Garima's version
"Arnav bitwa ke pita Rajeev Singh Mallik the. Lucknow mein unka bahut
bada karobaar tha. Humar bauji ' tumre nanaji ' unke yahan accountant the aur
woh Mallik saab ke ghar aavat jaat rehte the. Ek baar, bauji humein bhi apne
saath Sheesh Mahal le gaye. Haveli ke kamron ki raunak dekhte dekhte anjane
mein hum bauji se alag ho gaye aur us badi haveli mein gum ho gaye. Ek aadmi
humein dhoondte hue aaye aur humein wapis bauji ke paas le gaye. Woh bahut ache the, humse bahut ache se baat
kiye rahe. Unhone humse mazaak mein ye bhi poocha ki humein Sheesh Mahal mein
sabse sundar kamra kaun sa laga." Garima
pauses with a smile on her face, remembering their conversation. Khushi sits spellbound
listening to Garima's tale.
"Hamein nai pata tha ki us din humein dhoondne Rajeev Singh Mallik aaye
the. Samay beeta aur woh kisi bahane se ghar aane jane lage. Bauji ko laga
account ke kaam se woo aavat hain, par sirf tumri Amma ko hi samajh aaya ki
Rajeevji humse milne aate the. Tumhari amma ne to humein is baat se chidana bhi
shuru kar diya tha. Humein Rajeevji pasand the par humne unse iss bare mein
kabhi kuch nai kaha. Fir ek raat, woh hamare ghar aaye. Unke chehre pe humne
pehli baar tanaav dekha. Woh humse akele mein kuch baat karna chahat rahe. Hum
unse mandir mein milne gaye. Unhone humein bataya ki woh humein bahut chahte
hain. Aur woh humse shaadi karna chahte hain. Hum bahut khus ho gaye kyunki hum
bhi unhe man hi man chahte the." Garima paused again and shut her eyes, a pained
look crossing her face as if remembering a cruel memory now.
"Humne unse poocha ki unka parivar is bare mein kya kahega. Unhone hamari
taraf dekh kar kaha ki woh apni patni aur bachon se sare rishte tod kar aa gaye
hain. Aur unhone apni mataji se bhi iss bare mein baat kar li hai ki woh hamare
saath hi khush reh sakte hain." Khushi gasped loudly. This was similar to what
happened with herself and Shyaam too.
"Jitne din unhone humse baat ki, ek baar bhi nahin bataya ki woh shaadi
shuda hain. Par us din jab unhone humse ye kaha ki woh apni patni se saare
rishte tod kar hamare paas aaye hain, humein bilkul bhi achha nahin laga. Hum
unhe chahte to the Khusee, par hum kabhi ye nai chahte the unka basa basaya
parivar toot jaye." Garima looked at Khushi, a pleading look in her eyes as if
imploring Khushi to believe her.
"Us raat pehli baar humne unse jhooth kaha ki hum unhe nai chahte the.
Aur hum kar bhi ka sakat the. Humne unse ghar laut jane ko kaha. Agar woh apni
patni se maafi maang lenge to shayad sab kuch theek ho jaye. Aur unhe wahan
mandir mein akela chod kar hum ghar wapis aa gaye." Tears were flowing freely
in Garima's eyes now.
"Agle Din Subhadra Devi hamar ghar aai. Unhone hamein bataya ki woh
hamare aur Rajeevji ke bare mein sab kuch jaanti thi. Rajeevji ki patni unke
chale jane ka gum seh nai pai aur unhone khudkushi kar li. Aur Rajeevji...
unhone bhi apni jaan de di kyunki unhe hamar jhooth pe yakeen hui gawa ki hum
unhe nahin chahte the."
Dadi's version
"Jab 14 saal pehle aapke pitaji ne humein pehli baar Garima ke bare
mein bataya tha, humein laga ki woh mazaak kar rahe hain. Unka apna parivar
tha; patni aur do pyare bache the, itna bada karobaar tha. Aapki maa ek bahut
sundar aur sushil bahu thi. Humne hi aapke pitaji ke liye aapki maa ko dhoondha
tha. Anjali bitiya ki to shaadi wali umar ho gai thi. Fir us umar mein, jab
aapke pitaji ne ye sab hamse kaha to hum chaunk gaye. Garima ke pita tumhare
pitaji ke yahan kaam karte the. Humein samajh aa gaya ki zaroor aapke pitaji ke
paison aur jaidaad ke liye Garima ne unhe apne jaal mein fansa liya tha,"
Arnav slowly raises his head and looks at his Dadi incredulously. Dadi nods in
assent as if verifying what she just told him.
