Tu Likh De Mera Usse, Aye Khuda!!!

Chapter 37

So sorry for the delay people. Third semester was really hectic.. But Alhumdulillah passed it with 3.94 GPA...

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The car stopped, waking Khushi and Arnav. They looked outside to see a building. Everyone stepped out of the cars and stood with each other. I have a pent house in this building. Ayan announced. We will be staying there. He glanced at the people around him. We should be together to face the evil. He said with a determination.

Everyone nodded, and within 15 minutes, they all were present in the penthouse on 14th floor of the building. The penthouse was beautifully decorated. Entering the main door, there was a living room with an open kitchen on one side and stair case on the other end. There were two rooms on that floor and three more on the upper floor.

Choose whatever room you want. Except for the one beside the kitchen. That's mine. Ayan said and sat on the sofa.

Arnav and Khushi took the one upstairs and so did Aman. While NK chose the one with Ayan's room.

You all freshen up, I will order food from restaurant. Aman said as he took out his mobile. After some time, everyone gathered around the dining table which was filled with mouth watering food.

It's so long since I tasted Indian food in India. NK moaned, taking a bite of Butter chicken. Perfect. All laughed at his antics.

Khushi served everyone and then sat on her place. Taking some food in her plate, she got lost in some thought. Her fork playing with the food, as her eyes were focused at some other point. She was frowning, as if something was bothering her.

Khushi. Ayan called her seeing her not eating food.

Yes Dad. She jerked back from her thoughts.

Why aren't you eating?? Why are you so silent, guriya? Arnav also turned towards her, holding her hand.

Nothing Dad, I am eating. She took fork near her mouth but couldn't eat it. She tried to smile but her moistened eyes gave away the facade. Ayan got up from the head chair and went near her. Tell me, guriya. What's bothering you? Arnav rubbed her hand, encouraging her to speak, he had asked her in the room too but she shrugged it off.

I am confused Dad. She let out a sob startling everyone.

Why? Arnav whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder, somewhat glad that she is speaking now.

You know na I hate Garima. She spoke looking at everyone one by one. After years of loving her as a mother, I got to know her true face. And then I hated her mere name.

But now, she looked at her father with a tear rolling down her eye. Now when I am here, ready to confront her, I am not feeling anything. I am just numb. And, she wiped her tears as Ayan kneeled before her, taking her other free hand in his, and I feel I am betraying mama. I am hurting her, Dad.

I hate Garima. I really do. With every drop of blood in my body, I hate that woman who was responsible for the death of my mother. I hate that woman who broke my family apart. Tears fell down her cheeks unchecked.

But how can I hate that woman who hid me in her embrace when I was afraid of darkness? She slid down the chair and kneeled before Ayan. How can I hate the woman who raised me as her daughter?

When I was in London, it was easy to hate her. But here, it's getting difficult Dad. It's painful.

NK and Aman felt tears coming in their eyes as they witnessed Khushi's breakdown. Arnav got up and stood beside the father daughter duo.

I am not a good daughter Dad. I am not a good daughter. She hugged Ayan as he took her in his arms. Ayan pulled her close, wanting to just hide her daughter from all the pain.

NK clenched his fist. It was not easy. He knew it since long. Khushi was not made to hate. She could never hate anyone. It was just not possible for her.

After her breakup with Arnav, NK knew that her every heart beat took Arnav's name only. She could never hate him despite everything he did to her.

And now, the woman in question is the one who took care of her for almost 19 years, as a mother. Life was playing a brutal game with Khushi.

Dad. Khushi broke the hug. I am feeling suffocation since I landed here. It is like some kind of invisible hand is holding my throat. Khushi rubbed her neck. It's getting difficult to breath. The air is stagnant around me. Arnav. She reached for his hand. Please stay with me.

I am here Khushi. With you. We all are here with you. He hugged her, holding her close to his heart.

Arnav, take Khushi to your room. Make her sleep. Ayan caressed her hair. She is too overwhelmed with all the events. Arnav nodded.

He helped Khushi on her feet but she clutched his collar, not letting go. Knowing she needed him, Arnav picked her up in his arms.

And Arnav, Ayan called her. Make sure she eat something whenever she gets up.

Okay. I will make sure. Good night. She glanced at Khushi who was curled up in his arms with her eyes partly closed.

Why are you this good, Khushi? Tears brimmed his eyes as he took her upstairs.

You both should take rest too. We will discuss our next step tomorrow. Ayan said before going to his room.

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Arnav placed Khushi gently on the bed, and covered her with the blanket. Kissing her forehead, he sat beside her. Khushi. He whispered holding her hand in his own.

I am sorry Khushi. He whispered as she looked at him. Don't be hard on yourself. Please. He brought her hand near his lips and kissed it. Your happiness means much more to me than the revenge, Khushi. He caressed her hands. Khushi pulled his hand, gesturing him to lie down beside her.

Arnav slid in the blanket and faced her. Both looked gazed at each other's eyes. I know. She whispered to him and then got up and hugged Arnav, stilling him.

He turned to lay on his back pulling her near him. Khushi placed her head on Arnav's broad chest. Holding him from his torso she listened to the soothing heartbeats of her love.

I am tired, Arnav. Make me sleep. She said as her eyes were dropping. Arnav slowly caressed her hair, bringing his other hand to hold her tightly.

Soon, both fell asleep, tired of the journey and the emotions.

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Ayan peeked outside his room. Noone was present in the living room. Silently making his way out, he went outside the building.

Sitting in his car, he ignited the engine and looked at the digital clock in front of him. 9:30 pm. He sighed and reversed his car, making it a part of traffic.

After some time, he stopped his car near a residential area. Stepping out, he locked his car and made his way towards the houses. Skipping almost half of the colony, he stopped in front of a familiar house.

He knocked on the door and waited for it to open. Soon, it was opened by a woman.

You?! She exclaimed.

Remember me? Ayan smiled.

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To be continued...

A/N

Phewww, it was tough to write after ages.. 📝

Hope it turned out good...

Love,
Neena💖