Absent-Minded [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8: Will You Ever Come Back To Me?

Jiya flipped through the pages of her fashion sketches carelessly as she sat on a wooden swing bench in her family home's garden. Yash and Divya were off in the distance frolicking and playing amongst the vast array of marigolds, tulips, daisies, and other variations of flowers that the beautiful earth sprouted. They played to their full potential. Running and trying to catch butterflies and other crawly things amongst the soil. Their faces showed happy expressions, but only for now...Jiya knew it wouldn't last long.......The two children missed their father terribly. Not a minute went by that they didn't speak Krish's name with deep frowns adorning their little faces. 

Jiya recalled in her mind the process of she and the children leaving the home two weeks ago.... It wasn't easy for any of them.

Flashback

Jiya watched as Naveen and other security helped fill their car's trunk with suitcases for herself and the little ones. Krish was nowhere in sight during this time. Jiya could understand if he couldn't handle the moment and disregarded goodbyes altogether. His heart had to be broken... The children's hearts were too. She felt as if she were the bad guy. She knew she was, but she couldn't stomach the thought of little children being around such an unstable man...Even if he is their father. They deserved to be safe and carefree. 

Yash stood uncomfortable in the foyer of the home. Anger and confusion had consumed him. He thought all was well with his family. He thought his parents were coming together and not getting a divorce but now his little mind and heart didn't know. The action of leaving his home without his father accompanying them was bizarre and cruel. He blamed his mother for it. She had been the only one acting unusual all this time. She had to be the reason they were departing.

Divya on the other hand found it hard to hold back her tears. She was already worried about her father's well-being and they had yet to leave the home. Her little hands relentlessly wiped her tear-stained eyes. Sadness and guilt had overtaken her form as she laid her head on her mother's shoulder. The little girl felt guilty for telling her mommy the night before to go cheer up her daddy... if she hadn't they wouldn't have fought and decided to break up for good. Her family wouldn't be broken like she was scared of before.

"Everything is set." Naveen yelled out to the Khanna's family trio. He felt bad for them all. Krish had told him the events of last night and he wasn't surprised that Jiya wanted to flee the home again. Any scared woman in her right mind would do the same. But Naveen knew his best friend... for Krish to be so careless and not cover his tracks behind himself his nerves had to be on edge. Krish loved his wife and family more than anything. The last thing he would consciously do was traumatize any of them unnecessarily like he did yesterday. Naveen and the rest of his men knew that Krish yearned for revenge. They knew that it had never taken this long to get it. Just like Krish, Naveen was uncertain when vengeance would be theirs. It was aggravating to say the least.

"I'm not leaving without saying goodbye to Baba!" Yash protested. He stomped his foot to the ground and crossed his arms in great anger. Standing firm in his words, he planted his small feet firmly on the ground in defiance. Divya agreed with her brother but didn't show any objection to the situation as her brother did. She didn't want to get scolded like she knew he would.

Jiya didn't know what to make of herself or Krish. She truly hoped that he would have faced his children and said goodbye but he had truly shocked her not seeing them off. She herself was disappointed that he couldn't show his face..... It wasn't as if Jiya hated him. It was actually the opposite. She wanted him to be a better person for his children. What if they were the ones who walked into his bedroom and saw his stained clothing? What would they think of himself then? Yash would grow up to be a man as well. Did his father want him to be his spitting image?