Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 110 Convincing Each Other

Khushi lowered her gaze, her voice a mix of guilt and regret, as she softly began, "Mumma, main jaanti hun... jhooth hi sahi, par maine aapko bahut hurt kiya hai apne shabdon se." She hesitated, swallowing as she gathered her thoughts. "Maine kaha aap meri dost hain, par yeh bhi kaha ki aap meri mumma nahi ban sakti... itna keh diya maine, jaante hue ki aapne hamesha mujhe apni beti hi mana hai. I'm really sorry, Mumma," she whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up, hoping for forgiveness.

Manvi's eyes filled with unshed tears as she listened, her hand reaching out to hold Khushi's tightly, her heart heavy yet steadfast. "Khushi," she began, her voice soft but weighted with the emotion she had held back, "main tumhari un baaton se hurt nahi hui thi, jitna is baat se hui hoon ki tumne mujhe bataya hi nahi. Tumhe pata hai, Maya kuch bhi kar sakti thi... mujhe haq tha yeh janne ka ki meri beti kya kar rahi hai. Tum abhi itni badi nahi hui ho ki jo mann mein aaye wo karogi." Her words were filled with love, her tone laced with the protective authority only a mother could convey.

Khushi's gaze softened as her own sense of understanding grew, blending with her regret. "Mumma, I know," she said quietly. "Par agar main aapko bata deti toh... toh shayad aap emotional ho jaate, mujhe rokne ki koshish karte... aur Maya ko shaq ho jaata, na?" Her voice was pleading, searching for her mother's forgiveness in her reasoning.

Manvi's fingers slowly loosened their grip on Khushi's, though the sadness in her expression lingered. "Nahi, Khushi," she replied, almost a whisper, the weight of disappointment in her tone. "Tumhe mujh par vishwas hi nahi tha."

Quickly, Khushi shook her head, her words spilling out in an earnest attempt to console her mother. "Aisa nahi hai, Mumma. I do believe in you, but... main sirf aapko aur dadda ko protect karne ki koshish kar rahi thi." Her voice softened, the sincerity in her words hanging in the air, as she hoped her mother could understand her intentions.

Manvi's heart melted as she listened, and though her disappointment remained, she could see her daughter's intent. In Khushi's eyes, she saw both the spirit of a protective daughter and the vulnerable, seeking heart of a child wanting nothing more than her mother's acceptance.

For a moment, the room remained silent, a quiet space filled with emotions too deep to name. Manvi and Khushi stood there, the distance between them fading as they shared a bond stronger than any conflict they'd faced. With a soft sigh, Manvi gently pulled Khushi into an embrace, her hand moving soothingly over her daughter's hair, as if reassuring both of them that everything was finally going to be alright. In that embrace, all their hurt, regret, and worries seemed to melt away, leaving only warmth and a sense of renewed closeness.

Manvi drew back slightly, her eyes still glistening as she looked into Khushi's. Her voice was soft but tinged with the remnants of frustration as she asked, "Sach chupake? Mujhe takleef deke? Janti ho, maine kya mehsoos kiya?" She paused, her words carrying years of love and pain. "Aaravji aur mere rishte ki sabse badi wajah tum thi, Khushi. Kitni raaton tak main sochti thi... kaha kami reh gayi mere pyaar mein jo tumne mujhe chhodke uss Maya ko chuna?"

Khushi's shoulders slumped, her eyes full of guilt. "I'm sorry, Mumma... par kya aapne mujhe bataya Maya ne aapki dresses kharab ki? Aur wo black roses ka bouquet dadda ke office bheja?" Her voice was barely a whisper, and she looked down as she finished, knowing the question carried more than just her reasons—it held her own pain, too.

Manvi's expression hardened slightly, her arms crossing over her chest defensively. "Khushi, wo baat alag hai," she replied firmly, a hint of stubbornness in her tone.

But Khushi looked up, her eyes full of sincerity as she replied, "Alag nahi hai, Mumma! Jaise aap dadda aur mujhe protect kar rahi thi, waise hi main bhi aap dono ko protect kar rahi thi," she countered, her words gentle yet firm. Her resolve echoed her mother's, and her words were tinged with remorse.