Mirage #4 NEW NOTE Pg 146 18/2/2013 - Page 53

trying to update. Finished 4000 words. Still writing the final part of the chapter.😊 hopefully will post it in an hour.

Ok I'm waiting then 😃😃

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The cold bullet tore through the silent air, flying out from the gun in Khalid Malik's hand and hit the revolver that was on his younger brother's hand, knocking it down on the ground. Even at this age with faltering eyesight, his aim never missed the mark.

Abbas yelped out in shock at the sudden impact as he turned around with blood shot eyes at the audacity of his elder brother. "Bhaijaan!" he shouted. "Are you out of your mind? What were you trying to do?"

"I should be asking you the same question." Khalid replied back, stepping aside to reveal a frightened Khushi behind him, who instantly ran towards Arnav's side.

"Arnav." She cried as she crashed into his chest, hugging him as if her entire life depended on him.

"Are you alright Khushi?" Arnav asked completely taken aback at her sight, at the same time heaving a huge sigh of relief to find her safe. It didn't matter to him that he was being held at point blank by Abbas. All that mattered to him was her. She nodded her head, smiling through her tears. "And you?"

"Yes." He smiled back at her, protectively wrapping his arm around her and pulled her closer to him, completely unaware of the storm that was about to unravel in his life. "I thought something happened to you." He felt his throat choke dreading the feeling.

"I'm scared." She admitted without any hesitation. There was no shame in admitting what she felt right now. However hard she tried to keep up her bravery, she simply couldn't.

"I'm right here." He replied, stroking her back to calm her down. "How did they find you?" Arnav asked, wiping away her tears with his fingertips.

Khushi remained silent, afraid about his reaction. She looked behind and saw the Malik brothers having a faceoff between them. Could she tell him about Abbas?

Arnav could read that something was up in her mind and that she was withholding it from him. "Answer me!" he shouted, his rage slowly spiralling inside him, the tremors starting to shake his body.

"Him." She blurted out with reflex, scared of his fury and pointed towards Abbas, as the two finally tuned in to the elder men's conversation.

"Why Abbas? Why are you doing this? For a minute, I had really thought that Das was coercing you against your wishes. But you! You shook his hands and teamed up with him. How could you do this to me? Why?!" Khalid growled, grasping his younger brother's collar forcefully. "Till today morning I wanted to believe that my brother was innocent inspite of the truth being clear in front of my eyes all this while."

"You are asking me, why? How dare you bequeath my father's wealth to an orphan, a street boy, a nothing? That Arnav Singh! When did he become greater than your own blood?" Abbas retorted back, pushing away his brother's hands off him. "I have as much share in this business as you have. But yet, you convinced my father to bequeath every single penny to your name, leaving nothing for me. What kind of a brother are you? Ammi would be ashamed of you, Bhaijaan!"

"Enough!" Khalid shouted, landing a tight slap on his brother's face. "Did you really do all this for a mere property? You were ready to kill that boy for some money. I cannot believe this Abbas. You could have just asked me once. I would have given anything you asked for."

"That is the whole point. Why should I beg you for what is truly mine? I have every right over it and I shouldn't have to be at your mercy. And yes, I'll kill that boy for what is rightfully mine. Infact, I'll eliminate everyone who stands between me and my rights." Abbas growled, taking a step forward to attack Arnav.

Arnav stared dumbfounded at what was happening. He didn't know whether to react to the fact that Khalid Bhai had bequeathed his property to him or to the fact that Abbas Malik, who had gone to the extent of arranging his stay in Bangkok, had infact planned to kill him all this time and abducted his Khushi and pawned her to Das.

"ABBAS MALIK!" Arnav roared furiously as he charged towards him, the anger simply exploding through his veins. "How dare you touch Khushi and bring her into this for your selfish needs?" he rushed and caught Abbas's neck, trying to strangle him with his deathly grip. But Abbas counter attacked and gave one tight blow with the edge of his hand on Arnav's neck, trying to knock him down, while Khalid stood petrified at the sight, as things spun out of control in a matter of seconds.

"Arnav!" Khushi shouted, running behind him, trying to stop Arnav. "Don't do it." she screamed out aloud, horrified tears rolling down her eyes. As much as she hated Abbas, how could she witness a father and son trying to slay each other? "He's your father!"

But that was it. Those words struck both the men at the same time and she could see them frozen to their spots, neither moving an inch.

"What?" Arnav gasped, turning around to face Khushi, the first one to recover, with both his hands falling limp down Abbas's neck.

"He's that man who left your mother. He's the same man, your biological father." Khushi cried, unable to hold it any longer.

And Khalid Malik's worst fears came true.

