FF: The Destined Route *Updated Chapter 1 - Page 5

CHAPTER 1

JAANE KYUN?

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Time had ceased in her world.

Nothing seemed to exist anymore.

A lifeless piece of creature lying on the floor, her arms tightly hugging her knees that it had started to hurt now. But that pain was nothing compared to the agonizing pain in her heart. Her eyes were moist and distant, staring nowhere in particular. Trying her best not to let any tear drop escape; she had promised him.

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"Promise me that you will take care of yourself and Ayan. Promise me that you will be strong and brave," he said in a low voice. His voice was so meek now. It was taking up all of his strength to speak, but still he made her do the same promises for the hundredth time.

"I promise," her hands were wrapped around his, unable to stop the flow of tears from her eyes, which were now puffy and red due to lack of sleep for so many days.

Although Khushi had promised him again and again, she was not sure how she was going to live up to it.

She could be strong. She could be tough, but not without him. He was her strength; her backbone. The positive energy in her life, which was slowly starting to fade away.

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Life had always been cruel to her. She had lost her parents at the age of seven; then adopted by her uncle and aunt, only to realize that no one can love you more than your real parents. And then he had entered her life, like a prince in a knight in shining armor; that's how she always thought about him.

Again life had always been cruel to her. First giving her all the happiness in this world and then just snatching it away in the blink of an eye.

But why was it happening to her? Did she deserve to get such agonizing pain? Or was it just a trial? But then how many trials did life want to offer before she could find eternal happiness? Maybe forever.

She wished he was there to give her answers to all these questions, to console her. She yearned nothing but to ensconce in his arms, which gave her a sense of protection and security.

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She had come home after a lot of persistence from him. She was not ready to leave his side even for a single minute, but he made sure that she went back home to get a bath and change her clothes, which she hadn't changed for two days. "I don't want to die seeing your distressed face." He had started to tease her, but suddenly stopped after receiving a daggering look from her. 'Death' had always been a controversial subject of discussion these days.

His mother had decided to stay with him till she returned back.

So now Khushi was at home with Ayan. Ayan had fallen asleep in the car, on their way back home. When she came out of the bathroom, she found ten missed calls on her mobile from an unknown number. She redialed back only to receive the worst news of her life from the other end.

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The wailing sound of a baby and then ringing of a bell, she was oblivious to all these sounds.

Khushi had been sitting in the same position for the past one hour, unaware of her surroundings.

There were hurried footsteps from outside, as someone entered the room and carried the baby in their hands.

"Khushi, Ayan has been crying for so long. He needs you"

"What are you doing Khushi?"

"Say something please. Don't just sit like this."

All these words were going unheard by Khushi. She was in a state of trauma. Not a single tear escaped her eye.

"Do you think so Aman would have wanted this? He wouldn't have wanted you to ignore Ayan like this." she said in between sobs.

When Khushi still didn't respond, she took hold of her hand and made her get up from the floor before thrusting Ayan into her hands.

Khushi's eyes were still lost.

"This is not being strong."

"But he asked me not cry," she had already started to break down. She cuddled Ayan closer herself and buried herself inside him. And then she cried...and cried...like she had never cried before. The wails of the child mixed with her mothers.

"Sorry Aman. I was not able to keep up the promise," Khushi muttered in between sobs.

The old woman tried to calm her down but all in vain. After all it was also her son who had died, "Everything will be fine." She kept moving her hands back and forth on Khushi's back as she made her sit on the bed.

That evening the two women cried their hearts out, none of them trying to sooth Ayan, after all, Aman was his dad too.

This is the first time I have written something like this, so please do let me know how it turned out.

I am not sure about it, to be honest.

I know this update is short, but this is all the angst that I could write.😳

Do leave your honest feedback and comments and don't for get to hit the like button.😊

P.S. Just a warning beforehand for this FF: Don't expect it to be all romantic or sad. The characters will remain the same, only the story will change. I hope so all your questions are answered now and you can always tell me if you don't want me to continue this further.😆

P.P.S. I am trying sort out the problem with the font but nothing is helping.

very beautifully written...i cried the whole time while reading it...it was like i was expeiencing khushi's pain and helplessness...u r a brilliant writer...can't wait for the next update.

Originally posted by: darksydeangel

ummm why do i feel like i've seen this os b4???