Author's Note: This is my only unedited book; the style of writing is thus different from what you might have seen in my other books. Compared to them, this book also has much more grammatical mistakes. Hope you enjoy it nevertheless.
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"Jiji? JIJI?"
Payal snapped back from her trance, looking around confused for a second. She shook her head, bringing down her hand with which she has been ringing the door bell till now and looked up to meet Khushi's confounded eyes.
"Are you okay? Since when I am calling you but you are just standing all lost in your thoughts. What happened." Khushi asked, pulling her inside by her wrist, her eyes scanning her Jiji's troubled face.
Payal sighed, signalling the driver to bring the luggage inside.
"Nothing!" She muttered, walking to the dinner table and poured herself a glass of water.
"I'm just a bit tired." She said, holding the glass up to her lips. She turned around, swallowing the cold water to see Khushi standing in a daze. Her eyes on the luggage and if Payal wasn't mistaken, they were moist.
"Did-" Khushi almost croaked and paused to clear her throat, "Did he say anything?" She asked softly, knowing from the struggle of the servants to lift it and bring it to the hall that it was full, of her memories...with his.
Did their absence made any difference?
Payal followed her line of vision. Her throat went dry again as she looked at the suitcases, remembering the scene that occurred there. Arnav's devastated face was still fresh in her mind and she mused whether to tell Khushi about it or not.
She breathed out deeply, gulping down the content in glass in a second.
"No!" She agreed on lying instead, "He didn't say anything! No-no one said anything!"
Her sister, always her sister!
She looked away when she saw disappointment flicker in Khushi's eyes before she blinked them back, putting on a smile.
"Great!" She murmured and called out for the helper who came rushing the next minute.
"Zayedji, can you please take these suitcases and put them in the store room?" She requested politely, earning an equally polite smile in return as the elderly man smile and walked away to call his other fellow workers for a helping hand.
khwaish walked in the hall. She watched Zayed disappear into the kitchen and turned to look at the luggage lying in front of her.
She sighed.
"Di, if you didn't need all this then why did you bring them here in the first place! You could have leave it there!" She said, voice low and weak feeling pity for the family miles away from her.
Khushi stared at her for a few seconds before she approached her with a small smile.
"I was the one who told him to forget my existence and move on. And therefore, leaving my stuffs there so that they remind him of me would have been contradictory, Khwaish! Even if I don't need these, at least they are here at a place where their presence is not a burden. And if they wanted to keep it, they wouldn't have let it go, so there's nothing to worry about. Okay, Khwaish?" She said in a thoughtful manner, glancing at the stuffs behind her and upon a slight nod from Khwaish, she walked away.
