UPD! PART 8B!! I Don't Need Proof-SS (Arnav's POV) - Page 20

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I read all 5chaps again =D

Now i need the 6th chap =D

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Part 6-I Don't Need Proof

After a while of crying, Khushi finally calmed me down. Then my eyes fell to the picture again.

"Khushi, this is a picture of me, Di, ma, and paapa." I said pointing a shaking finger to each of the familiar faces.

Khushi looked at it in her hands, with teary eyes. "Why didn't you show me this before?" She asked me. Her voice quivering along with mine. She was probably touched at the moment too. The world "ma" means a lot to both of us.

"Because I didn't have this, I found this in Aunty-Ji's room. How could she possibly have this? I'm so confused."

"I don't know either Arnav. She said looking at the picture closely. Wait! Arnav you idiot, you bafoon, you gadha!" she said walking out of the room pulling me with her.

"What?" I asked confusedly.

"I had never seen ma-ji but you have, how could you not see the resemblance?" She said opening Aunty-Ji's door slightly. She held up the picture up so a side by side comparison could take place.

"Oh. My. God." I said noticing the similarities. Aunty-Ji started waking up. She attempted to get up when Khushi helped her raise herself and lean on the bed. She winced in pain. After Khushi made her gulp down the haldi dood, I spoke to her.

"Aunty-Ji, how do you have this picture?" I asked in the slowest and softest voice possible. My heart knew the answer. Tears took control of my eyes. I could hardly see but I waited for the answer.

"This?" She said taking the picture in her hand and caressed the picture. "This is my son, my daughter, my husband, and that is me." She said. My happiness knew no bounds. I was going to say something when she started.

"Many years ago, it was my daughter's wedding. I was waiting for the baarat like everyone else. Suddenly I saw him (her husband) rushing inside angry with Mr. Malik following behind. They went into our room. I listened outside to their entire argument. I still remember it. I am blessed that my Anjali did not get married to that boy. I still remember their conversation."

Flashback:

"Jagdish Singh, please, you can't do this." Pleaded Mr. Malik.

"How could you even think, that I would let my daughter get married to your son after finding out your truth. How did you even think I would let my business empire turn into a den of smuggling and prostitution."

"But listen Mr. Singh, your empire is well reputed and we could easily carry out these activities. No one will be able to track down the kidnapped girls and the location of the drugs. AND we will make a lot of money! Come on Mr. Singh, be practical!"

"No Thank YOU! And if you do not leave now, I will call the police right this instince."

"Not if I can help it!" Mr. Malik said as he shot the bullet that pierced into Mr. Singh's heart. He put the gun in Mr. Singh's hand so it would look like he committed suicide.

Mr. Malik ran out and saw that Mrs. Singh was listening to the whole conversation. He ran after her but after realizing that he couldn't catch her he signaled his adopted son which was waiting in the car to shoot. And that adopted son was none other than'''''''''''''''''.yes our "dear" Shyam babua.

The bullet only hit Mrs. Singh's hand. Mr. Malik saw this and carried her away. He drove away and dropped Mrs. Singh the farthest possible to die. He contacted Mr. Singh's younger brother who had always been interested in making quick money. He explained to him that if he listens to Mr. Malik he will be of great benefit.

*End of Flashback*

And that was the last thing I heard before everything blacked out. Some nice residents found me and tended to my wound. I realized that the scumbag had dropped me off in Delhi. I started making and selling Devi-Maiya murtis and that kept me alive.

I had another unfortunate encounter with Mr. Malik and he vowed to keep my children safe if I never attempted to find them. I didn't trust him but when he said he would kill them if I did try to find them, then I had to stay mum." She said crying into her palu.

"And today, that Mr. Malik saw me again at the mandir, he was with his filthy adopted dog, that Shyam again. He ran after me like a wildcat and had his hired goons kidnap me. They were going to kill me if I didn't regain consciousness and ran away from there. But now they know I'm alive and my children are in danger." She wept.

I stood up in fury. So my dad didn't commit suicide, he was killed. Mr. Malik didn't take my mum to the hospital he tried to kill her off. Mr. Malik wanted Singh Group of Co. to turn into a den for smuggling and girl-selling. Shyam wanted Khushi so he could sell her off like the rest. My blood boiled, Shyam was the culprit of my entire family and NOW, he was not going to survive. I turned around and looked back and Aunty...sorry ma. Even though now I realized all that had happened, nothing compared to having my mom back.

"Aunty-Ji aap ka naam kya hai? (What is your name?)" I asked just to make sure although there was no need.

"Pratibha Singh Raizada, I kept my last name attached even back then." He smiled in between sobs. Khushi comforted her and made her drink a little bit of water. She then looked up at me with a smile. She knew how happy I must be feeling right now. She knew everything. I didn't know how to tell her that I was her son without exploding with happiness but then Khushi found an easier way. She took off her kangans and handed them to ma.

First ma didn't know what she was doing until she put on her glasses and saw that these kangans are no ordinary kangans, these were hers. She looked up and me and spread her arm wide.

"Chote," She cried in joy.

"Ma!" I said in the same 17 year old voice only calmer. She hugged Khushi and made her wear her kangans back. After the whole family reunion, Khushi told ma to rest and we walked out.

I honestly could not have been happier. Khushi started taking her "notebook" out and I decided to help her.

"Ok so now we have a LOT of things that can prove Shyam guilty. He was there to kidnap me and then sell me." She shuddered at her own words.

"Well since he has now taken over the Singh Group of Co. he probably has a den where he does all of this. If we can track the white van in that picture down to a place he owns, we can prove him guilty. Here is how it's gonna work:

1. We locate his den.

2. We find the same white car.

3. We prove that he come frequently to the place or he owns it.

4. I stand as witness saying how he tricked my family into everything and prove that I was his next prey.

5. You stand as witness saying that he was there.

6. Match Shyam's finger prints with the unidentified ones on the knife which supports your testimony."

"Khushi that is excellent but he is going to deny being there, he will make some reason up for having his fingerprints on the knife.

"Then we will have to make him confess, I have a plan." She said.

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Not much ArHi here either but, this SS revolves around a case so we needed this to set the setting. Next part and ones to follow, I promise there will be ArHi-ish things but the most passionate ones will be at the end.

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