"Anjali bitiya ki shaadi ki raat, Garima ne aapke pitaji ko dhamki
di ki ya to woh apna parivar chod ke uske paas aa jaye, nahin to woh apni jaan
de degi," by now Arnav's senses were alert and his mind started working
again. "Aapke pitaji ghabra gaye ki kahin sach much Garima aisa koi kadam
na utha le aur us raat woh Garima se milne gaye taki woh unhe bata sake ki woh
apne parivar ko kabhi nahin chodenge. Par is sab ke beech, aapki maa ko ye
galat fehmi ho gai ki aapke pitaji Garima ke paas chale gaye aur us dukh mein
unhone apni jaan le li. Jab aapke pitaji Sheesh Mahal wapis aaye to unhone
dekha ki Garima ke iss poore mamle ki wajah se kya anarth ho gaya tha. Humne
Garima ke Sheesh Mahal mein ghusne par pabandi laga di. Aapke pitaji aapki maa
ko bahut chahte the Arnav. Woh unke bina jeena nahin chahte the aur isiliye
unhone bhi aapke maa ke sirhane khud kushi kar li."
For english versions please reread Chapter 2 scene 1 and scene 2.
Precap:
Arnav and his family arrive at Lucknow. Arnav and Anjali are liking it in
Purani Haveli. Dadi doesn't want them going into the Dungeons of the Mansion.
Meantime, Shashi gets admitted in the hospital to have his operation. NK,
Aakash and Arnav end up in the dungeon while checking out the Haveli. Arnav
discovers a trunk containing his mother's jewellery and his father's diary.
Dadi interrupts them and asks them to leave immediately. Arnav sneaks out the
diary without her knowledge. Later in the evening, Shashi's operation completes
successfully. Arnav gets sad after the Shradh Pooja and furthermore when he
mentions Khushi.
CHAPTER 12 GAME OVER
Scene 1
[Purani Haveli]
The
room is absolutely dark. The shuttered doors are swung open, the curtains
dancing lazily in the night breeze. Arnav is lying on his bed, his eyes shut as
if deep in thought. He had fled away from his sister some time back. Yes, fled
away, because he knew if he'd have stayed for a moment longer, she'd have said
something about her... about Khushi...
and then he'd have lost himself completely. Why
does that woman affect me like this? Even when she told me she hates me, even
though I promised her I won't ever return to her life, why can't I stop thinking
about her? Arnav turns to his side restlessly.
Flashes
of memory come back to his mind of the Shradh Pooja last year. He had shunned
Khushi from the Pooja because he hated her too much then for her to be around
on that day. And today? Today I needed her
here, he admits grudgingly. Somehow having her around calmed him down. True
she had made him furious numerous times, but that was when he didn't know her, when I didn't love her, he corrects
himself. He lets out an audible sigh. Everything around him was linked to her
in some way or the other. This city, this
place, today's pooja... everything... It seems ironic to him that even his
mother's payals reminded him of Khushi's appeal for payals.
Arnav
stiffens. Maa's payals! In his rush
to go for the Pooja, he had forgotten all about them. He quickly gets up from
his bed, switches on the light and rushes to his wardrobe at the end of the
room. He pulls opens the first drawer. Sitting at its base is the small
intricate wooden box that he had stolen from the trunk. I didn't steal it, it was Maa's, he mentally reprimands himself.
Next to the jewellery box was the leather diary. Arnav picks up both the things
and shuts the drawer and the wardrobe. He locks the door of his room from
inside and sits down on the four poster bed. He slowly unwinds the thread of
the diary and eases it open.
The
first page reads Diary of Rajeev Singh
Mallik.
He
notices the writing of his father was neatly cursive and he wrote his 'j's and
'g's like Arnav did. A strange feeling grips Arnav. His father's diary. He was
going to read his thoughts. After 14 years, he would get an insight into the
mysterious person that was his father. Arnav turns a page to read the first
entry.
May 5th 1998
Bought 2 horses for the stables
today. The finest in Lucknow. They'll be good to practice polo.
Arnav's
heartbeat races at reading "polo". He was a big fan of the sport in his
childhood and had always wanted to play but he hardly ever had the time. He
remembers the horses, one was a jet black beauty, the other a white mare. Arnav
scrunches his eyebrows as their names evade his memory. After a few more
moments of clueless struggle, he gives up and turns another page.
