Heart On The Edge

Chapter 32

ADARSH'S POV

As I stepped into the warm, familiar house, memories rushed back. Mr. and Mrs. Sen’s home hadn’t changed much in five years—the same soft yellow walls, the faint scent of sandalwood, the sound of wind chimes near the door. My heart raced, wondering how they would react. It had been so long since I last saw them, and things with their daughter had ended in ways none of us had anticipated.

When I looked up, there they were, standing at the entrance to the living room. Mrs. Sen’s face lit up first, her eyes widening in pure surprise.

"Adarsh!"

she gasped, before rushing toward me, enveloping me in a tight, motherly hug. The warmth of her embrace caught me off guard, but it was comforting, as if no time had passed at all. I could hear the smile in her voice as she said,

"It’s been too long, beta. We’ve missed you so much!"

Mr. Sen stood a few steps behind her, his arms folded, his eyes glistening with what I could only describe as relief. He smiled that same warm smile I remembered, then clapped me on the back as I stepped closer.

"You’re looking good, son. How have you been?"

Their joy was palpable, almost overwhelming. For a moment, I felt like I had returned to a place where I still belonged, despite everything. They didn’t ask about the past, didn’t question why I had stayed away for so long. Instead, they made me feel like I had always been a part of their lives, like I had never left.

We sat down, laughter bubbling up as Mrs. Sen poured me a cup of tea, the same way she used to. It was surreal. I hadn’t expected this—this overwhelming warmth, this happiness, almost like they were welcoming back a long-lost son. They spoke of old times, memories of dinner and lunch we had taken together. The past five years seemed to fade, and for a brief moment, I felt like the Adarsh who they had once embraced even when everyone wanted him dead.

And yet, a part of me wondered about their daughter—what they truly thought about what had happened between us. But as I looked at their glowing faces, it was clear: to them, none of that mattered now. They were simply happy to see me again. And in that moment, I realized how much I had missed them, too.

"Kaise hai aap Mr Sen?"

I asked him. He patted in my back

"Tumhe dekh liya, ab theek hu."

"Dad, yeh Deb uncle, Adarsh ke dad"

Kashvi said.

"Aree Namaste bhaisahab"

"Namaste Mr and Mrs Sen"

"Aree aap log kya yeh itna formally baat kar rahe hai. Anuj aur Aruna boliye"

"Anuj Uncle, Aruna Aunty"

I said as I gave them the flowers.
We all sat down, ate, talked a lot. During this whole time I kinda forgot Kashvi because of the attention and love I was getting from her parents.

"Kashvi"

I called her out loud as she was at the end of house doing something.
She looked up and gestured 'what'
I gestured her to come in her room. Her room in her parents house was more like a 2nd guest room now.

"Kya hua?"

"Here's your cheque"

I pulled out a cheque. It was for 3 lakh.

"Kiss liye?"

"Adarsh Dasgupta standing in Kolkata, India. What do you think this is for?"

She took the cheque from me, saw the for how much it was and she realized what it was for.