CHAPTER 1: A Glimpse.
She was standing there, eyes closed, glossy pink lips moving in fervent prayer to her favourite deity. A few tendrils of her raven black hair, which had escaped from under the white dupatta she had loosely wrapped around her head, swayed with the wind and occasionally blocked their view of her profile. She was a vision in white; the slight wind in the air swaying her white anarkali around her legs, swaying the light fabric of her dupatta on her head. Standing there, she seemed to radiate innocence and purity. As they watched her, all else around seemed to fade away, till all they could see was her. After such a long time, she stood so close, that for a heartbeat, it seemed to them all that she had never left. This girl whom they had assumed had become a star in the sky, along with her parents, stood in front of them, in flesh and blood, only separated from them by a couple of meters and a throng of worshippers.
They watched, as the girl that they had known in what seemed like another life, finished her pooja, turned and walked unknowingly in front of them. All of them stood frozen, some by the shock of seeing someone they had mourned and cast to the world of the dead walk amongst the living, some by the memories they had shared with her, some by the relief of seeing a loved one they had never believed to have died although the world had told them to believe otherwise; they stood there frozen, incapable of saying or doing anything, They simply stood there, watching her: they watched as she calmly descended the stairs of the temple, her thalli carefully held in her hand, not bothering to look around, for if she had only turned to look to her right side, she would have seen her loved ones staring at her. They watched as a smile slowly crept onto her face. A smile they had yearned to see for near 5 years.
And they watched as that smile grew bigger as she reached the bottom of the stairs and as she slowly walked towards the road near the entrance of the temple; No, not the road, rather a man carrying a sleeping girl on his arms. His back turned from the temple. She tapped him on his shoulder to get his attention. They watched as he turned around and smiled when he saw her. They watched as he took the prashad from her hand, bent lower so that she could put the tikka on his head and then slowly turned and bent his knees so that she could do the same on the sleeping girl's head that lay on his shoulder. They watched as he passed his hand on her head in a sign of blessing and then turned to open the car door so that she could get in ' and leave.
- KHUSHIII.
It was Payal. She was the first to be shaken out of her shock. The thought of Khushi disappearing, leaving again had made her regain her senses. She dropped the thaal she was carrying and grabbing her sari, she ran after her little sister. The little sister for whom she had prayed to DM to keep safe for the past 5 years, a little sister whom the world had told her was probably dead, but she had refused to believe so. The smiling, lively, crazy thing that was Khushi could not just disappear from the face of earth.
She ran senseless, pushing through the crowd of worshippers, uncaring of how she looked, of whom she was pushing. Cursing the saree she was wearing that wasn't allowing her to run properly, fast enough to get to her sister. She had to reach her sister before she disappeared again. .
Payal's cry for her sister had awoken them all from their stupor.
- Chote' was the only word out of Anjali's mouth before she saw her brother run like a madman in the same direction as Payal. He pushed through the crowd, his eyes never wavering from the direction where the girl was getting into the car with the man.
Akash, too ran, to help his wife.
The rest of the Guptas and the Raizadas stood there shocked, watching, praying as Arnav approached the car in which the girl sat. But they knew that he would be too late. They watched in horror as the car started moving before Arnav was even close to her. They cried knowing that he would not reach her.
But the girl they were chasing was oblivious to their cries, their prayers, and their calls. She was oblivious to the beating of the heart of the man that had loved her and now chased her as if his life depended on it. The windows of the car in which she sat were closed, blocking out the world around her, cocooning Khushi in her world which was the little girl whose sleeping head lay in her lap and the man who sat next to her, while causing havoc in the life of all others.
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Chapter 2: page 2
Chapter 3: page 4
Chapter 4: page 4
Chapter 5-A : page 5
Chapter 5-B: page 6
Chapter 6: page 6
Chapter 7: page 8
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