ISKKNDFF. My One and Only The End:) - Page 26

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Awww all three chapters are great

wow...very nice updates...

Originally posted by: deeps_92

wow...very nice updates...

28 th part was funny...arnav doesnt know to tie a tie...

and last part was so emotional...

very very very well written...

and did u said that u wont be updating for sometime...

this is totally unfair...

today only my exams got over...

so please update more and make my holidays better...

its a request ...

please

i don't know but i might consider posting another one on ur request

great update pls continue soon

awesome update!! part 27 and 28 were funny especially the part where they tell Khushi he doesn't know how to tie a tie! hilarious seriously!!!

Here are 2 more parts... i just want to finish up this ff because i have another one lined after after this one so it's gonna go really fast..

Please leave comments and enjoy:)

Part 30:

The tears streamed down her face when 'she witnessed the little helpless child in him, who was forced to grow up'...for the first time she found herself helpless in his case...she didn't know what to do at this very moment...should she ask his 'so called' father about the accusation that he threw on his own son?...or she should control the blood that was running down his hand...or she should control herself, who still couldn't digest the fact that 'a son was accused for killing his own mother'...or she should just kick everything outta her mind and...love him...love him till he forgets about every single pain that he had been through since his childhood...become his angel just like he came as one when she was in need...

Somehow managed to get the right hand out that was clutching onto the photo frame, she gently wrapped the end of her saari around the cut, at least control the blood before covering the wound with clean dressing...after that she let him cry for some time...letting him pour out all the pains that he imprisoned in his poor heart, while she gently kept running her fingers through his hair...

Her eyes opened when she felt the back of her right palm hit the floor...cursing herself for dozing off during her duty, and that was to take care of him...not noticing him anywhere in the room, she looked at the wall clock to read the time, 4:17am...quickly checking on her son, she stood at the door of her bed room hoping to get a glance of him but instead Mrs. Bregenza showed up, holding a little box..."...he is on the terrace..."She quietly informed Khushi...concerned about the poor lady, she inquired, "...you didn't rest??..."..."how can a mother get a peaceful sleep when her son is in pain??...please go to him...he needs you...don't worry about Aryan... " the helpless old lady reassured after controlling her tears...offering the little kit, Mrs. Bregenza quietly suggested, "...here take it...it's painful..."...

Her heart ached again at the sight of him...sitting on the verrado steel futon swing, he was looking at the stars with a penitent look on his face...as if searching for his mother to beg for her forgiveness...without a word she quietly took her place to his right, then gently picking up his right hand, she started to clean the blood before wrapping the wound with bandage, when she felt his warm cheek on her shoulder...resting his head on her shoulder, he quietly let out the pain that was almost killing him at that very moment...

"...I was nearly eight...exactly don't remember what I was doing, but after receiving the parcel from the postman, I----did----open----it...and----saw a glimpse of him with a lady...I thought it might be for him since it had his photos in there...the parcel also didn't mention any name so I handed it over to momma..."...didn't know what to say further, he kept quiet for a while before continuing, "..after that I didn't see her ever again...Mrs. Bregenza used to tell me she went to visit her family..."...taking a pause before pointing at the stars with his left index, he finished, "...way...up there...but she never came back...never ever!!!..."...still keeping herself occupied in her task, she quietly listened to his short haunted past...

Next Morning

In order to give himself a break, he decided to join Aman for the result of their tender...it was one of the biggest opportunities for him to take his success to his dream level...45 more minutes to go...not caring about his surrounding, sitting on the leather chair, he was waiting for Aman in the large conference room, when he felt a tap on his shoulder...turning around to see the smiley face of his friend...'...sh*t...' the first thing came into his mind, as soon as Aman noticed the red-gloomy face of his dear friend...before sitting on the chair, Aman excused himself "...lemme grab a black coffee for you... "... interrupting him, Arnav tried to assure, "...no...it's--.."...not letting him finish, Aman gently dismissed him before leaving the place, "...you are not alright...ok!!...I'll be right back..."...

Speaking with one of his colleagues, his eyes suddenly got to catch a familiar face on the other end of the 26 feet conference table...for the first time in his life, he found himself speechless...he found himself being constrained to closely observe the face, to note the 'hidden' pain in those eyes...he was aware of his solemn mood but not this painful state...all of sudden feeling uneasy at his own behavior, Mr. Umesh Malik excused himself to leave for some fresh air...

Loosening the tie from his neck, he pushed himself on the chair inside a little coffee shop, glad since the place was not crowdy at all...lazily massaging forehead, he made an effort to bring his real attitude back in himself as this new feeling of restlessness was not adjusting with his personality...as if his heart and the feeling within it were having a tiff between themselves...and he was unable to control any of them...now the question was, why he was feeling this way??...he never cared about his son or any other relationships in his life, then all of a sudden after 27 years, why he was feeling that he had committed an unforgivable sin??...why he was unable to deal with this feeling??...why the sight of his face keep flashing in front of him, as if his heart wrenched seeing him in such state..."..may I??..." he looked up to see Mr. Singh standing at the opposite of the table, holding two cups of coffee...

