Chapter 8

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ARYAN'S P.O.V (point of view) :
I was in america, powerful country to which everyone dreams for. But i wasn't happy neither i was important to my parents. So many years i lived but my heart always wanted to ran to India. Wanted to know how joint families are, wanted to know what is the love of a family is.
I heard and searched lot about India when i was in america. Wherever we are.. the feeling of mother land will never replace by other country.

My parents never gave any attention to me. They just gave money power, alas who will tell them love is the only precious thing in the world.

My mom and my dad both were working persons. I was left alone for all the times. I badly wanted to go in India & live with my grandfather.

My heart was aching and questioning me, Till how long u will suffer all this?? Don't you want love and support?? Which will never get in america by my parents

Enough is enough my heart responded
If I'll live few more days here, soon i will be under coffin.
Before i die i want to give love and take love & there is only person who love me. my grand father.

I quickly got up took my passport packed my things and left a note to my names sake parents.
I know they will call few times. Not to know about the reason behind leaving america, but to shout at me on my decisions

'I flew to India in a hope to live a life'

Reached Indian airport at night, caught a taxi soon reached daddu's home as i was having address which i stole from my dad's dairy.

"Knock knock",

Old man opened the door, i quickly recognised he is my Daddu. And hugged him

Daddu.. i said and tightened my hug

He was unaware of my arrival, though he haven't saw me. But when he heard Daddu from my mouth, he was on cloud nine. His grandson was in he's arms. He's eyes filled with tears in happiness.
He kissed on my forehead

And for the first time in my life. I felt happy for being loved my someone

Daddu, andar nahi bulaoge?? I asked making my puppy face
This is your house beta, who I am i to call u in, he said still holding he's happiness in his smile

I kept my belonging in room and took a shower. Dressed up in blue denim and white T-shirt.

We talk and talk continues. He suggested me a college and told to get admission into college as fast as possible as he wanted me to make friends and live my life to the fullest.

I slept early as i was tired.

In morining,

My phone buzz. My screen showed MOM CALLING
Daddu assured me, to take a call and speak.
I picked & said Heyy mom...
What the hell you think about yourself? You will take decisions on your own? You will pay for this. She warned me. You'll not get money. Survive without money. You asshole she said getting worse in her anger

I kept quite thinking why my parents are not humans? But i didn't uttered a single word.
They kept the phone not bothered to listen me not wanting to hear my views

I was angry and left for college to get admission.

I reached the college gate parked the car. Step out to enter

When i entered a girl fallen in my arm.

She was beautiful my eyes met hers.
Soon i realised I am here for my studies. I am not here to save any girl from falling. I release my hands and she fell

I ignore her and walked away. I heard her shouting at me that make my anger set on fire

Now she will shout at me. First my parents and now this girl. Why don't these people leave me alone to live my life. I murmured still walking to my way

Ends of aryan POV

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Zakhm ka koi nishaan nahi or Dard ki koi intihaa nahi"

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