UNBREAKABLE VOW (COMPLETED)

12 Anonymous Call

Part 12 Anonymous call

Khushi closed her eyes and thought deeply. Has Chotte Malik come back? What's happening in RM that he married a dying girl? She had no doubt about who is behind this drama. It must be Subhadra Raizada. But why she did that? Did she do that to fulfill her husband's wish? Is she a woman of repentance? Like really? When did Subhadra Raizada start thinking about other's wishes and feelings? Bullshit... How dare she could do that? Is my life a game for her? How casually she made me married to her grandson without my knowledge...? She wants to fulfill her husband's wish but she doesn't want a middle-class girl as her Bahu... How foxy woman she is... She gritted her teeth.

She opened her eyes and looked at her palm where Arnav wrote "A". Why did he write "A" in her palm? Why did he marry someone who is a brain dead patient? Something must be the reason and that reason should be fed by Subhadra Raizada. She is a cunning woman Khushi has ever seen.

Khushi knew that the Dean of the Oxygen Hospital is also a ROYAL woman. So, she should have helped Subhadra to achieve this drama. High class rubbishes...

Khushi leaned on the couch, keeping her hands behind her head, entwining her fingers. She smirked thinking something.

"Subhi darling... (of course, she addressed Subhadra in that way.) You had made a huge mistake by getting me married to your grandson. I had not forgotten yet how you evacuated us from the house and how you insulted us. Is low-class people's life cheap? Would you do anything you want with their life? Is marriage a game? Who gave you the right to play with my life? Will you tolerate it if I play with you? Of course, you have to tolerate... you have no choice. I never wanted to cross your path. But you have touched my wrong nerve by making me your Bahu by a silly drama. I know it must be for some stupid reason. Whatever... I won't leave you. This is my turn to make you sweat badly. Wait and see..."

Khushi surfed a lot about AR and Riazadas without leaving single information. She stopped when she saw Arnav's pic on the AR site.

"Look at his face... what a question he asked, ARE YOU STILL ALIVE? Idiot... like grandmother like grandson."

She thought something. What if he wants to know about her? What if he comes tracing her? She became horrified. She came out of the house and saw a few boys playing football. They often come to Khushi's house to get cleared the doubt in their subject. Khushi helps them always. She called them.

"Karan, Salim, Ram, Vivek, come here..."

They rushed to her leaving the ball.

"What Didi? Salim asked.

"I want your help."

"What help?" Vivek questioned curiously because they got a chance to help their favorite Didi.

"If anyone comes here asking for me, you should say I shifted the house last week only."

"But why, Didi?" Ram asked.

"He is my friend's brother. She eloped with someone. Her brother is thinking that I helped her. So they are searching for me. she said sadly.

"Ohh..."

"Please tell them what I said."

"You don't worry Didi... we will take care of them," Salim said.

"Thank you."

"How they look?" Karan asked excitedly.

"They are very rich people."

"Ok, we will send them back," Vivek promised her.

Khushi went back home smilingly. She went to Garima's room and searched in her cupboard, without messing the things. She was searching for an old diary. Shashi used it when he was alive. She saw the diary in the cupboard drawer. She flipped the pages for a particular detail. Khushi's face lit, seeing RM's landline number. She noted it down in her palm and came out, keeping the diary back.