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Part 8
Gunjan woke next morning. Her head was paining and her vision was blur.
Gunjan: Nanuuuuuu....( she fondly calls her Grandmother Nanu).
Her Grand Mom comes holding a glass....
Grand Mom: Yeh le.....
Gunjan: Yeh kya hai....!!!
Grand Mom: Lemon and water....tumhara headache theek ho jayega...
Gunjan takes the glass and drinks it.
Grand Mother: Misthi ab utho...and pack your stuff....we will be leaving this place.
Gunjan (shocked): What? But why? Where will we go?
Grand Mom: India
Gunajn immediately got up from bed shocked and looked at her Grand Mom for few seconds then started laughing.
Gunjan: Nanu...subah subah joke!! aur woh bhi itna disgusting joke....
Grand Mom ( sternly): Its' not a joke....we are going to India...tumhare Dad ka phone aaya tha....You have got admission in one of the good college of Mumbai....
Gunjan who till now thought that her Grand mother was joking was now serious and was furious when her Gran Mom mentioned her Dad.
Gunajn: Kitni baar kahu main aapse...I don't want to hear about him....why you do this everytime...
Grand Mom: He is your Dad....
Gunjan: Dad my foot.....a person doesn't become dad just by name....what has he done to be called my dad...and please why are you taking his side...U too hate him...after all he is responsible that your daughter and my mum is not alive and you...
Grand Mom: Enough Gunjan....(Her Grand Mom calls her Gunjan when she is angry). You have said enough...and don't need to remind him who is responsible for my daughter's death....I am very well aware of it...and the person you are talking about his your father, your mother's husband.
Your mother loved him and that's why even when he didn't cared about her she was staying with him amd fulfiling her duties as a wife and mother. Atleast come to India for your Mother.
Saying this Gunjan's Grand Mom leave.
Gunjan was too numb to say anything...she didn't want to go....she dreaded going to that house....to the place where she lost everything. She wanted to cry but couldn't. Her tears had dried 8 years back when she saw her mother being tortured by her so called husband and her father.
Gunjan slowly went upto her cupboard and started taking out her stuff. Her Nanu's words were echoing in her mind....come to India for your Mother.....yes...she will go to India she won't run-away from that place now she has to got there...afterall there are so many things that she needs to do so that her mother's soul may rest in peace. She will do anything for her mother even if it means coming face to face with her mother's killer and addressing him as her Dad.
Precap: Sajan's First Meet.😉
Ragging at college.
Sajan's first kiss.....😳
Samrat slapping Gunjan.....😭
Gunjan woke next morning. Her head was paining and her vision was blur.
Gunjan: Nanuuuuuu....( she fondly calls her Grandmother Nanu).
Her Grand Mom comes holding a glass....
Grand Mom: Yeh le.....
Gunjan: Yeh kya hai....!!!
Grand Mom: Lemon and water....tumhara headache theek ho jayega...
Gunjan takes the glass and drinks it.
Grand Mother: Misthi ab utho...and pack your stuff....we will be leaving this place.
Gunjan (shocked): What? But why? Where will we go?
Grand Mom: India
Gunajn immediately got up from bed shocked and looked at her Grand Mom for few seconds then started laughing.
Gunjan: Nanu...subah subah joke!! aur woh bhi itna disgusting joke....
Grand Mom ( sternly): Its' not a joke....we are going to India...tumhare Dad ka phone aaya tha....You have got admission in one of the good college of Mumbai....
Gunjan who till now thought that her Grand mother was joking was now serious and was furious when her Gran Mom mentioned her Dad.
Gunajn: Kitni baar kahu main aapse...I don't want to hear about him....why you do this everytime...
Grand Mom: He is your Dad....
Gunjan: Dad my foot.....a person doesn't become dad just by name....what has he done to be called my dad...and please why are you taking his side...U too hate him...after all he is responsible that your daughter and my mum is not alive and you...
Grand Mom: Enough Gunjan....(Her Grand Mom calls her Gunjan when she is angry). You have said enough...and don't need to remind him who is responsible for my daughter's death....I am very well aware of it...and the person you are talking about his your father, your mother's husband.
Your mother loved him and that's why even when he didn't cared about her she was staying with him amd fulfiling her duties as a wife and mother. Atleast come to India for your Mother.
Saying this Gunjan's Grand Mom leave.
Gunjan was too numb to say anything...she didn't want to go....she dreaded going to that house....to the place where she lost everything. She wanted to cry but couldn't. Her tears had dried 8 years back when she saw her mother being tortured by her so called husband and her father.
Gunjan slowly went upto her cupboard and started taking out her stuff. Her Nanu's words were echoing in her mind....come to India for your Mother.....yes...she will go to India she won't run-away from that place now she has to got there...afterall there are so many things that she needs to do so that her mother's soul may rest in peace. She will do anything for her mother even if it means coming face to face with her mother's killer and addressing him as her Dad.
Precap: Sajan's First Meet.😉
Ragging at college.
Sajan's first kiss.....😳
Samrat slapping Gunjan.....😭
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