter "W-Why are we here?"

He kissed the side of my head "To end the misery"

I looked at him, confused "I-I don't want to go in there"

"Do you trust me?" He asked looking in my eyes.

"More than I trust myself"

"Then just come with me okay?" I nodded. I would trust this man even in the middle of the fire.

He lead me inside the warehouse and every single painful memory came back towards me. It was like an eternal loop.

And then I heard a voice. Like a painful whimper of the man I hate the most.

I recognized that voice immediately and anger gripped me as Ayaansh opened the door.

Shitij Rajwansh sat there with a bruised face and tied hands. He was stuck in this room. He looked weak, bruised, pained but I didn't feel a single ounce of sympathy. Not one bit.

My jaw clenched when he looked at me with a pathetic pleading look "I-Ishani...I'm sorry okay? Let me go please!"

"He is yours to kill love. I won't interfere." Ayaansh pressed a kiss on my shoulder before taking a few steps back.

"You were involved in killing my son, weren't you?" I asked scoffing.

"I-It was Akshay's idea not mine-"

"Were you involved?"

"Yes."

I looked around and saw an iron rod at the corner, my husband saw where I was looking and smirked before giving me the rod "Here you go."

I looked at the man in front of me and tears welled up in my eyes "You are a monster Shitij. And you don't even deserve a peaceful death."

I hit the rod on his head once as the blood dripped down his temple.

This one was for Aria.

Then another hit as he groaned and struggled around like a fish out of water.

Then another as he gasped out for air.

Then another.

And another.

And I continued slamming the rod on his head till my eyes teared up and he was covered in blood from head to toe.

I gasped and the rod clattered on the ground.

He was still alive but unmoving, I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest as his eyes opened weakly.

I watched as he struggled to breathe, gaping for air and flapping himself like a caged puppy. I watched as he begged for help but there wasn't any.

And for some reason it felt satisfying.

I just watched as he gasped out but stopped struggling after a few minutes as his lungs stopped functioning.

There was one last glimpse of his eyes before it was gone.

He was dead. The cause of all my problems and pain was gone.

All of it came crashing down on me like waves as I broke down into sobs.

The way I felt so overwhelmed was justified but in that moment I felt so so terrible. 

I felt my husbands strong arms surround me as he pulled me into his chest tightly. My fingers gripped on his T-shirt tightly as I sobbed into his chest while he stroked my hair.

"Shh...It's okay, you can cry. Let it all out jaan." The warmth in his voice made me calm down just a little but the pain overpowered the warmth and I was a crying mess again.

"I know it hurts baby...I know you feel terrible but it'll be okay. It will take time it'll be okay. You have me and we'll get through it together." He spoke as his fingers glided through my hair at a gentle pace.

He was right.

I have him and I'll be okay.

If we are together then we can be okay. We will be okay.

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One month later...

"Isha... stop working" He grumbled under his breath as he slumped down on the bed.

"Two minutes" And exactly two minutes later I shut my laptop and laid down beside him on the bed.

He sighed in relief and laid his head on my lap making me chuckle.

I ran my fingers through his hair with a chuckle and caressed his cheek softly.

"Mere saath bohot zyada nainsaafi ho rahi hai. You give your laptop more attention than me." He grumbled under his breath and buried his face in my stomach making me laugh.

"Oh god, are you seriously jealous of my Laptop?"

"Yes, tum meri hi ho bas." Even though he said it as a playful jab. I knew it was true. I was only his and no one else's.

"Tumhari hi hoon aur kisi ki nahi" I stroked his hair as he relaxed under my touch and sighed softly.

"How are you feeling Isha?" I knew what he meant by this question and I smiled softly.

I have been a lot more better than before. I went to Therapy regularly, I communicate with Ayaansh when something goes wrong instead of overthinking.

By some magical reason, Ayaansh has the solution to my every problem whether it is some work-related issue, some sickness related, some problem in the family, or basically just my emotional distress. He always has a solution.

"I've been better than before...I've been good to be honest." I smiled lightly and leaned down to peck his lips.

He smiled at my genuine answer and got up to sit beside me as I kept my head on his shoulder.

"How are you?" I asked him.

"I've never been better before."

"Really?" I looked up at him and asked with a smile.

"Yes baby...You are happy, I am happy. Everything just feels like the way it is supposed to be. Everything is...better." He smiled at me warmly as his dark eyes lit up slightly awakening flutters in my heart as I blushed like a teenage girl.

"Ansh?"

"Hmm?"

"If we never shared that kind of past with each other and if we were in completely different worlds of our own...Would you still chose me?" I know this one was a dumb question but who cares if you have a husband who'll answer your every dumb question?

"I would always chose you no matter what...I'll chose you in every world, every flaw, every life. There is no Ayaansh Yaduvanshi without Ishani Yaduvanshi." His words made my eyes tear up and a smile automatically bloomed on my face as I moved forward to kiss him.

His lips met with mine in a soft, gentle kiss and I knew that I was happy.

"I love you Ansh"

"I love you more Isha"

I was happy.

I was home with him.

He was my home.

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The last chapter of Broken Pieces y'all!

The next will be the epilogue.

I love you all so much.

Bye loves.