Arshi FF: The Broken Hearts#4 LAST CH Pg144 dt.10.8.17 - Page 20

Seeing Khushi, Sia squealed in excitement. " Maa."

Khushi's feet froze to her spot. Her daughter just called her Maa! She couldn't believe. Her little Sia had grown so much in these last six months, that she was talking and standing on her feet.

Noticing Khushi not moving, Sia blinked her eyes in confusion and took a few steps before calling her one more time.

" Maa."

Tears trickled down Khushi's cheeks, oh God..Sia had started walking as well. So much had happened during this time.

Without wasting another second, Khushi rushed to Sia and picked her up in her arms. She pressed Sia to her bosom , buried her face in Sia's hair and began crying. Thank god she was safe..that terrible New year's eve flashed before her eyes. Shyam had gone crazy..he had wanted to kill all of them. The fear of losing Sia, made Khushi shudder in horror and she hugged Sia even closer.

Hearing her mother sob, Sia pulled back and peered at her face. With her chubby hands she wiped Khushi's tears and smiled, forcing her lips to stretch a bit.

" let's go." Khushi turned to leave when her eyes caught something on the floor.

There were pictures of Sia and her, peeping out of a big fat diary. Khushi lowered Sia to look at those pictures.

The frown on her forehead slowly creased out. The pictures showed both of them laughing..they seemed so happy! When did this happen and who took these pictures? As she flipped the photographs, there was one where Arnav was throwing Sia up in the air and she was standing near him, smiling.. Seeing that something sharp pricked her heart..after years she saw herself, happy and that too with him! Was it real?

Pursing her lips, she shook her head, all that happened when she'd lost her memory was an illusion. She dropped the pictures back only to notice a small packet. It had her mangalsutra and home keys. This was reality..this was truth..a bitter truth that she'd been living for the past two years. Fisting the packet in her palm, she stood up.

She had barely taken a step when something came under her foot.

Her eyes turned wide, when she saw what it was.

Her earring!

She picked it up to look at it carefully. It was still with him..he hadn't thrown it like he'd thrown her out of his life? But why hadn't he??

Her eyes moved around his study. It was spacious, had designer furniture with artistic paintings hanging on the walls.

Even the carpet that she was standing on appeared expensive. In other words, his life boasted of richness and class, the way he had always desired it to be..then what was her old , inexpensive earring doing with him?