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Aman looked all around for Khushi, frantically searching for her amidst the wild woods. He was running through the bushes when suddenly, he collided with someone running from the other direction. Both of them fell on the ground due to the impact and recovering instantly, Aman looked up and to his surprise found none other than Shyam lying on the ground.

"Look who I've found. Bloody traitor, Coward, Son of b*tch!" Aman cussed, the first thing popping in his mind. "You loved blackmailing me right?" He growled and standing up, he charged towards Shyam who still lay flat on the ground. The sight of the man who had caused this entire mess boiled his blood and the only thing Aman wanted to do now was torture that same man with his own hands as brutally as possible.

Shyam gasped out in shock seeing Aman Singh in front of him. He had tried to get away from all the shooting happening in the open ground between Malik's and Das's gang and save himself. That's why he had run to the woods for cover, but it looked like he had run in the wrong direction.

He tried to grab the revolver in his pocket and aim at Aman, but the latter was quick enough and with one kick in his leg, knocked it down on the ground.

"You love playing with people's emotions right?" Aman barked furiously, landing one heavy kick on Shyam's abdomen as the other man tried to defend himself. But Aman was in no mood for mercy. He was about to kick for the second time, but this time, Shyam rolled over, escaping it and with his hand, pulled Aman's leg, making him fall flat on the ground.

This time Shyam crawled on top of Aman and punched on his face, once, twice, thrice, bruising his face in the process but after that, Aman rolled him over and tightly grasping Shyam's neck in his one hand, he landed a hard blow on Shyam's face, splitting his upper lip as his victim started to bleed with the impact.

"This is for threatening to harm my baby sister." Aman gritted through his teeth as he punched Shyam's cheekbone, bruising it completely. "This is for torturing my innocent parents who had nothing to do with this." And punched the other cheek, a laugh of happiness escaping his lips as he extracted his revenge.

"This is for plotting my mind against my brother, my best friend, Arnav." Aman shouted and punched Shyam under his jaw, as blood splattered out of his mouth with the impact. By now, even Aman's hands were paining with the impact of hard blows. "Shyam Jha! You know, I really want to see you writhe with pain as I tear off every single limb of your body. I want you to suffer in pain for the three months of hell you have put me through."

"It was just a demo for you before you head to hell." Shyam spat his blood on Aman's face and suddenly jerked his body forward, pushing away Aman from top of him. Immediately, his eyes darted around the floor to find his gun. But it was not easy to find it amidst all those bushes.

He looked at Aman who was lying on the floor, beginning to laugh manically at his plight. "Searching for this?" Aman asked, holding out Shyam's gun, pointing it as his opponent.

But instead of shooting at Shyam, he threw the revolver at him with such a force that the hard metal hit him hardly on his head and he yelped out with pain. And before Shyam knew it, Aman strode towards him and grabbing his neck, he banged his head against the tree as blood started to ooze out from behind his head.

"Rot in hell!" Aman screamed and taking out his pistol, he shoved the nozzle into Shyam's mouth as his victim's eyes widened with shock of his impending death. Shyam shook his head violently, his screams dying in his throat as Aman's eyes glinted with vengeance. "Karma is a bitch!" he said and without any hesitation, Aman pulled the trigger and the bullet travelled upwards into Shyam Jha's brain and his body instantly went limp and lifeless after which, he collapsed down on the ground.

Aman gave one last kick on Shyam's head, dislocating it from his neck and finding peace at last, he wiped away the blood oozing out from his own lips and walked away from the spot to join the others.

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"Khushi, what nonsense are you talking?" Arnav asked furiously, letting go off Abbas collar for a minute.

"Arnav, it's true. I should have told you earlier. I knew I was doing something wrong." She said, looking at Khalid. Arnav didn't miss the brief glance between both of them and now, his eyes rested on the elder man's face.

"Arnav, do you remember yesterday about how Khalid Bhai came to visit me to collect the details about us? That's when we both discovered it. He came to know that your mother was Aarti Singh Raizada while filling the marriage form. Remember how I used to tell you that Khalid Bhai looked familiar to me? It was because he was in your mother's old photograph in her school days. You hadn't seen the entire album and that's why you missed it out. I showed him the photograph and that's when we both made the connection. But Khalid Bhai told me not to say anything to you alteast for some days till we were back from our honeymoon." Khushi blurted out the entire thing. She knew that it was now or never. When Khalid and she had decided to withhold this information from him, they had definitely not foreseen Abbas killing his own son. But now, she hoped that atleast with the truth out that man would see some sense. But she didn't know she would be proven wrong.

"Bhaijaan, what is this girl saying?" Abbas finally broke his silence, as all three eyes focussed on Khalid.

