I am Forever Yours

Chapter-15

Third person's POV:

Next morning, Niyati woke up and found Puneet making breakfast in the kitchen. She felt guilty for avoiding the promised talk with him. But she didn't want to have distraction until she has her revenge.

"About time you woke up," he said, "Breakfast's ready. Care for some coffee?"

"Did you sleep at all ?" Niyati asked, worrying about his health as he is workaholic.

"Tried," Puneet said with a surprising look that she actually cared, "You like your coffee with lots of milk and sugar, don't you?"

"Don't bother," she said, "Just make it black."

They sat down at the table to have their breakfast and coffee. They're quiet the whole time. Niyati felt bad for him.

Niyati's POV:

I have had my share of crushes in college but had never ever been in a relationship. Even I had a tiny crush on Vikram when we first met. But then after knowing khushi , it vanished. Now all I feel for him is hate.

So, one day when my dad told me to marry Puneet, I was slightly taken aback. I couldn't think about how it would go. Will we have things to talk about? What if I don't like him? It made me very angry . I hate the fact that I couldn't do anything .
how I wish I hadn't brought Vikram with me to my parents house? Why Vikram humiliate my father and me ? Why my dad hated me for no fault of mine? All these questions were going around in my mind. I was nervous and clueless. The day finally arrived and the one thing I remember about our first meeting is that it wasn't awkward at all!

He did most of the talking and just made me feel really comfortable. And that's how our relationship has been since. My husband too was not interested in marriage. though a part of me was happy at that time , the other one was sad. Deep down , I longed for a guy who loves me for who I am, and believes in me even when I tend to doubt myself. Living with him has made me a happier and a much more stable person. I often tell others that I couldn't have found a better guy, best friend and husband. It's been nine years and I don't know when I started falling in love with him, more every day. I never told him that. He doesn't know how much I love him. I mean who wouldn't .
Whenever I yell at him , he'll admit that you're right, that you're always right even if I was at fault.how many guys do that? and that I would never actually apologize for anything. If I had the heart to forgive and forget everything that happened, I would've been living happily with him. But no, it's not the same. I didn't even tell him that I love him .
For the past nine years,all I had in my mind and heart was revenge. I thought by making Vikram miserable, I can finally be happy. So , I faked Khushi's death. I was satisfied with Vikram's situation. But then things started to change. Khushi who lost all her memory believed me when told I am her sister. She really loves me as her sister. The love and affection She pours on me is something different. She's like a baby. No wonder why everyone loves her. She's unique and genuine. I love her as my sister and I meant it. No one can let her go. I felt guilty whenever she brings up the past .

I miss her a lot. I knew Puneet likes her too. Not in romantic way . He doesn't want her to suffer. He just want her to regain her memory and unite with her family. He could've told her everything about her but he can't as I threatened him by trying to commit suicide if he didn't go along with me.

Third person's POV:

" I am sorry. " Pari said as she enters the bedroom again. This time Khushi's pictures didn't bother her .
Both Vishal and Virat slept in the bed with tear stained cheeks. Seeing them like this bothered her way more than anything. Her heart weeps and she couldn't comprehend what's happening with her and why she cares a lot for those boys.

She caressed their head and covered them with the bedsheets and turned on the table lamp. She kissed them in their cheeks and was about to leave when Vikram walked into the bedroom where he had so much beautiful memories about khushi. Seeing him, she hide below the bed. Vikram thought about how Khushi always liked to sleep on the left side of the bed. He lay down on the right side of the bed and moved his hand on the vacant spot, feeling the sheets, remembering all the times he made love to her on this very bed, how she lovingly held him, kissed him, how he soothed her, sang for her and put her to sleep. Every time he got agitated, she just knew how to calm him down.

The emptiness bore a hole in his heart. "I miss you Khushi," he said as a lone tear escaped his eyes, "I wish you were here to hold me, I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. I hate myself..I miss you..."

He looked fondly at her things lying around, her books, her clothes, her teddy bear, and suddenly noticed his kids. They wake up and looked everywhere as if looking for someone.

" What are you guys searching for? " Baffled vikram asked them.
" Mummy,. Where is she, daddy? I felt her presence here. She even kissed me. " Vishal said while touching his cheeks.
Not again. When vikram was about to explain them their mummy went to heaven, virat stopped him and said he too felt it.
Pari mentally slapped herself for her doing. She just got carried away. Her mobile ring gave her away. Having no option, she showed up herself.
" You again " Vikram and his kids said in unison.
" I just came here to say sorry. It wasn't intentional. It was an accident. That's it. I am leaving now" Pari said awkwardly.
" That's strange coming from you. I mean you're a spoilt bratty  and mean person. You're sorry. That's hard to believe. Whatever my sons are not your concern. " Vikram said harshly to her as he still couldn't fathom someone has same face as that of his Khushi. He could see a slight glimpse of hurt in her eyes, but then they went back to being emotionless.

She laughed and said "Yeah you're right, it doesn't concern me. I shouldn't have come here. ", she turned away and walked back into the house, disappearing from sight.

" So it's not mummy " Vishal started to cry again. Vikram consoled him.
Vikram dozed off. Virat was wake along with Vishal.
They both felt their dad was harsh on her and she doesn't deserve it. They decided to apologize to her on behalf of their father. They knew that it was exactly what their mummy wants them to do.

Pari was beyond furious and she's literally cursing him with almost evry bad words she knew.
" How dare he? He can he even judge me without knowing the real me? I have attitude but it's none of his business." She talked to herself as she lay on  the bed.
Tomorrow I will show him what a spoilt bratty mean girl can do.
Mr. Vikram Malhotra, game on. You messed with the wrong person.

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So here I am.
I have updated after ages. Sorry guys.
I really appreciate those who still hanging onto the story. This time I will update regularly at least one in a week.
Thanks for all your time.