Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh

Chapter 107 It's Over

Manvi's scream shattered the fragile silence of the room, her voice echoing with a deep, primal terror, "Khushi!!" It was a cry of a mother on the brink, one filled with desperation and fear so raw it seemed to cut through the very air.

In that harrowing moment, Khushi appeared at the door, her face a mixture of determination and fear. The innocence that usually brightened her features was replaced by a fierce resolve. In a heartbeat, she did the unthinkable throwing herself in front of the bullet, her small body a shield for Aarav and Manvi.

The sound of the bullet striking her was a sickening thud that seemed to freeze time. Khushi collapsed, her body crumpling to the ground like a fragile doll, her face etched with shock as pain coursed through her. Blood began to seep from her wound, dark and horrifying, pooling on the pristine floor.

Aarav's world exploded into chaos. His heart raced as he watched Khushi fall, his worst fears realized in the most devastating way. The sight of his daughter, once full of life and now lying still, was a blow that struck him to his core.

"No!" Aarav shouted, his voice breaking with a raw, gut-wrenching agony. He lunged towards Khushi, dropping to his knees beside her. His hands, still covered in his own blood from the earlier confrontation, trembled as he gently cradled her head.

"Khushi!" His voice was choked, filled with the agony of a father who had just witnessed his worst nightmare. His blood-smeared fingers brushed against her pale cheek as he tried to feel for a pulse. It was there, faint but steady, yet it did nothing to ease the hollow pain tearing through him.

Manvi, her own heart shattered by the sight of Khushi's sacrifice, rushed to Aarav's side. Her face was a picture of devastation, her hands trembling as she tried to help. "Khushi, please..." she begged, her voice breaking. She looked up at Aarav, their shared grief evident in their tear-streaked faces.

Maya stood frozen, the gun still in her hand, her expression one of stunned disbelief. The realization of what she had done slowly sank in, her face reflecting a mix of horror and regret. The victory she had so desperately sought was now overshadowed by the bloodshed and suffering she had caused.

In that haunting silence, as Aarav held Khushi close, the weight of their tragic situation settled over them like a heavy shroud. The hall, once a battleground of emotional and physical turmoil, was now a scene of heart-wrenching tragedy, with the echoes of their grief reverberating through the cold, unforgiving walls.

The room was a tableau of heartbreak and chaos, a grim reflection of the fierce emotional battle that had just unfolded. The echoes of Maya's anguished cries filled the space, mingling with the heavy, oppressive silence that followed Khushi's sacrifice. Aarav stood, his face a storm of rage and sorrow, the weight of his grief and fury almost tangible.

Maya, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and despair, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Yeh maine kya kar diya... meri beti," she wailed, her voice trembling as she looked at the lifeless form of Khushi. Genuine tears streamed down her face, a stark contrast to the cruel persona she had maintained. For the first time, her facade of strength and control cracked, revealing the depth of her own emotional turmoil.

Aarav, consumed by his anguish, seized the opportunity to confront Maya. With a swift, forceful movement, he grabbed the gun from her trembling hands. His anger surged as he tightened his grip on her arm, forcing her to face him. His eyes were ablaze with fury and desperation. "Maar dunga main tumhe!" he roared, his voice breaking with the intensity of his grief. "Meri beti chinn li tumne mujhse!" His rage was palpable, a raw, searing force that seemed to fill the room with its ferocity.

Maya, now overwhelmed by her own remorse, cried out, her tears mingling with the blood on her hands. The gun, once a symbol of her control and power, now seemed to weigh heavily in her grasp, reflecting the depth of her own despair.