EHMMBH FF: *||SSP #2: Update ~ pg. 134||* - Page 71

nice update...

why manvi behaving like stubborn...

Wow..

Ahhh this is amazing!!! <3 The effect that Virat has on manvi its speechless n Manvi reacts to his actions un-knowingly! The last bit was fabulous!! Cant wait for the next part!!! <3

awesome update...

hey di I loved ur update but plz introduce us to the past also like why manvi left to uk and wht ws the reason of their seperation and swamini ws involved etc etc. I really wanted to knw and also wanted that virat to knw abt it continue soon di

Awsm... fantastic... loved how virat always comforted manvi... eager to knw hw he is gonna make manvi realise her love fr him... pls cont soon...

Congrats on reaching 100 pages and wonderful update Kriti, I love the Virman relationship in this story. Please update soon when you have time. 😊

amazing...wrong place to stop. .

Chapter 34: Different wounds, same pain

Virat

When we're little we all have dreams… dreams to be those big superstars… or the people to make massive differences in society and be recognised worldwide. As we grow older and face the devastating realities of life we realise that anytime, any moment, without even thinking twice, we will sacrifice all our dreams for the sake of resolving life's harshest troubles.

That day, when I had to choose between my daughter and my wife, was more painful than difficult. If I sound selfish in saying this then be it, but any time, any second I would sacrifice anything for Maanvi, even my own child. Despite loving Aahana so much, I didn't have to think twice before choosing Maanvi before her. Of course, the pain that came with sacrificing my daughter was piercing, almost unbearable, but the sense of safety I had knowing that Maanvi was still with me aided my wounds. Of course, the scars are still there – they'll always be there. I will always be able to see them and feel them and they will make me feel guilty for the rest of my life, but that doesn't mean that losing Aahana will make my love for Maanvi any less.

I blame no one but myself for the loss of my daughter; after all it was my decision. My wife was willing to sacrifice her life for my happiness, but I'm not as selfless as her. I'm selfish. In no way possible could I sacrifice my life for Aahana – in no way could I sacrifice Maanvi for Aahana. I loved my daughter, I always will, but sometimes you have to sacrifice your biggest dreams for the sake of saving those vital little details in your life that you take advantage of and overlook every day.

Without Maanvi, there is no life, there is no breath ... there is no me.

***********************************************************************

'Let you die in peace?' Virat's voice was firm; it hushed up all the noise in the Vadhera house. 'Letting you die would be like murdering you with my own hands.'

'Oh come on then Virat, you may as well do that. If you could kill your daughter, then you can kill me too! It's no big deal; it wouldn't be difficult for you!' Maanvi screamed.

… and this was when it all begun.

It was now or never. Virat took the knife from the fruit bowl in the room. At this moment, he held Maanvi around the waist and pushed the knife into her hand. Virat turned the knife towards his own neck forcing Maanvi to stab him. Maanvi fought will all the strength she had, but his grip on her was unbreakable. Maanvi screamed in agony as she felt every fragment of Virat's pain while the knife cut through the layers of his skin. The efforts of the Vadhera family to stop Virat were all in vain.

He wasn't giving up, not today.

'Virat, Virat!! Virat please choro, dard hora hai! Choro na Virat,' Maanvi cried as the cut made on his skin pierced her heart. But he didn't stop. He held her hand around the knife firmly, his other arm tightly wrapped around her waist. He had to make her realise that no matter who received the wound, they both shared the pain. 'Virat, please… bohoth dard hora hai, Virat choro na!' Maanvi helplessly pleaded. Her heart continued to throb as the wound tunnelled deeper into his skin. His blood oozed out and trickled down her fingers, killing her soul. She screamed in dejection and suffering trying to stop him from hurting himself and killing her. 'Virat… 'she pleaded, losing energy and hope. By hurting him, she was killing herself. Minutes that passed seemed like years and the endless pain Maanvi could feel in her heart was double that of Virat's. Virat could see that it was hurting her too much; she couldn't tolerate the pain any longer. He loosened his grip on her hand gradually and she immediately fell to his feet, curled up and cried in the pain indented in her heart forever. She had hurt him, she was killing him. How, why? She would never be able to forgive herself for the pain she caused him… she was the reason he was hurt… how could she?

Jeevika came to Maanvi and Viren came to Virat, but Virat pushed both his bhai and bhabhi away immediately.

'Mujhe Maanvi se baath karna hai… abhi, akele mein,' and that was that.

