MR & MRS RAJVANSHI

The Dairy..

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( Please listen to Khariyat pucho from chichhore.. while reading it..)

Author's pov:

It was Dheeraj who told Abhimanyu the truth.

Aparna had gone home.. on Shivani's request.

That alone was enough to knock the breath out of him. Shivani knew. She knew everything about him...

She must have been hurt. Disappointed.

Dheeraj handed over the final blow... a letter Shivani had written, asking him to give it to her father. That's when Abhimanyu understood.

It wasn't just a letter.

It was a goodbye...

To her past...

To her pain...

To him...

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Later that evening, Abhimanyu sat alone in the garden, staring blankly at the fading sunlight melting into the horizon. Everything looked the same, but nothing felt the same.

That's when Pratap walked in.

" How are you feeling now?" Pratap asked softly.

Abhimanyu didn't turn to look at him. He kept his eyes on the flowers swaying in the breeze... the flowers she had once admired.

" The same way your daughter left me," he said flatly.

There was a pause. Then, quietly, " Did your daughter reach home?"

Pratap blinked. "Wh-what?"

" Why Shiv...."

" I'm talking about Aparna," Abhimanyu snapped, cutting him off sharply.

His voice was cold and bitter. " And since when did you start calling Shivani your daughter? You hated her, remember? Nafrat karte the na aap?"

Pratap's face fell. His gaze dropped to the ground, as if the weight of his guilt was too heavy to meet Abhimanyu's eyes.

" I know," he began, his voice was rough.

"I know I've been a terrible father. And I know no apology....no regret...can undo what I've done to her.

She left me... because she thought she was the reason for your pain. She told me she was a curse." His voice cracked.

"It's my fault. All of it. I shouldn't have said what I did. I shouldn't have called her that... cursed."

He swallowed hard, memories choking his throat.

"She was just a child. She once came to me, with hope in her eyes, asking if we could celebrate her birthday. And I...I was drowning in grief... still holding onto my wife's absence.

I lashed out. I broke her heart, over and over, and I never even noticed. And now... she's gone. And I'm left with this unbearable silence."

Tears shimmered in his eyes.

Abhimanyu finally turned to face him, his eyes hollow, red, and tired.

"It's too late, Mr. Mehta," he said bitterly.

"Too late for realizations. Too late for regret. Your daughter waited years...for a father who never showed up. And now she's gone."

He paused, his voice trembling, barely a whisper now.