BLOOMING LOVE FROM HATE

Chapter 36

Adhitya returned to his room and sat on the bed, then called Prem. Surprised by his sudden arrival, Prem said he would visit the next day, as he had plans to see his parents and Nithya during the pooja holidays. Lying on the bed, Adhitya's thoughts drifted to his son and Nithya. A smile crept onto his face as he recalled the moment his son hugged him, calling him "Dada" in his baby voice. This was his dream, and he was determined to get his family back at any cost. He resolved to bounce back as the old Adhitya, it was time to stop dwelling on the past.

He entered the bathroom, took out his shaving kit, and trimmed his beard. Turning on the shower, he stood under the warm water, feeling it cleanse both his body and soul. Afterward, he lay down on his bed, filled with renewed determination.

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The next day, while Nithya was busy in the kitchen and Anith played with his building blocks, Adhitya's grandmother arrived at their home. She noticed a suitcase and a bag outside the door and realized they belonged to Adhitya. It was clear he had visited her first before coming to their house, which explained his bitter mood.

As she entered the house, she called out for Nithya. Nithya came to the hall and welcomed her, understanding the purpose of the visit. She offered her a glass of water, handed Anith to her grandmother, and turned back to the kitchen.

Her grandmother sat with Anith in her lap, unsure of how to begin the conversation. Nithya returned with a cup of tea, handed it to her grandmother, and took a seat on the couch nearby.

Her grandmother placed the cup on the table and started slowly, "Nithya, what have you decided about Adhitya?"

"There's nothing to decide, Grandma. He has no part in our lives anymore," Nithya replied sternly.

"Nithya, maybe you don't need a husband, but Anith needs a father. Think about it," her grandmother shouted.

"I didn't have both, and I'm not dead. So don't worry about my son, Grandma. He'll be fine because he has me. Just take care of your grandson," Nithya stated firmly.

Her grandmother, now fuming, retorted, "Nithya, what are you talking about? He's your husband, the father of your child. Don't forget that."

"That's why I'm asking for a divorce. We don't want him in our lives anymore."

When her grandmother opened her mouth to speak, Nithya raised her hand to stop her. "Grandma, don't get me wrong. Did you people ever interfere with us when I was at your house?"

Her grandmother shook her head.

"Then why are you doing it now? Just stay blind to this situation as you were then," Nithya said calmly.

Her grandmother was at a loss for words and stood up to leave. She gently placed Anith on the couch and turned to go without saying anything.

"Grandma, wait a minute! Your grandson left his luggage here. Please take it with you," Nithya called out.

The driver came in, collected the luggage, and placed it in the car trunk.

Though Nithya felt bad about speaking to her grandmother that way, she knew it was necessary to set clear boundaries.

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After some time, Prem, Sri, and Diya arrived at Nithya's house. Nithya was happy to see Prem after such a long time. They all spent time together, but none of them mentioned Adhitya.

As they were getting ready to leave, Sri invited Nithya to join them for the festival celebration. However, Nithya refused because of Adhitya. If he hadn't been around, she would have joined them as she always did during festivals, but now she wanted to avoid him.

Sri and Diya pleaded with her to at least let Anith go with them, promising to take care of him. Prem also encouraged her to send Anith, and feeling it would be rude to deny his request, Nithya reluctantly agreed.

Diya and Sri were happy but also saddened by the thought that Nithya would be alone during the festival.

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Adhitya was getting ready for work in his room, preparing to return to the office after almost two years. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he noticed how much he had changed, both inside and out. He gave himself a confident smile before turning away to pack his office bag. Just then, he heard a knock at the door and moved to open it. When he swung the door open, he was shocked to see the person standing in front of him, and a smile of happiness spread across his face.

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