She fell on the floor clutching the phone close to her
heart. No, this could not be happening. It couldn't be him.. After all these
years.. But what if it was him? She needed to find out for herself..
She locked the door and took a step which she had vowed
never to take. 'Devi Maiya, raksha karna'. Desperate times called for desperate
Her head had started throbbing. A hundred thoughts were
running through her head. Tears were waiting to escape her eyes. History was repeating itself.. But she knew,
she had to be strong. For him, for herself, for them!
She boarded the next flight to Delhi. A place where her life
had taken a somersault. A place which had given her happiness and pain.
Happiness and pain had been done with, but memories remained etched in her
A couple of hours later, she stood in front of a huge
palatial residence. A mansion that had built by HIM, a house where HE lived, a
home where she had dwelt with her loved ones, a paradise which held many
memories, enough to cherish for a lifetime. A heaven she had left years ago, a
hell she was returning to.. Shantivan!
She pushed open the majestic gates and sprinted towards the
main door. All the while praying to her Devi Maiya, "humein shakti dena, aur
unki raksha karna.. Unhe agar kuch ho gaya toh hum jee nahi payenge.."
She entered Raizada Mansion and banged the door..
Hariprakash ran to the door and was shocked to see her. . "Kh.. Khushi Bhabhi????"
She heard a pooja thali fall to the ground, chinaware
crashing onto the floor and felt six pair of eyes staring at her. Three
shocked, two surprised and one.. one pair of eyes baffled..
Avoiding their gaze, she looked around the house.. A wave of
nostalgia hit her.. No.. no Khushi.. Now is not the time.. She gathered herself
together, mustered enough courage to face him and yelled in a voice filled with
murderous rage. A voice that would echo in this house for days to come..
'Shyam Manohar Jha.. Abhi issi waqt bahar niklo!!'