'Virat tumhe chot-'

'I'm fine bhabhi,' Virat interrupted.

Jeevika's eyes dropped down to Maanvi, who was lying at Virat's feet. 'Mannu,' she whispered. Tears drifted down her cheek as she saw her helpless sister lying in pain.

'She'll be fine,' Virat assured. 'Aap log please jaaye.'

After they were the only ones left in the room, Virat locked the door and came to Maanvi. He took her in his arms, gently. She was conscious, just helpless, weak and fragile. The blood from his neck filled Maanvi's maang. She was his and he was hers. Moments passed and Maanvi eventually gathered herself together. The weakness was the same, but she was able to express herself at least. In grieve she looked at the wound that she'd caused him. She couldn't look at it for more than five seconds, it hurt her so much. 'Virat,' she whispered, gently, 'Virat.'

'Hmm,' he replied, his voice soft.

She looked up at him; eyes filled with tears. 'Tum …. Mein… mainne ye kya- kya diya,' she cried as her body melted in his arms. 'Ye maine kya kar diya.' She dug her head into his chest as her emotions spilled out. 'Virat mein ye-' her sentence came to an end as she realised that her maang was filled, unknowingly yet meaningfully. She looked him in the eyes… and the smallest amount of strength she had gathered shattered immediately. 'Virat… Virat mujhse nahi hoga… main ye, main ye nahi karsakthi. Tu-tumne meri bachi ko mar diya Virat… mujhse ye nahi hoga,' she cried.

'Maanvi, tumhe ye kya hogaya hai? Tum samajah kyu nahi rahi?!'

'Nahi… nahi Virat,' Maanvi said wiping away her tears and standing up, 'Mujhe kamzor math karo, tum, tum yaha se chale jao mujhe nahi rehna hai tumhaare saath… jao yaha se !'

'Tho tum kya chah thi thhi Maanvi? Main tumhe maar ke apni bachi ko bachaa loon?' He pushed her to the wall. If she wasn't going to give up, then nor was he. 'Tum mujhe itni si chot nahi desakthi tho mein tumhaari jaan kayse le letha Maanvi?! Mujhey itni si ghao dene mein tumhaari saans ruk ne waali thi Maanvi, tho tumhe maar ke main kaysee jeetha?! Jab dhadkan mar jaatha hai na Maanvi, do dil ka koy fayda nahi hotha. Maanvi, main tumhare bina kayse jeetha? Tum mujhe chot thaq nahi poho chaa sakthi, main tumhe maar kayse doon?!' He shook her, he begged of her to understand, but she just didn't. She refused to accept him.

'Virat, leave me. Leave now!' Despite Virat's continuous attempts to convince her, Maanvi refused to accept his love. She hated him, completely and inevitably and he felt disheartened to realise that he had begun accepting this reality.

1.52am … at this late hour, Virat left the house. He couldn't survive knowing that she wouldn't accept him.

'Virat?!' she called for him, 'Virat, Virat where are you going? Please, no.'

But he didn't respond. He left, and he took her heart with him.

'Mannu, Virat kaha jaa raha hai?!'

'Di, di please usse rok ye na… Geeju… Geeju dekh ye na Virat kaha jaa raa hai… Geeju usse rok ye na, please!'

'Jeevika, main Virat ke peeche jaatha hoon. Tum dhyaan rakhna,' and with this Viren immediately when after his heartbroken brother.

'Mannu, hua kya?!' Jeevika asked, desperately.

'Di, Virat mujhse bohoth naraaz hai… woh… pathaa nahi woh kahaan jaa raha hain… Di… Virat,' Maanvi cried.

Many moments passed in silence… the Vadhera family waited to hear from Viren but there was no response. Maanvi felt an excruciating pain piercing her chest. 'Aaah!' she cried.

'Mannu?!' Jeevika cried, at the sound of her sister's pain-filled voice.

'Di, di something's wrong. Something's wrong… Virat… ' Maanvi cried desperately. Di… Di Geeju ko phone kijye! Di, please!'

'Ha, ha Mannu, ek minute.'

Jeevika picked up her phone to find it was already ringing. 'Viren ji.' As she heard his words her heart sunk.

'Di? Di, Virat theek hai na. Di, Geeju ka phone that na… Di geeju ne kya kaha? Di please bolo na… geeju ne kya kaha?!'

'Virat ka… Virat ka… '

'Kya di… Virat ka kya?'

'Virat ka car crash hogaya, Mannu.'