Neither did he miss his son's best friend's mental state nor did he miss the reaction of Mr. Mittal at observing Prem...since his son, Aman was there to take care of Arnav, he thought it was high time that someone gives Mr. Malik a lecture not on business ethics but on relationship ethics...if it wasn't for , the Arnav Mr. Singh himself wouldn't bother to waste his time talking to some useless species on earth...but noticing Arnav's face, he couldn't control himself as he never differentiated between Aman and Arnav...catching him leaving the room, he thought it to be a perfect opportunity to give a piece of his mind when he too decided to leave the room to follow after him...observing his steps towards the coffee shop, Mr. Singh decided to grab two cups of coffee for themselves, hoping that the morning caffeine could do some good to his empty brain...

Noticing the familiar face, holding two cups with a smile on his face, he gave him the permission to accompany him..."...thank you..." expressing his gratitude, Mr. Singh gently settled himself opposite from the man before slightly passing one of the cups towards his company..."...Are you alright??..." he inquired...finding it awkward to meet his eyes, Mr. Malik grabbed the coffee from the table..."...yeah!!...thanks..." pointing at the refreshment, he replied...smiling to himself he further inquired, "...How was your meeting with Arnav last night??..."...surprised at his sudden interest in his personal life, Mr. Malik glared at him before taking a sip from the cup..."...sorry if you think of it as very inappropriate of me to butt in to your family matter...but as far as Arnav is concerned, I can't help it...I've been always considering him as my son ever since he became a part of Aman's life..."...taking a pause to take another taste of the moring caffeines, he continued, "...I am a father too..."...there it is...finally found the missing piece of the puzzle... '...Father...'...

Part 31:

Taking a pause to take another taste of the morning caffeine, Mr. Singh continued, "...I am a father too..."...there it is...finally found the missing piece of the puzzle... '...Father...'...

"...just like a mother, a father too can never see his kids in pain..." he stated in a soft tone..."...I know you are feeling bad for Arnav..."...noticing the look from his audience, Mr. Singh justified, "...oh c'mon!!...a two months baby can read your face at this moment..."..."...then why are you keeping yourself away from him???...If you feel, you did injustice to Arnav for keeping him away from your love then get the guts to fix it, damn it..." he tried to persuade Mr. Malik..."...that boy had been through a lot since childhood...if you realize your mistake, then please go to Arnav and admit that you care for him...that you do love him too...don't make yourself a worse example in the definition of a father..." finishing his words, Mr. Singh left him alone as he thought the dose to be enough for today...

'...it was too late to reverse it now...didn't he already prove himself one last night???...' Mr. Malik thought at his advice, but he couldn't find any answer for it as he himself was not sure about what he really wanted...or felt...all of a sudden feeling miserable at the confrontation between his heart and mind, he turned back when his eyes caught the image of the father-son outside of the main conference room...

Holding a cup of hot black coffee Aman headed towards the conference room when his eyes fell on his father, "...Hey dad!!!...where do you think you are going??.." noticing Mr. Singh walking towards the Coffee shop Aman asked, very well aware of his father's intention...caught by his son, the poor man mumbled for the right words, "...umm, to-the-conference..."...raising an eyebrow the son informed with a smile, "...Oh really!!!...but the conference room is behind you and as far as I can see, you were heading towards the Coffee shop, planning to buy some chocolate timbits...right??!!..."..."...trust me they are sugar-free...and they are good for my health..." the clever father tried to convince..."...really??!!...since when??!!..." Aman demanded...unable to find a suitable answer for the question, Mr. Singh tried to ignore the discussion as he was being so desperate to taste the morning fresh doughnut balls, "...Oh just forget it yaar...just look at those lovely, tasty and tiny timbits..."...

"...That's why I am telling you, at least have mercy on them...lets go from here..." slipping his hand into his father's arm, Aman almost dragged him out the coffee shop, laughing ..."...Oh man!!! you are such a spoiler..." he too laughed, then like an obedient child Mr. Singh unwillingly followed his son...turning back to the shop, giving a last look to his favorite sweets, the old man tried again, "...see!!, they are looking at me...lemme grab some for you then..."...shaking his head in disbelief, Aman cut in, "...they are blind dad...and I don't accept bribe...let's gooo!!!..." unable to keep up with his childish father, Aman literally dragged him into the conference room all laughing...

He found himself smiling at the scene...the bond those two share...a strange bond in fact, mixed of love, friendship, fun...his gaze dropped on the floor thinking of the 'only' bond he shares with his son, the bond of 'hatred'...as he realized, he had to repent for his deeds...