May 7th 1998
Spoke to Deevan Sahib about
Anjali's match with their son Agastya. They seemed eager, which is suspicious.
I need to tell them we won't be giving them any dowry. Let's see if that makes
them change their minds and show their true intentions.
A
smirk appears on Arnav's face as he realises his father was a shrewd man! He
could detect something fishy was going on just by studying people, definitely a
trait that Arnav had inherited from him. The next page contains an old inland
letter. Arnav keeps it aside and continues pursuing through the diary.
May 12th 1998
Arnav won 1st prize in
the state level debate championship. I am really proud of him. I hope he'll
continue doing well. Maybe I should get him the sports cycle he has been asking
for all this time.
Arnav
looks up from the diary in surprise. He remembers this! It was a great
accomplishment for him because he was the only junior school student in the
competition. But he remembers that his father hadn't praised him openly (much
to his disappointment back then) when he had returned from school. Arnav frowns
and looks back at the diary. He flips another page. Another random sheet of
paper. He keeps it aside.
May 19th 1998
Anjali completed her graduation
with flying colors. I'll throw her a big party soon. My daughter is all grown
up. Soon she'll bid goodbye to her old man. I feel sad at the thought.
Arnav
smiles. His father was never known to be an openly affectionate man. He very
rarely spoke to them about the way he felt. He wasn't home much anyway, always
staying away for his business related work. But from his words, Arnav could say
his father was very fond of his two children. He happily flips over more pages.
May 22nd 1998
Spoke to Arnav's teacher.
Worrying news. Arnav's not doing well in maths. How will he run the business
few years down the line? I need to get him a tutor.
Arnav
suddenly laughs out loud. He remembers this incident too! He had failed in a
unit test because he was helping his friend out and his answer sheet was
forcibly taken away right in the first few minutes of the exam. His father had
been really worried that Arnav didn't have the aptitude for advanced maths and
had hired a tutor. Arnav ended up playing cricket with him in the grounds of
Sheesh Mahal. Still smiling widely, Arnav flips another few pages.
May 29th 1998
Sanjeev returned from Canada
today. He seemed boisteriously happy. I still don't think he has set up his
business there as he claims. He asked me for money today! I turned him down.
Sanjeev
Singh Mallik was Arnav's Chacha. The same man who'd thrown him and Di out of
Sheesh Mahal post the death of his parents. Arnav scowls at the memory. He
hated that man. He quickly flips over to read more diary entries. Arnav slowly starts
noticing a strange pattern. His father wrote about the house, about his
business worries, about Arnav and Anjali (with pride). However, not one of
those entries was about his mother. He had gone halfway through and yet he
hadn't seen a single page about Maa. Weird.
His
eyes pause on the page dated 13th July 1998.
13th July 1998
I saw her today in the Mahal. I
was completely awestruck. She looked so simple in her lemon green saree. Serene.
My heart went out to her.
Arnav
thinks it is finally an entry about his mother. He eagerly reads on.
I asked her what she was doing
there. She said she was lost.
Arnav
looks at the line in confusion. Why would Maa get lost in the Mahal? He rereads
the line but it makes no sense to him. He reads on.
I led her back to the main hall.
She was clearly dazed watching the opulence of the Mahal. I asked her which
room she liked and she blushed! She looked so vulnerable right then. A beauty.
I had to ask her name. Garima.
Arnav
freezes, his breath stuck in his lungs as an abrupt horror washes over him. Everything
else gets wiped off from his mind in an instant. His breathing picks up pace
and he feels the blood rushing into his brain. This entry wasn't about his
mother, it was about her! He starts
shaking with unspoken fury as he rereads the lines, his eyes stopping again and
again at Garima. Even though he knew
about her, reading about this incident in his father's own words was making his
blood boil. Arnav viciously turns another page, his eyes furiously scanning the
text for the same name or a similar description again. He finds it 3 pages
later.
16th July 1998
I can't stop thinking about her.
I've been trying to concentrate on work, but I almost shut down the Barabanki
Mill from business today! She hasn't even spoken two words to me and yet all I
can think of is her.
Arnav
grinds his teeth. So she had already started her mind games within three days
of meeting his father. He flips over another page.
18th July 1998
I went to Gupta's house today
telling him I need to see the accounts. But she wasn't at home. I'll try again
tomorrow.
