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Anjali knew her mother was in
Mumbai, but this was unexpected.Seeing Garima and her mother together, Anjali
knew that Chhotey knew everything now. But she did not understand..."Why not
Chhotey? Khushiji is RIGHT THERE! I thought...we all had thought..."
"Di, that's not true..." He
told Anjali about it all. "Oh no!" Anjali gasped.
"And I am sure you needn't
be told the past story?" He asked bitterly.
"Chhotey, I am sorry. It's just
that... I did not know Khushiji was Nimmi Aunty's daughter, till Garima Aunty
met DAdi that night... I could not bring myself to tell you...You already hated
Papa so much... And...Chhotey, I don't get why Khushiji tried to commit SUICIDE!
She is just not that kind of person..." She said.
"I know" Arnav whispered,
the same time as Garima said, "Even we don't understand..."
"Chhotey, does that mean
that those two kids..." Anjali trailed off, pointing to Arshi and Navkush, who
were now playing with Little Khushi. She knew the answer...she got it from the
tears in her Chhotey's eyes.
Then, something struck
Anjali. "But Aunty, " she said, turning to Garima. "Why did you all lie...? That
Khushiji was-was d-dead?"
Garima looked away. "I don't
know what happened...She had come back from the temple with her friend...That
girl? I keep forgetting her name..." Garima muttered.
The trio looked at Garima.
Girl? What girl? Anjali looked at Arnav questioningly. Arnav shook his
head...Neither of them remembered seeing any girl with Khushi that day...the day
they had last seen her...
-Nearly Six Years
-After Anjali's delivery,
"Don't worry Chhotey...She
will be here..." Anjali assured her brother. She was trying to assure
herself...The broken look her brother wore again was her fault. Though they were
still not talking terms, they spoke a little...
Arnav's head was on the
steering wheel of his SUV...Where else do I need to look for her? This is my
last hope...! What if she wasn't here... And then, he felt it...
His head shot up
instantly...Anjali was smiling with relief...He looked out of the window...There
she was... In a blue sari, leaning against the temple pillar... She was looking
about here and there anxiously... Her left hand was glued to her belly and her
right hand was holding her cell phone, and a basket hanging from the crook of
her elbow. She was dialling someone's number, and seemed frustrated...As he
watched, she froze, and slowly turned around... They had an eyelock... Her face
broke into a smile, and tears started streaking out of her beauiful hazel
eyes... But suddenly, her eyes had grown wide after a little frown... as if she
had just remembered something...Her beautiful features were contorted in hurt
and pain... She closed her eyes, turned around and began walking away fast, and
broke into a run...
Arnav was feeling as if he
had been pushed off a cliff... WHY was she running from him...? Had what he had
said hurt her soo much that she had turned her back on him...?
These questions were
ringing in his mind, blocking out everything else... Anjali was too stunned to
react as well...
Now that Arnav thought
about it, she DID seemed to have been waiting for someone...And he now
understood why her left hand was on her belly...She was carrying their kids the
last time he had seen her... He told Anjali about this.
"But Chhotey, I still don't
get the reason for her suicide, AND who that other 'GIRL' could have been."
Damn it! Arnav HAD to find
out...He had a feeling that the solution of winning Khushi back, lay in the
reason for her attempted suicide... But first...
"Aunty, PLEASE. GIVE me a
chance to prove myself?" he begged Garima.
"WHY? So you can marry my
daughter for six months again?" Garima asked, outraged.
Now it was Ratna's turn for
a shock. "SIX months?! Chhotey, what is Garima talking about?"
Arnav flinched. He had told
his mother everything... Their temple marriage...His suspicion...His
kidnap...her rescuing him...EVERYTHNG till the last day he had seen Khushi... He
just had not mentioned the CONTRACT marriage...
Anjali very slowly, told
Ratna. Ratna was too stunned to react. Arnav turned to Garima again. "PLease
"I cannot forgive a
Mallik...My sister...I would not insult my sister...The same way you wanted your
sister protected..." Garima mumbled.
"Aunty, I am not a
Mallik...I am a Raizada..." Arnav said sternly, surely.
Ratna spoke up. "No...You
proved you are your father's blood...You could have ruined her life..." she said
Anjali gasped, and Arnav
was shattered to hear his mother say that. Garima turned, and began walking
towards Khushi's boutique.
"Aunty, PLEASE. I cannot
live without her..." He said softly enough for her to hear.
Those words...They were
sincere, and though she did not want to admit it, Garima knew he meant it... She
turned around and was a little taken aback to see Arnav kneeling on the sand, a
dejected look on his face, as he watched his children playing. She looked at Ratna's sad face, gazing at her son...
"Ok Bitua..." Garima said.
Arnav looked at her... 'Bitua'? That felt so good.
"Thank you SO much
Aunty..." Arnav cried in relief, as Anjali hugged him.
"But, there are
conditions." Garima said.
Arnav grew weary.
"We don't tell her all
truth at once...Her nerves are weak at the moment... So, I will only allow
attempts to try and MAKE her remember... Small details can be told to her, but
the rest need to be remembered by themselves..."
smiled through tears in agreement, as his mind already started making plans.
First, he needed to find out who 'that other girl' was...
PRECAP- Arnav felt something
stirring inside him...something unknown, he did not know whether it was anger or
pain... He watched with a breaking heart, as the man with the grey-striped tie
entered Khushi's room and gazed at her sleeping form with love. He began
to feel angry as he saw that man kiss her forehead. He couldn't take it anymore
when the man grasped Khushi's hand, and she held onto it tightly, as a slow
smile spread on her lips. She clasped his hand to her cheek, and continued to
Edited by Dynamix215 - 01 January 2013 at 1:47pm