Late Afternoon

After feeling satisfied with the milk, little Aryan snuck out of the part of mommy's saare, used to cover him during his feed...while busy in covering herself properly, brightly smiling at Khushi, he carefully rolled over on the bed from him mommy's lap, not letting her make him burp...finding the scope he started crawling closer to the end of the bed to get off to practice his daily exercise as he had been expert in taking at least 7-8 steps without any support... "..Aryannn, wait!!!..." she quickly grabbed his right leg...then gently pulling him closer to her, she picked him up on her right shoulder...after finishing up with the burp, she tenderly lied him down...before he could escape again, Khushi captured him under her as she almost lied on him, making sure of maintaining her weigh on his chubby body..."...aap hamesha momma ko tang karte ho..." pretending to be upset, she complained while cupping both his little hands into hers...sensing the upset tone he called her "...hmm-mah..." instantly making her forget about everything as she just admired the apple of her eyes...

Unable to put up with the 'fake' anger, she simply smiled at her son before nuzzling her nose with his cute one...after placing a soft kiss on his tiny adorable lips then another one on his cute dimple on the chin, the mother replied, "...yesh!!..maa..."...giggling at the sudden nuzzle, little Aryan got the hold of his mommy's lower lip, only to feel a couple of pecks on his chubby fingers...

Slipping her both hands under his back, she rolled over to grab the 3.5 by 5 silver leaves photo frame...bending both her knees to support her son's back, Khushi comfortably positioned Aryan on her abdomen...turning her attention back to the man in the frame, her lips slightly curved up to a small smile...his sullen face in the image was the reason behind her smile...

'...what is it??...lemme see!!!...' he couldn't take the suspense anymore as he held the upper border of the frame and pulled it down to steal a glimpse of the reason of his mommy's smile...'...oh!!...it's my favorite buddy...what do you call him again??...' busy in refreshing his memory, the son unknowingly spoke up his mind, '...pae..pe...pep...'...observing the cute-frowned face of her son, as he was facing a hard time pronouncing the name with his tiny sharp lips, Khushi broke into a giggle...cupping his adorable face, she brought him closer to place a kiss on those little cute lips..."...aww my poor love...want momma to help you shona???!!..." noticing his hard effort to get it right, she decided to offer a help to her son...

At Night

All his tiredness ran away after seeing the beautiful faces of two important people in his life as he placed the black leather targus laptop case on the table...but she did notice those exhausted eyes, after getting a sleepless night, why wouldn't he look tired??...she thought of setting the dinner for him before he decides to hit the bed...after welcoming Arnav with a smile, Khushi headed towards downstairs, leaving the two men in charge of each other...

"...Hey big man...still up??..." brightly smiling at his son, he greeted him while unbuttoning the sleeves before turning to the large closet to get his clothes...and the son got all ecstatic seeing his friend in happy mood...noticing his back towards him, little Aryan carefully got off the bed without making any noise...after successfully taking a couple of steps without any support, the poor one failed to keep the journey on...getting up from the floor, he straightly took four more steps and grabbed him by his leg just in time before falling on the floor again..."...Paa-Paa..." he greeted back the man...

After rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, he lazily untucked the grey shirt half way...as he was about to grab the navy-blue pair of pajamas, he felt something soft around his right leg, before he could react, his entire world stopped for a second as soon as those syllables echoed in his ears...half-consciously, looking down at the source of the voice, Arnav surprisingly smiled at his little son before picking him up in his arms, feeling top of the world for his son's accomplishment... forgetting about everything, he held his dear son close to his heart, when he again heard him attempting those words, "...Paa-Paa..." but this time, the little one pointed at something on the bed-side table...Arnav smiled before heading towards the piece that his son was pointing at...

Arnav picked up the silver frame of his own photo from the side table after comfortably positioning themselves on the bed...'...Yes, this one!!!...mommy taught me that I should refer you as...' little Aryan acted out the lesson as he pointed at the photo with his chubby finger when Arnav held the photo before him..."...Paa-Paa..." he repeated...understanding the narration of his son, Arnav full-heartedly thanked his wife for the wonderful gift...too happy to do anything, Arnav placed the photo frame back on its original place before grabbing his son back into his arms...placing a kiss on his soft, chubby cheek, he lied down cuddling onto his son...as soon as his back felt the softness of the matress, his sleepy eyes took him to a peaceful dream-land...

'...Oh boy!!!...is that what I get for calling you that???...' surprised at the result of his effort, poor Aryan stared at his Paa-Paa...the smile on his face didn't let the little one disturb the man as he thought, '...lucky you because I was gonna get back at you...but never mind, I can always catch you tomorrow as I'm too sleepy to bash you up right now...' grabbing the chest pocket of his shirt, the little son yawned before cuddling himself into his 'Papa's protective arms'...

AWWW! aryan is sooo cutee!!! 😳 that moppet is ADORABLEEE!!! 😳