"Khushi u have turned 18 , u must leave this orphanage , I can't keep u here , these r the rules I can't break them " said miss Divya while smirking at the hopeless situation of this orphan , it wasn't the first time for her to see this sorrowful scene before her eyes , where the lonely young girls will go away from their " approximately " HOME , pearl tears will start pouring down from their beautiful eyes , but strangely she couldn't feel any kind of sympathy for them , maybe cos her life was miserable, being an orphan at the age of 12 , bearing every taunt and bad word from this harsh society for working in different low - jobs , living the same situation as them , have created a sense of satisfaction to hear their pleads , to impose her powers on them to get her revenge from ... them ...society ...she simply can't define well.
"But mam , u can't do this to me !!" said Khushi pleading with choked voice .
Miss Divya stands up from her luxury sofa with smirk adoring her half- burned face said while pointing two fingers towards herself and Khushi's hearts "U know what ! Khushi ,that's the painful truth for u and the pleasant one for me : "I CAN": and for your future take it as an advice from your mam u should get used to these painful truths , cos believe me there will be A.L.O.T.E" emphasizing on her last sentence and the least word more and more , breaking a delicate young heart , scaring a transparent innocent soul , adding a huge burden to small lonely shoulders and forcing a naive teenager to became mature young lady before her time .
As khushi left miss Divya's office , she felt her large world , which was created 12 years ago crashed on her petite figure , the love of Bimala auntie and her warm lap , the wisdom of Gopal uncle and his funny talks , Reva's pranks , Amirta's care , even Divya's mam bad attitude , she couldn't believe this anymore , she couldn't take this anymore and so her tolerance came to the last edge ,breaking all barriers around her , she burst into painful ,distressing tears ,crying for her fate which made her an orphan for the second time in her life after the tragic ending of her parents and elder sister ,laughing on her lost situation ... she end up running to her auntie Bimala's warm lap and uncle Gopal sweet hands that were caressing her long ,silk- like, black hair , to fall finally into a deep thoughtful sleep which for her is the last ...but fate has more for u princess u will find your own cozy refuge which u r going to call it your real HOME.
"Je suis solitaire maman...I miss u dad " ,away from the city ,at the outskirt of Delhi ,said a desperate Arnav ,sipping his wine ,while his mesmerizing golden eyes twinkling like shinning stars during this intense dark night,and almost... at the verge of loneliness ,... at the edge of tolerance ,cutting the way of those bad ideas that were creeping in his over - intelligent brain , his phone rang... introducing a new work session , breaking his unwanted connection with 10 years old happy memories , although he left his phone in the living room but with his strong sense of hearing ,he heard it clearly ,audibly and just 10 seconds he was answering his phone " yes Aman what is it ?" ,"sir, I called u regarding the job interviews we r holding tomorrow , u didn't mention anything about your presence,r u going to attend them ??"said Aman the loyal secretory of Arnav ,"u know Aman I love everything to be in a perfect way , though I trust u ,but this is about AR groups future and I can't prone it to any danger , I will be there as usual at 10 o'clock , D'accord ??" he know his boss, he is a perfection but in a positive way ,he respects his employees and deals with them in a great way , so without any further arguments ,he disconnects the call wishing a Good night for his boss ,his IDEAL.
Changing his clothes , wearing light ones , he get out, trying to forget himself in his mother's marvelous garden which is a gift from his dad to her for "his coming news",he could feel her,her touch that cold but comforting one ,yes she was a vampire but she fell in love hopelessly, unintentionally , beautifully with his dad ,his sweet , human ,caring dad ,he could smell his enchanting perfume while he was romancing his mom ,"lgant, leave me now ,I want to finish decorating my flowers ,my babies and u shameless mari ,Arnav is here not in front of him , don't spoil my baby's intelligent brain ", "Nico , u know I can't resist u while u r gardening ,sweetheart and yes look at my hero he is busy in his own world playing with his colorful parrot ,sooo come here now ", I could hear their melodies , Whispering to each other , forgetting my strong ears , thinking I won't hear there sweet talk ... and in those times I was thankful for my abnormal abilities which make me hear their voices to remember them every night while attending these plants "maman's babies ", a lone tear slip from my golden eyes- which I don't need to change their color now - declaring my defeat,my need to someone sucking this tear , erasing this pain ...who for him is unavailable forever but his fate is planing something else .
