Part 26

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Arshi POV

'Ready?' I forwarded my hand towards my father, to which he obliged. We took a step forward, TOGETHER. Yes he did stumble but that's what I am here for. Even though the circumstances are not pleasing, but knowing that I'm experiencing it with him, by holding his hand, bestows peace upon me.

We took another step towards the door. Each step making me anxious, making me wonder what my family's expressions would read. Right now we are waiting for the door to be attended so we can enter our home but alas, my family seems to be preoccupied today.

I glance at our entwined hands and took notice of a mark, which caused me to recall the reason.

FLASHBACK

Lucknow...For many days now the thought of visiting that city again, irked me. Yes I know that was the first place I visited upon my arrival. But that was solely for business purposes. This is different.  After all that is the place where it all started No! It's not what you are thinking! Not the encounter with that idiot!

The place where the hate-love story started, the place that snatched their everything, but if it was the place that snatched everything, then it was that very same place that bestowed them with each other. However, that was not the only cause of me wanting to visit Lucknow. The conversation I had with mom still lingering in my head, regarding the Maliks was the major contributing factor.

'Jis din hum dono mille the, usse din ne Arnavji Sheesh Mahal wapas karida. Aur uske chacha ghar se nikal diy gaye.' (Arnavji reclaimed Sheesh Mahal on the day we met. And his uncle was thrown out.)

Not forgetting my father's penned down thoughts regarding his feelings for mom...Tabse.[from then]

'Aapko kabhi nahi pata chalega ke aapke raaste mein kaun ajnabi aapka humsafar ban jaayega... Voh kaunsi ghadi ho jab koi anjaan aapke dil ko chu jaaye.' (You will never know which stranger will become your companion in your path...The moment when an unknown person touches your heart.)

'6th June - Jis din mein aapni Khushi se mila tha! Yaad hai aapko?! (The day I met my Happiness! Do you remember?!)

Those two reasons literally had me driving to Lucknow only to be apprehended by an accident. Yeah you heard right. Only thing was that I was not the cause of the accident. I lost consciousness at the sight of the collided vehicles. The sight was gruesome. I felt the occurrences of two years ago unravel and that had me feeling nauseated. I felt myself go rigid and my hands had become cold. Sweat beads started to form on my forehead. So much for trying to hide this. Gradually blankness engulfed me and my head found solace on the steering wheel.

I awoke to an excruciating pain that I had felt on my side of my neck and my head was aching. I touched it and found that my forehead was bandaged. Must be a small scratch, nothing severe, I presumed. It was then that I realized that I was in my room, how, I came to learn later on, that Mr Khuranna brought me here, much to my dismay. Why does he have to appear at the places I do?

However, I didn't have time to ponder over that. I had other things to worry about. With great difficulty I hid these pass outs I have been having. However, Dr Sanjana surprised me by not slipping a word to my family. I was grateful to her for that but she was furious at me, for not telling her about it, two years ago. You must be thinking why she would be furious! Actually, she's my friend, so is Sunaina. But wait where am I going with all this?!

Yeah so as punishment she recommended that I take ample of rest and of course my family took her words seriously. I wasn't allowed to step out of bed for two days. I was disdained I couldn't even spend time with Dad. Damn you Sanjana! However, I decided that I would run Dad's routine at the farmhouse. There too, Mom advised that Mohan kaka would drive us there. I mean like seriously! Haad hai yaar! [there's a limit.] It's not like I can't drive. I tried cursing Sanjana but I couldn't because if it wasn't for her Dad and Bhaiya...Not forgetting Sunaina.

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