Abhira- Painfully Beautiful

Chapter 51-Aanchal reveals the truth

Aanchal and Shweta arrive in Kasauli, the scenic hillsides offering a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere between them. As they pull up to the modest Sharma House, Aanchal takes a deep breath, feeling an unexplainable heaviness in her chest. She knows this place held a significant part of Akshara's life, and now it might hold the key to uncovering the truth behind Abhinav's actions.

The gate creaks as they step inside the property. The air is filled with the scent of pine and old memories. They glance around, but the house looks deserted until they hear footsteps approaching. Neelamma, with her gentle smile and warm eyes, steps out from the backyard. The moment her gaze falls on Aanchal, her face changes. Her eyes widen, and she takes a small step back, stunned.

 Neelamma-Akshara?

Neelamma whispers, her hand clutching her heart. Then, realization hits, and she manages a soft, trembling smile.

Neelamma-No, you must be Aanchal. Abhimanyu told me you were coming for some important work

Aanchal nods, her expression polite yet focused

Aanchal-Yes I'm Aanchal. I'm here with my friend for some important work actually thought of meeting you and wanted to know about her especially last 6 years the time she spent here..

Neelamma's face turns serious, and she folds her hands in a silent prayer.

Neelamma-I've been praying for Akshara every single day. She's like a daughter to me. Tell me, how is she now? Is there any hope?

Aanchal's voice softens, touched by the older woman's concern

Aanchal-She's stable, but it's still a delicate situation. We're hoping she wakes up soon. I'm here to find some clues that might help us understand what led to her condition

Neelamma's eyes well up with tears. She clasps Aanchal's hand, squeezing it tightly

Neelamma-I pray she gets well soon, beta. If there's anything you need, anything at all, please let me know.

Shweta, sensing the opportunity, steps forward with a smile

Shweta-Neelamma ji, we'd love to hear more about the time Akshara spent here. It seems like she was very happy in Kasauli. Could you share some memories with us?

Neelamma's face brightens slightly at the request.

Neelamma-Oh, she brought so much joy to this house. Let me tell you about the time she organized a small community concert here...

As Neelamma gets engrossed in reminiscing, Aanchal gives Shweta a grateful nod. She quietly slips away, making her way down the hallway towards Akshara's bedroom.

The room feels eerily still, as if it's been left untouched since Akshara's departure. Aanchal looks around, taking in the small details—the framed photos, the books on the shelf, and the unmade bed. It feels like a place filled with love and warmth, yet now it holds an air of sadness.

She heads to the dresser, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulls open the drawers. The first few are filled with everyday items—jewelry, scarves, some letters from friends. But as she digs deeper, her fingers brush against something unusual. She pulls out a crumpled piece of paper, the ink smeared in places.

It's a letter, written in a hurried, almost frantic scrawl. As she reads it, her face pales:

Akshara, you don't understand what you've done. You've broken my heart. I thought you loved me, but you rejected me and humiliated me. I was ready to give you everything, and I had given you. But you used me for all these 6 years you made me a caretaker to Nikkiji yet you turned me away. You've left me with no choice now. You'll regret this, I swear it. You'll be mine, one way or another.