"A new morning , a new beginning" , that was my momy 's beautiful words every morning while waking me and my sister "Nita" up , and today when I woke up after an awesome dream where I saw my mother , father and sister in our old house laughing , talking ...happy ,yes they were happy ,I woke up determined to change my life , to be independent , to fight my fate , to build a new life even if that life will contain just ME, cos Khushi Gupta will get the courage from her Ideal , her papa ,who was the brave person who fought for his daughters , who fought to get the daily sustenance for his family even when he was just a Construction worker ,actually I still remember his dust - covered clothes , his injuries - covered hands , but he was BRAVE for me , for every person he knew , the sudden knock on my door pulls me out from my thoughts ,"get in ", I said while brushing by hair in front of the mirror ,"Khushi baby , u r ready ? according to miss Divya's instructions u should leave before anyone wakes up"said Bimala auntie in her sweet voice ,"yes , auntie I am ready ", I dropped a kiss on Reva an d Amirta foreheads while my lips shivering and my tears threatening to slip unintentionally from my eyes ,how can I leave them ,they r my small sisters ,my lovely sweethearts but I should do that , for the first time of my life I thanked Divya mam for her decision ,cos I know these fragile hearts won't be able to tolerate the GOODBYE ,sneaking out from our room or I must say their room cos after this day it isn't mine anymore , "Khushi baby , Gopal uncle wants to talk to u before u leave ,come with me ", I hold auntie's hand and went to meet my peace ,Gopal uncle ,watching me with moist eyes , uncle holds my hands in his large comforting ones and said " beautiful , I talked last night with my close friend 's son "Aman",he is working at AR groups and asked him to find a work for u , he was so generous to offer a peon's job for u but he said ,his boss love to interview every one personally even for a peon's job and the interviews r today ,as I already arranged your stay with Payal and Anjali ,my nephews ,they live alone cos their parents in Lucknow ,Anjali is 26 ,she works as a teacher for kindergarten students and payal ,her sister ,24 years old , she works as a dance teacher ,sweet girls u will love them , now u will go to their apartment after that get ready and go for the interview it will be at 12 o'clock ,is that Ok with u dear ?" I was listening to uncle Gopal's sweet ,old voice , while tears were making their way along my cheeks , he is sooo kind , he is helping me without any hesitation and in the next second when uncle finished his talk asking me if I am Ok with what he arranged , I was in his arms ,weeping loudly for leaving him ...for leaving auntie ... for leaving my life .
As always , I pretended to be asleep when Mrs Sharma "Savita Sharma ",my housekeeper, a sweet , 46 years old woman , she takes a great care of this mansion alone without need to any help ,knocked my door and opened it "Good morning sir ", I opened my eyes and rubbed them as my father used to do "as humans do every morning " and said with a heavy voice to sound like someone who was sleeping "Good morning ", "I just wanted to know if u like something special for the breakfast ,sir",I looked at her "not forgetting to change my eyes color ","nothing , u can prepare what do u want but hurry up cos I have to leave at 9 o'clock "I looked at my phone and continue "nearly after 2 hours ", "Ok sir , everything will be as your wishes ,excuse me now " she said politely and left closing the door after I nodded my head slightly to her , I get up , get ready and go to my jog session , although Mrs Sharma and her husband Mr Sharma "Harshad Sharma" , have been working for me for along time , nearly for 8 years , but my relation with them is still formal , they call me SIR , I call them "Mrs Sharma and Mr Sharma " , they do their works , I paid them well ,nothing more , nothing less and for me that's how every relation in my life should be FORMAL...cos there is no place for any emotional - based relationship in the Dhampir's life .I Got ready for the office alone , ate my breakfast alone , went to my secret room which I save Blood units in it ,take one and drink it to control my thirst also ALONE ,"Good morning ,sir "said Mr Sharma as I entered my black Audi R8 coupe ," Bonjour " I said sternly and engrossed myself in thinking AGAIN .
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