"Mar chuki hai teri jiji tere liye. (Your sister is dead for you.)" Payal shouted giving an angry disgusting look at her and walked towards her room.
The broken soul lost everything and everyone in a single night. Her every relation which was dear to her is shattered. She again became an orphan. That mere word is enough to send chills down her spine. She never felt so helpless before. No doubt she became orphan at the age of 8 but never did her foster parents let her feel being one. Then why today??
She fell on her knees and palmed her face, crying.
There was not a even a single being present to comfort her, to assure her that everything would be alright. That everything would fall into the place with time. That she would get her parents back. No one was there to console her that her parents are only angry with her for few days. They will talk with her like before.
But no one came. She sat there alone crying on her fate and just prayed all these happenings to be a dream or a nightmare.
Consoling herself she got up and made her way towards the temple. To have a talk with her best friend, her destiny writer.
Devi Mayia
Entering inside she sat with a thud beside the idol and rested her head on her feet.
"Kyu devi mayia. Kyu!! Apne humse humare Amma Babuji kyu le liye... Phir se. Kya kiya hai humne esa jiski vje se sbne hume chor diya. Akela kr diya bilkul. Aap toh dekh rhi thi na ki kese Arnavji ne hume blackmail kiya is shaddi ke liye. Kese hume yeh shaddi apni marji ke khilaf jakar krni pri. Kyu hum sbke dukh ka kaaran bante ja rhe hai jabki humara naam Khushi hai. Hume toh sbki Khushi ka kaaran banna hai." Khushi complained. (Why God. Why!! Why did you take my parents away from me... again. What have I done that everyone left me alone. Completely alone. You were watching that how Arnavji blackmailed me into this marriage. How I had to do this marriage against my wish. I didn't want this marriage to happen but if I haven't done that then my sister's marriage would have been at stake... Once again because of me. Why I am becoming the reason of everyone's miseries when my name is happiness. Ironic much!! I wanted to be the reason of their happiness.)
Straightening herself she asked her devi mayia.
"Devi mayia kuch toh boliye. Yaha hum apne dukh aapke saath bantt rhe hai aur aap hai ki bs muskuraye ja rhi hai. Hume kaaran janna hai. Btaye hume kyu kiya aapne humare saath esa. Kyu hume sabke samne be-ijjat kiya. Kyu nhi ki humari maddad jab aap sab kuch sambhal skti thi. (Speak something God. Here I am sharing my griefs with you and you aren't speaking anything. But smiling. I want to know the reason. Tell me why have you done this. Why have you insulted me so bruttely infront of everyone. Why haven't you helped me when you could have. WHY!!!!)"
"Nhi hai koi jawab. Toh thik hai fir. Ajj ke baad hum apse baat nhi krenge. Jese sabne hume akela chor diya aap bhi chor ke chli jaye. Hum jii lenge kisi tarah pr aap se baat nhi krenge. Kabhi bhi nhi." Khushi spoke and got up. Giving a last glare to her Friend, she left towards Arnav's, now their room. (You don't have any answer. Fine! I won't talk to you from now onwards. Like everyone, you too leave me. I will live anyhow but won't ever talk to you. Never.)
Pushing the door open she saw him sitting on the recliner. Tears still cascading down her eyes, she made her way towards him and sat down beside the coffee table near his feet. Looking down at floor in nothing particular she said with her voice screaming her state.
"Congratulations Arnavji." Arnav's head snapped towards her in confusion.
Why is she congratulating him when he destroyed her completely?
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Dil Pe Lagi Chot
FanfictionDil pe lagi chot (A wound at heart.) Cover credit: @MeghaMiglani The story continues from the turning point of the show, When Arnav came to know about farce : Shyam and Khushi's truth after seeing them on terrace. Please keep in mind, the book isn't...