Arnav
flips page after page, trying to find the day when his father met Garima again.
23rd July 1998
I think I can die in peace today.
Spent a wonderful hour at the Gupta House. G is so sweet and immensely mature
for her age. I'm glad to see her talking sensible things. I feel like I'm
getting pulled towards her.
Arnav
read update after update, each flip of page threatening to open a new and more
agonising revelation than the previous. He noticed that not once had his father
written about his thoughts on his wife. Even Arnav and Anjali's mentions were
reducing. Arnav was slowly getting to know his father's obsession with the
other woman in his life. And it was this realisation that was disturbing Arnav
most of all. Father was obsessed with
Garima.
Towards
the end of the diary, Arnav's hands pause on a page and his eyes widen in
alarm.
01st Sept 1998
I love her! I can't live without
her. These past two months have been the most beautiful I've ever felt. She is
the woman for me. We will be together. I'll divorce Kavita and ask G to marry
me. We'll be happy forever.
Arnav
rereads the passage trying to decipher each and every word in every possible
context. This man was actually thinking of leaving his entire family for
Garima. What the hell had she brainwashed
him with? Arnav struggles to understand. Was it really that simple to
forget the past 25 years of his married life, his children, his wife just like
that? Was it really that simple for his father to just let everything get
washed away? Arnav suddenly feels sick, as if he's going to throw up. But his
fingers mechanically flip another page.
06th Sept 1998
I told Amma today. She told me I
was out of my mind. She said G was just after our money. How wrong Amma is. She
doesn't understand what love means. I never wanted to marry Kavita yet she made
me because her father and mine were business partners. I can't help it if I
love G. Of all things in life, the one thing that never interests G is money
and wealth. And that is what I love about her.
Arnav
stills again. His father had confessed to Dadi about his feelings for Garima!
Arnav reads the lines about his father never having wanted to marry his mother.
It was just a business deal. Unexpected tears of anger fill Arnav's eyes. This
man he called his father, didn't care at all about his mother. He didn't even
love her. So he married her only at the behest of Dadi.
Arnav
suddenly remembers the truth that Dadi had told him the night his wedding with
Khushi broke. Aapki maa ek
bahut sundar aur sushil bahu thi. Humne hi aapke pitaji ke liye aapki maa ko
dhoondha tha. Dadi's voice fills in Arnav's mind. Arnav looks towards the diary entry
open in front of him. All that he had read so far negated everything that Dadi
had led him to believe. His father didn't love his mother. Yet Dadi wanted
Arnav to believe so. But why? He
flips quickly to the next page hoping to learn more.
22nd Sept 1998
I'll ask G to marry me. I'll
apologize to her for not telling her earlier that I'm married. But she'll
understand. I wonder if she loves me too. I hope she does... Because I can't
live without her...
Arnav
reads the lines over and over again, his eyes widening as each word embosses
itself in his mind. I'll apologize to her
for not telling her earlier that I'm married. Arnav grips the dairy, rage
building up inside him instantly. Rajeev Mallik was the one who fell in love
with Garima. He was the one who wanted to marry her. Arnav grinds his teeth in
anger as he realises everything that Dadi had told him about Rajeev Mallik was
nothing but a big bag of lies.
Humein samajh
aa gaya ki zaroor aapke pitaji ke paison aur jaidaad ke liye Garima ne unhe
apne jaal mein fansa liya tha. Aapke pitaji
aapki maa ko bahut chahte the Arnav.
And that
is when Arnav Singh Raizada lets out an ear-splitting scream of fury.
ENGLISH VERSION
CHAPTER 12 GAME OVER
Scene 1
[Purani Haveli]
The room is absolutely dark. The shuttered doors are swung open, the curtains dancing lazily in the night breeze. Arnav is lying on his bed, his eyes shut as if deep in thought. He had fled away from his sister some time back. Yes, fled away, because he knew if he'd have stayed for a moment longer, she'd have said something about her... about Khushi... and then he'd have lost himself completely. Why does that woman affect me like this? Even when she told me she hates me, even though I promised her I won't ever return to her life, why can't I stop thinking about her? Arnav turns to his side restlessly.
Flashes of memory come back to his mind of the Shradh Pooja last year. He had shunned Khushi from the Pooja because he hated her too much then for her to be around on that day. And today? Today I needed her here, he admits grudgingly. Somehow having her around calmed him down. True she had made him furious numerous times, but that was when he didn't know her, when I didn't love her, he corrects himself. He lets out an audible sigh. Everything around him was linked to her in some way or the other. This city, this place, today's pooja... everything... It seems ironic to him that even his mother's payals reminded him of Khushi's appeal for payals.
