Somethings are Meant to Be

Chapter-12

~Afra~

I found myself standing on an unfamiliar balcony, the surroundings completely foreign to me. I tried to peer over the edge, hoping to catch a glimpse of the environment and identify where I was, but everything looked alien. Turning my attention inward, I looked through the balcony doors and saw a woman who was undeniably beautiful—Afra's mother.

At this point, her mother appeared to have matured significantly. Seated in front of her was a face that struck me as vaguely familiar. After a moment of realization, I recognized her as my mother's best friend. It dawned on me that I was indeed in the right place.

The two women were deep in conversation, and I decided to stay hidden and listen. The significance of the moment was not lost on me.

"Shumi there's this guy I think you would like him very much."

"Lovely can you stop suggesting me guys. You know I am currently focusing on my studies."

"Shumi guess what he looks like"

"I am not interested."

"Just listen to me. He looks just like Anil Kapoor."

"Anil? Is she talking about someone else? She must be. There's no way she's comparing Anil Kapoor to my father."

Ammu's interest was clearly piqued by that comment. I guess we don't need a DNA test to confirm that I'm her daughter after all.

"His name is hasib and he is also from kustia."

"Okay, maybe this woman is manblind. Comparing Anil Kapoor to my father is like comparing the moon to the sun—there's no real similarity. I'm genuinely baffled by her judgment. Unfortunately, my mother didn't share my confusion. She seemed even more intrigued when she heard that my father was supposedly from the same town as she was, which was completely inaccurate.

My father wasn't from Kustia. It's more likely that there was a mix-up or misunderstanding between Lovely Auntie and whoever provided her with that information."

"And you know his mother is a very modern woman. She wears salwar kamiz"

I couldn't believe this woman was selling my father so well. She should have gotten a job in a marketing field. She was describing everything my mother wanted in a man and I could see ammu was genuinely interested now.

"Ok fine you can arrange something I'll meet him"

No No NO I can't let that happen. I was going to follow the same plan Afra from the other universe had made. I had to call lovely's parents and tell them about lovely auntie's affair as ammu. That way Lovely would get into trouble causing their friendship to break therefore the meeting would never happen.

Afra Lovely auntie left I sneaked to the telephone of the house. I saw a phonebook there and lucky enough for me there was Lovely auntie's parents' number. I dialed it up and luck for me her father picked up,

I told him about everything i knew about her from my universe and what my mother shared to me. He thanked me for letting him know but he also sounded very mad.

I then sneaked back to balcony and waited to see if my plan worked. I couldn't afford another loss.

I heard a phone ring and saw my mom run towards it. I had been already waiting for hours. I mentally prayed it would be Lovely auntie. I sneaked behind ammu.

Ammu took the phone and immediately a frown was visible.

"Lovely calm down and tell me what happened."

Ammu seemed to get more pissed as the conversation went by.

"I didn't say anything to him. Do you not trust me?"

"You know what fine I don't want a friend if she doesn't trust me at all. And I am happy that you are moving away go to hell."

Is this actually working? Is my plan truly coming to fruition? When Ammu finally set the phone down, her composure shattered, and she began to sob uncontrollably. I couldn't bear to watch her in such distress, knowing that the source of her tears was none other than me. The weight of her pain was overwhelming, and I struggled to process the enormity of what I had done.

I retreated to the balcony, seeking some distance from the raw emotion unfolding inside. I stayed there, lost in my thoughts, until Ammu's crying eventually faded. When I finally dared to look inside again, her face was vacant, a numb expression that mirrored the emptiness I often felt after my own tears had dried.

With a heavy heart, I took one last, sorrowful glance at her. Then, bracing myself for what lay ahead, I prepared to journey into the future to see the results of my actions. My heart raced with such intensity that it felt as though it was echoing in my ears. The anxiety was palpable as I awaited the revelation of whether my plan had truly succeeded or if I had made a grave mistake.