Chapter 7

4 years ago

BlackNWhite

@desidillse

Khushi rooted down, listening to the designation Arnav has used for her best friend Lavanya, "Was she really his wife? Or was it a trap?", shockingly thought.

This was revolving in Khushi's mind again and again. In the entire career, as a cop, she had never seen this sort of complicated case. 

First, Lavanya claimed she loved ASR most and now ASR was claiming the same. "Maybe he was trying to hide reality from the police?", butting her lip, she reached to a result.

This strike to Khushi's mind when her room's door knocked, and Anjali leaned. Khushi wiped her tears, "Yes", in cracking tone.

Anjali entered inside with moist eyes, "I know you were crying, and you have a right too", she looked at Khushi, who shocked but wanted to extract the actual truth. 

"No Anjali ji. I was not", Khushi made an innocent face.

"The girl whose newly wedded husband deny accepting her for entire life, how can she control her tears," kissing her forehead, she apologised to Khushi.

Khushi spun around and reacted as it was a surprise to her. Now, Khushi has realised that Anjali awarded of the whole truth. She she tried to extract the more from her, mocking with fake tears.

"Aap ko pata hai?", Khushi fell down her face, as to know about Arnav's so-called ex-wife.

Anjali looked down and gulp the truth but Khushi shook her, "Tell me the truth"

Khushi's lips escaped a gasp out, when Anjali wasn't ready to mull off the whole truth.

Khushi acted a little more than she could, went to any extent to solve this mystery, and fetched a knife from the fruit basket to cut her wrist, "Now will you?"

The blood droplets were kissing the floor and Anjali uttered, "Lavanya was not only his love and wife but also life", Anjali spilled the beans out in order to save Khush, "Wife? And who am I ?"clenching her jaw.

"You too, but she was the first one," she told.

Khushi rolled her eyes, "What do you mean by Was?"

Anjali bit her lower lip under her teeth, "Few months back, she cut her wrist and left the world", which stunned her even more.

Khushi was again numb. She remained silent and rooted with umpteenth questions. The sweat started forming in her hand, which slipped the knife and destined to the floor.