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CHAHAT MEHRA is a 25-year-old woman living in the fast-paced city of Delhi. She seems strong and independent, building a life on her own, but beneath the surface, she carries deep emotional pain. Losing her...
Khair chhoro ab to adat hai mujhe aise jeene mein...🙂❤️
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Before, starting today's chapter, I am apologizing in advance...I know this chapter is going to be sad but it was required so here it is.
Let's begin 🥳 . . . .
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Author's POV:
Aakarsh and Chahat were still standing at the same place while, holding each other in their arms, her hands were still wrapped around his back, his hand was still caressing her hair.
Rishabh already left from there, thinking that leaving both of them alone would be a better idea.
"Arsh!" Chahat said while, pulling out of the hug. "Hanji! (Yes!)" Aakarsh replied.
"Give me your hand" Chahat demanded while, Aakarsh was still trying to process the situation. "Huh?" He asked in confusion.
"Nothing! just sit here." She dragged him to the bed, he was still silently watching her.
She went to bring the ointment which Rishabh already kept on the table in the hall before he took the exit.
She sat on the floor near the bed to apply the ointment on his hands and knuckles which were bleeding.
She held his hand and pulled it towards her, he pulled his hand back and shook his head in denial.
"Arsh! Don't be silly, it's bleeding." Chahat said, he again shook his head in denial.
"Not there!" He said in an extremely low voice while pointing on the floor where she was sitting. "Come here" He added further while patting on the bed, signalling her to sit beside him.
"Arsh!" She tried to resist. "I said come!" He demanded and she did the same.
He looked at her while, she again took his hand in hers, cleaned the blood on his knuckles which came out due to his continuous punches on the wall.
She applied the ointment, placed the cotton over it and then tied the bandage on the wounds, he was just looking at her as her presence in such a situation for him was as blessed and relexing as the fragrance of soil after the rain, as the chirping of birds in the early morning, as the calm looks after the thunder is gone.
"Is it hurting?" She asked innocently after giving a peck on his hand where the wound was. "Yes!" He said, her eyes immediately filled with concern. "Where?" She travelled her eyes on the whole figure sitting in front of her to examine if there is any other wound.
