Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 102 Game Over

Aarav's eyes softened as he looked at his daughter. His heart swelled with both sorrow and pride. The enormity of her sacrifice, of her inner turmoil, broke him in ways he hadn't expected. He gently took her trembling hands away from her face, pulling her into a deep embrace. His own tears welled up, blurring his vision as his chest tightened with a mixture of pride, love, and an ache that only a father could feel for his child.

"Nahi, Khushi," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "Tumhe maafi mangne ki zaroorat nahi hai." His voice cracked as he continued, the realization of her selflessness crashing over him. "Tumne jo kiya, mere liye tha, beta. Itni si hoke tum itni badi ho gayi." He held her tighter, as though trying to shield her from all the pain that had ever touched her.

Khushi shook her head, her tears spilling faster. "Kya karun, Dadda?" she cried, her voice trembling with anguish. "Meri janam dene waali aurat mere liye shraap hai... main nahi dekh sakti thi aapko phir se toote hue! Panic attacks aapko aate they aur jaan meri jaati thi!" Her voice broke further, each word a knife to her heart. "Aapke dard ki ek wajah main khud thi, Dadda... I gave you hatred, jiski wajah se aap alcoholic ban gaye they." She looked up at him, her face etched with sorrow. "I just wanted my Dadda to get the love he deserved."

Aarav's heart shattered at her words, and his grip on her tightened even more. His daughter had been through so much, her own battle against a darkness that she had not deserved. "Khushi," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, "Tum meri beti ho, aur tumhara pyaar hi mere jeene ki wajah hai. Jo kuch bhi tumne kiya, wo sirf meri khushi ke liye tha. Tumhe kabhi khud ko dosh dene ki zaroorat nahi hai."

The embrace lingered, warm and filled with unspoken promises of forgiveness, healing, and love. Aarav's tears mingled with Khushi's as they held each other, the pain of the past dissolving into the love they shared in that quiet moment.

As the intensity of the moment settled, Khushi gently pulled away from Aarav, her eyes still glistening but now filled with determination. She turned to Manvi, whose watchful gaze had been filled with a blend of pride and compassion. Khushi hesitated for a moment, her heart hammering in her chest, before stepping toward Manvi.

Khushi reached out, her hand trembling as she took Manvi's in hers. The gesture was simple, but the weight of what it represented was profound. "I am sorry, Mumma," she began, her voice barely a whisper, thick with remorse. "Maine aapko hurt kiya... Aapko dost bulana shuru kar diya, yeh bhi kaha aap meri maa nahi ban sakti..." Her voice cracked under the weight of her confession, and her tears flowed anew. "Par sach yeh hai ki maine hamesha aap mein apni maa ko dekha." Her grip on Manvi's hand tightened, as if clinging to the love she feared she had lost. "For me, you were and always will be my mumma."

The vulnerability in Khushi's voice and the rawness of her emotions struck a deep chord in Manvi. Manvi's face softened with a tenderness only a mother could show. She reached up and gently wiped the tears from Khushi's cheeks, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The warmth of her touch radiated love, forgiveness, and acceptance.

"Nahi, Khushi," Manvi whispered, her voice filled with understanding. "Mera dil hamesha se kehta tha ki tum mera aur Aaravji ka saath nahi chod sakti." Her voice held a steady, reassuring tone as she looked deep into Khushi's eyes. "Tumhare andar bhale hi Maya ka khoon ho, par parvarish tumhare dadda ki hai, aur meri bhi." Her lips curved into a soft smile, full of love and pride for the young woman standing before her.

Khushi's face lit up with a relieved smile, her gratitude palpable. She moved closer, her emotions raw and sincere, and enveloped Manvi in a tight embrace. The hug was a silent promise of newfound understanding and affection. The gentle pressure of Khushi's arms around Manvi seemed to convey everything words could not fully capture—a deep-seated apology, a heartfelt acceptance, and a reaffirmation of their bond.