The eldest man was silent for an entire minute. But then, he finally spoke, letting out a huge sigh. "It's true." Khalid replied. "He is Aarti's son. The same child whom you disowned years ago. Yes, she hadn't aborted your child that day just because his father didn't want him. She kept him. This is that same boy." And before he could say another word, he saw Arnav collapse down on the ground on his knees, his eyes too shocked to blink.

"Arnav!" Khalid reached out to hold Arnav, but the young man simply brushed away his hands off his shoulder.

"No, that can't be true!" Abbas retorted back, shaking his head. "No! This cannot be Aarti's son. Aarti is dead and so is her son. You are mistaken."

"Arnav'" Khushi whimpered, bending down to hold him, but he simply shouted. "Don't!" as his eyes moistened up, his mind refusing to accept the truth. He stared with reddened eyes at the face of his biological father, that man who he had been searching for his entire life. The man who had abandoned him and his mother even before he had been born. The man who hadn't bothered about his existence or hadn't called them up even once to find out how they were. He had been around him all this time and yet, he had failed to recognise him.

Most of all, he felt his insides churn with disgust to know that he was the son of a criminal, a low life like Abbas and Arnav felt repulsed by his entire existence.

"No, this boy survived." Khalid replied, his heart aching to see Arnav shattered like this.

"NO!" Abbas screamed, his mind going in frenzy with what he was hearing. How was this possible? "NO! This is not the boy. They told me he was dead."

"Who told you?" Khalid screamed back at his hysterical brother.

"The men I sent to kill Aarti and him. They had done their work perfectly. Both of them died that day." Abbas blurted out, not realising his folly and an eerie silence dawned upon everyone present in that spot.

"What?" Khalid gasped, unable to figure out what his younger brother was talking.

"Yeah, I sent those men to kill her." And before he could finish, he found himself being slammed to the tree behind him by his elder brother.

"You sent those men to kill her? WHY?" Khalid held his brother's collar, as rage burst out through him.

"Yeah, I killed her. You heard it right. I killed her and that boy. Why did she have to return back to Delhi after all those years? I was going to get married in a week. Did she think she would come and tarnish our family's reputation for revenge, showing my son to the world and my inlaws? No, never. She didn't know who she was messing with. I had to finish her off before she could cause even a spark of trouble. It's good that I saw her at the marketplace that day and sent out my men after her. Do you have any idea how would Baba have reacted if he came to know I had a child out of wedlock? Everything was at stake. Our entire business. You know the whole story! Do you think Qureshi would have given his daughter's hand in marriage to me, after knowing this?" Abbas replied.

Arnav's eyes shot up to see Abbas coldly admit that he had killed his mother. He couldn't believe his ears, as if they had given up on him entirely. Right now, everything was a blur to him. A few seconds ago, his mind had barely registered the image of his father in his mind and now, that same image transformed into his mother's murderer, the same murderer who he had been hunting for, since that fateful day.

How more ironical could his fate get? The man, his father and the man, his mother's murderer were the same person! Not only had his father wanted him dead when he was conceived, that man had tried to kill him even years later. How cruel and heartless could any person be? He was his own blood!

"You fool! Aarti came back upon my insistence because she and I were getting married. I asked her to marry me and was going to marry her after a week of your marriage. That's why she had come to Delhi with her son. I loved that woman. Did you hear? I loved Aarti! Even before you did." Khalid growled, his hand trembling with fury. "I had warned you not to play with her life and yet you did. You knocked her up and abandoned her when she needed you the most. But you know what, I had found Aarti later in Mumbai. I still loved her and asked her to marry me because that boy there whom you abandoned needed a father. Aarti needed a husband and I was going to fulfil the duties which you had failed to do as a man. Infact, she was least bothered about you. You were out of her life the minute you asked her to get out of your life. She was done with you. What did you do Abbas? You killed an innocent woman. And you tried to kill your own son? How could you?" Khalid said in utter disgust for his brother, slapping him hard on his cheeks, his eyes reddened with fury. "And you were going to do the same mistake once again?"

Arnav now stared at Khalid like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn't comprehend what they were talking. His mother and he had come to Delhi because Khalid wanted to marry his mother? Khalid Malik loved his mother? Then, had he known about him all these years? Everything seemed muddled right now and nothing was making any sense to him.

"Yeah, I will. And not just him. I will finish off you too. And you want to know why? Because I hate you. I have always despised you and always will." Abbas spat out venomous words at his elder brother. He was done pretending that he worshipped his brother when infact, he loathed his existence. "Do you know why you were alone all your life? Because you were cursed, by me. You snatched away what was mine and for that, I will never leave you at peace."

"No Abbas. I was alone all my life because I valued my love and my relationships. I did not go around ditching people in my life unlike you. I gave my heart to one woman and always will. But you! You came and destroyed everything in my life." Khalid retorted back, on the verge of strangling his brother.