Arnav stiffens. Maa's payals! In his rush to go for the Pooja, he had forgotten all about them. He quickly gets up from his bed, switches on the light and rushes to his wardrobe at the end of the room. He pulls opens the first drawer. Sitting at its base is the small intricate wooden box that he had stolen from the trunk. I didn't steal it, it was Maa's, he mentally reprimands himself. Next to the jewellery box was the leather diary. Arnav picks up both the things and shuts the drawer and the wardrobe. He locks the door of his room from inside and sits down on the four poster bed. He slowly unwinds the thread of the diary and eases it open.
The first page reads Diary of Rajeev Singh Mallik.
He notices the writing of his father was neatly cursive and he wrote his 'j's and 'g's like Arnav did. A strange feeling grips Arnav. His father's diary. He was going to read his thoughts. After 14 years, he would get an insight into the mysterious person that was his father. Arnav turns a page to read the first entry.
May 5th 1998
Bought 2 horses for the stables today. The finest in Lucknow. They'll be good to practice polo.
Arnav's heartbeat races at reading "polo". He was a big fan of the sport in his childhood and had always wanted to play but he hardly ever had the time. He remembers the horses, one was a jet black beauty, the other a white mare. Arnav scrunches his eyebrows as their names evade his memory. After a few more moments of clueless struggle, he gives up and turns another page.
May 7th 1998
Spoke to Deevan Sahib about Anjali's match with their son Agastya. They seemed eager, which is suspicious. I need to tell them we won't be giving them any dowry. Let's see if that makes them change their minds and show their true intentions.
A smirk appears on Arnav's face as he realises his father was a shrewd man! He could detect something fishy was going on just by studying people, definitely a trait that Arnav had inherited from him. The next page contains an old inland letter. Arnav keeps it aside and continues pursuing through the diary.
May 12th 1998
Arnav won 1st prize in the state level debate championship. I am really proud of him. I hope he'll continue doing well. Maybe I should get him the sports cycle he has been asking for all this time.
Arnav looks up from the diary in surprise. He remembers this! It was a great accomplishment for him because he was the only junior school student in the competition. But he remembers that his father hadn't praised him openly (much to his disappointment back then) when he had returned from school. Arnav frowns and looks back at the diary. He flips another page. Another random sheet of paper. He keeps it aside.
May 19th 1998
Anjali completed her graduation with flying colors. I'll throw her a big party soon. My daughter is all grown up. Soon she'll bid goodbye to her old man. I feel sad at the thought.
Arnav smiles. His father was never known to be an openly affectionate man. He very rarely spoke to them about the way he felt. He wasn't home much anyway, always staying away for his business related work. But from his words, Arnav could say his father was very fond of his two children. He happily flips over more pages.
May 22nd 1998
Spoke to Arnav's teacher. Worrying news. Arnav's not doing well in maths. How will he run the business few years down the line? I need to get him a tutor.
Arnav suddenly laughs out loud. He remembers this incident too! He had failed in a unit test because he was helping his friend out and his answer sheet was forcibly taken away right in the first few minutes of the exam. His father had been really worried that Arnav didn't have the aptitude for advanced maths and had hired a tutor. Arnav ended up playing cricket with him in the grounds of Sheesh Mahal. Still smiling widely, Arnav flips another few pages.
May 29th 1998
Sanjeev returned from Canada today. He seemed boisteriously happy. I still don't think he has set up his business there as he claims. He asked me for money today! I turned him down.
Sanjeev Singh Mallik was Arnav's Chacha. The same man who'd thrown him and Di out of Sheesh Mahal post the death of his parents. Arnav scowls at the memory. He hated that man. He quickly flips over to read more diary entries. Arnav slowly starts noticing a strange pattern. His father wrote about the house, about his business worries, about Arnav and Anjali (with pride). However, not one of those entries was about his mother. He had gone halfway through and yet he hadn't seen a single page about Maa.Weird.
His eyes pause on the page dated 13th July 1998.
13th July 1998
I saw her today in the Mahal. I was completely awestruck. She looked so simple in her lemon green saree. Serene. My heart went out to her.
Arnav thinks it is finally an entry about his mother. He eagerly reads on.
I asked her what she was doing there. She said she was lost.
