Ek Duje Ke Vaaste

Part - 3 Shattered Dreams

Hi friends. I m back with an update. But before that I would like to inform you all that initially I had decided this story to b a TS. But as I went on with it, I felt I won't b able to give proper justice to the characters & the title too in a TS. So I have decided to change it into SS. I hope you all won't mind. May 7-8 parts,not more then that.

Thank you all for all the love & support u gave to the previous chapters. Please continue with the same

Now here's the next update. Enjoy.
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Guilt ridden Garima stepped in her daughter's room. With a heavy heart she watched over her sleeping form. Her body frail, puffed swollen eyelids, kohl smeared black cheeks, tear streaked pale face all were accusing her for her daughters shattered dreams. Mustering some courage she sat near her daughter on the bed, cursing herself for bringing this day, in her daughter's about to settle life. She caught hold of Khushi's hand, brought it to her lips & kissed it slowly again & again apologizing to her sleeping form. Keeping her hand back on its place, she slowly caressed Khushi's face & then tried to wipe the tear streaks with her veil but failed to stop her own tears, which were flowing down her own cheeks endlessly. 

She was remembering all the fun & frolic they had in pre-wedding rituals. Her daughters happiness of getting the marriage of her dreams with her prince charming, the naughty spark in her eyes to see her Arnavji do all the rituals only for her sake, despite his dislike & irritation for the same & the determination of being a perfect wife & dutiful daughter in law, everything got flooded in the flow of her never ending tears. Everything only because of her mother's one unintentional mistake.

She is scared that how will she ever make her daughter come out of this unbearable pool of pain, agony, grief & trauma? How will she face her jiji (Khushi's real mother) up there? What explanation will she give her jiji for not being able to safeguard her precious angel like daughter? How will she ask forgiveness from her jiji & Khushi as well?

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Anjali gave a glass of warm milk to Nani who refused, tears flowing endlessly from her aged eyes. But she has to take her meds to keep her ageing body breathing whether she wants or not. So on her Anjali bitiya's insistence she had her meds with milk. But today's events have definitely killed her desire of living a few more years to see her chhotey's children.

"I was right Anjali bitiya. Our family is cursed. No happiness stays for long in our family" said nani handing the empty glass back. "But this time it's not fate, but it's chhotey himself, who has pushed the only source of happiness in his life away from him." sobbed nani, not bothering to wipe her tears. "How can Chhotey do this to Khushi bitiya?After all that she has done for this house, for you, for him, she didn't deserve this. What do you think Anjali bitiya, how I must have felt when I discovered that Garima was the woman, somewhere responsible for my daughters failed marriage & untimely death,unknowingly though? If Ratna was your & Chhotey's mother then she was my daughter too & I felt the same anger & hatred towards Garima that very moment. But was she really responsible?" Anjali knew the answer & the same Nani replied. "No bitiya, she was equally a victim. My experienced eyes could see the truth in her eyes when she told her side of story." Anjali nodded agreeing to whatever Nani said. "Neither she was at fault nor Khushi bitiya is. Only if Chhotey wouldn't have been this  prejudiced & impulsive in his judgement, then right now we would have been welcoming the newly wedded couple & this house would have been filled with lifelong happiness."

Taking a deep breath, Nani wiped her exhausted eyes. Anjali's concerned filled eyes couldn't do anything except seeing the pain & agony, the matriarch of the family was going through at this age. "Nani, please don't worry yourself. U will make yourself ill" pleaded Anjali. "Everything will be alright Nani." Nani looked in her grand daughter's eyes & asked, "How Anjali bitiya, how? Has Chhotey left any scope for rectifying his mistake? Everything is out of our hands now. Nothing can be done, nothing." Anjali couldn't say anything to defend her Chhotey this time as everything Nani said was true.

Anjali hugged her weeping Nani, worried for her health, asked her to get some rest, made her lay down comfortably & covered her with a duvet. Nani too closed her eyes in the hope of all this being just a bad dream & everything would be just fine as before, when she awakes. Adjusting the AC temperature, switching on the night lamp besides nani's bed, giving a last look to nani's sleeping form & closing the door behind, Anjali moved towards the room of that one person, who is responsible for all this devastation. Her Chhotey.

To be continued....
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OK friends... I know u might find this update short but after this I have planned a heated conversation between the brother-sister duo & I didn't want to mix it here. So I ended this update here.

Guys this whole arshi marriage fiasco which happened due to Ratna-Arvind-Garima fiasco did not affect only Arshi but also to the people closely associated with it. So I wanted to depict the emotional turmoil of all of them & thus this update. My this story is mostly based on emotional front. So depicting emotions is a must. But yes,the arshi confrontation updates are gonna b a real roller coaster ride. Trust me. I won't disappoint u.

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