Arnav looks at the line in confusion. Why would Maa get lost in the Mahal? He rereads the line but it makes no sense to him. He reads on.
I led her back to the main hall. She was clearly dazed watching the opulence of the Mahal. I asked her which room she liked and she blushed! She looked so vulnerable right then. A beauty. I had to ask her name. Garima.
Arnav freezes, his breath stuck in his lungs as an abrupt horror washes over him. Everything else gets wiped off from his mind in an instant. His breathing picks up pace and he feels the blood rushing into his brain. This entry wasn't about his mother, it was about her! He starts shaking with unspoken fury as he rereads the lines, his eyes stopping again and again atGarima. Even though he knew about her, reading about this incident in his father's own words was making his blood boil. Arnav viciously turns another page, his eyes furiously scanning the text for the same name or a similar description again. He finds it 3 pages later.
16th July 1998
I can't stop thinking about her. I've been trying to concentrate on work, but I almost shut down the Barabanki Mill from business today! She hasn't even spoken two words to me and yet all I can think of is her.
Arnav grinds his teeth. So she had already started her mind games within three days of meeting his father. He flips over another page.
18th July 1998
I went to Gupta's house today telling him I need to see the accounts. But she wasn't at home. I'll try again tomorrow.
Arnav flips page after page, trying to find the day when his father met Garima again.
23rd July 1998
I think I can die in peace today. Spent a wonderful hour at the Gupta House. G is so sweet and immensely mature for her age. I'm glad to see her talking sensible things. I feel like I'm getting pulled towards her.
Arnav read update after update, each flip of page threatening to open a new and more agonising revelation than the previous. He noticed that not once had his father written about his thoughts on his wife. Even Arnav and Anjali's mentions were reducing. Arnav was slowly getting to know his father's obsession with the other woman in his life. And it was this realisation that was disturbing Arnav most of all. Father was obsessed with Garima.
Towards the end of the diary, Arnav's hands pause on a page and his eyes widen in alarm.
01st Sept 1998
I love her! I can't live without her. These past two months have been the most beautiful I've ever felt. She is the woman for me. We will be together. I'll divorce Kavita and ask G to marry me. We'll be happy forever.
Arnav rereads the passage trying to decipher each and every word in every possible context. This man was actually thinking of leaving his entire family for Garima. What the hell had she brainwashed him with? Arnav struggles to understand. Was it really that simple to forget the past 25 years of his married life, his children, his wife just like that? Was it really that simple for his father to just let everything get washed away? Arnav suddenly feels sick, as if he's going to throw up. But his fingers mechanically flip another page.
06th Sept 1998
I told Amma today. She told me I was out of my mind. She said G was just after our money. How wrong Amma is. She doesn't understand what love means. I never wanted to marry Kavita yet she made me because her father and mine were business partners. I can't help it if I love G. Of all things in life, the one thing that never interests G is money and wealth. And that is what I love about her.
Arnav stills again. His father had confessed to Dadi about his feelings for Garima! Arnav reads the lines about his father never having wanted to marry his mother. It was just a business deal. Unexpected tears of anger fill Arnav's eyes. This man he called his father, didn't care at all about his mother. He didn't even love her. So he married her only at the behest of Dadi.
Arnav suddenly remembers the truth that Dadi had told him the night his wedding with Khushi broke. Your mother was a beautiful and worthy daughter in law. I myself had found her for your father. Dadi's voice fills in Arnav's mind. Arnav looks towards the diary entry open in front of him. All that he had read so far negated everything that Dadi had led him to believe. His father didn't love his mother. Yet Dadi wanted Arnav to believe so. But why? He flips quickly to the next page hoping to learn more.
22nd Sept 1998
I'll ask G to marry me. I'll apologize to her for not telling her earlier that I'm married. But she'll understand. I wonder if she loves me too. I hope she does... Because I can't live without her...
Arnav reads the lines over and over again, his eyes widening as each word embosses itself in his mind. I'll apologize to her for not telling her earlier that I'm married. Arnav grips the dairy, rage building up inside him instantly. Rajeev Mallik was the one who fell in love with Garima. He was the one who wanted to marry her. Arnav grinds his teeth in anger as he realises everything that Dadi had told him about Rajeev Mallik was nothing but a big bag of lies.
I knew that Garima was trying to lure your father for his property and his wealth. He really loved your mother Arnav.
And that is when Arnav Singh Raizada lets out an ear-splitting scream of fury.
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