"She never loved you. Otherwise, that boy would have been your son, not mine. She slept with me, not you." Abbas laughed manically, enjoying the torture staining his brother's face. He knew he had hit the right spot.

Somewhere, Khalid couldn't deny the truth of his words. Aarti had never told him that she loved him. Infact, it had always been him who had loved her.

Turning to his side, he saw the distraught face of Arnav, his cheeks stained with tears and he could see the reflection of Aarti in his eyes.

"She may have never loved me, but I love her enough to punish her murderer. All my life, I had tried to search for her murderer when infact, he was lying in my house the whole time. You murdered Aarti and I can never forgive you for this!" Khalid roared and saying so, he took out his gun from the pocket and pointed it directly on his brother's forehead.

"Are you going to kill me Bhaijaan? What about the promise you made to Ammi that you will always protect me? Once again, you showed your true colours. You were never a good brother, but now, will you even fail to be a good son?" Abbas tried to emotionally blackmail his brother.

Khalid closed his eyes tightly, his fingers trembling at the trigger, as Aarti's face flashed in front of his eyes.

"Khalid, I hate your brother. He destroyed my life." Aarti broke down in his arms, tired of carrying her burden for the past seven years. "I can never forgive him." He could hear her muffled voice as she sobbed on his chest. But he simply held on to her, unable to find any words to comfort her pain. Her tears broke his own heart, and he wished that he could change her past and wipe out all those memories. But he knew he couldn't.

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He sat beside the white hospital bed, staring at the young boy's face, as he suffered with enormous pain. The boy was unconscious but he knew that the slash across his back was still hurting him. Doctors had already told him that he wouldn't survive and it was a lost cause. His spine had been severely injured and it was just a matter of time before he slipped to coma. But Khalid didn't give up. "Hang on there. Don't give up so easily." He bent and whispered in the boy's ears and he kissed his forehead, holding that unknown boy's hand firmly.

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"Ammi, Who is this?" the four year old Khalid asked his mother curiously, peeking inside the tiny bundle in her arms wrapped with white cloth. "That's your baby brother, for you to play with." His mother replied and little Khalid smiled happily at his brother, leaning forward to kiss the tiny forehead. "What is his name?" he asked eagerly. "Abbas'" his mother said, while Khalid took the baby's tiny fingers and started playing with it.

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"Promise me that you will forgive your brother."

"I will."

Khalid opened his eyes and he knew what was to be done.

But he was late, coz the very next second, he heard bullets being fired at their direction and instead of shooting his brother, he turned around and shot at Das's men who had managed to find them. However, this one distraction was enough and Abbas pushed away his brother and ran away from there.

"Arnav! Get up!" Khalid shouted, trying to lift him up from the ground where he knelt down. But Arnav was too shocked by what had occurred few minutes earlier to even realise what was happening around him.

"Arnav!" Khushi, who had been silently standing beside him the whole time, tried to shake him out of his daze. But he simply refused to hear her.

"Khushi, go and save yourself." Khalid cried out in panic, as more bullets fired in their direction. He knew that he couldn't safeguard single-handedly both Arnav and Khushi. There was a good chance someone would get shot amidst the crossfire.

"No, I won't leave him." Khushi insisted stubbornly, refusing to leave Arnav's side. "Arnav, listen to me." She shouted, forcefully cupping his face and making him look at her. "We need to leave. Those men are attacking us." She said, wiping away his tears with her shawl.

More bullets tore through the air as more men joined the firing. And Khushi panicked as a bullet whizzed right above her head. "Please Arnav. Khalid Bhai is asking us to leave. We need to go right now."

"Abbas Malik'" Arnav whispered as images of his mother being brutally murdered flashed in his mind, her lifeless body dropping flat on the floor, her voice pleading him to run away, echoing in his ears. "He sent those men after my mother. He killed her." He said, looking up at Khushi and her heart wrenched to see him broken down like this. "My father killed my mother. He tried to kill me." He continued to say even louder as his entire body started to tremble with rage, a rage so powerful, it threatened to consume anyone in its path. "ABBAS MALIK KILLED MY MOTHER!" He shrieked and suddenly stood up and without any warning, started running around, in search of his mother's murderer.

"Abbas Malik! Where have you hidden? Come out!" he screamed through his gritted teeth as he wildly searched for the man.

"Arnav!" Khushi screamed and ran after him deeper into the woods.

Arnav scanned the entire expanse of the forest in front of his eyes and all of a sudden, his eyes fell on the elder man hurrying towards where their cars were parked. But before he could escape, Arnav ran towards him and yanked his hand forcefully.

"Abbas Malik! You killed my mother!" he screamed and grabbed the man's collar furiously. "Who gave you the right to take her life? We were living a happy life without you and you destroyed everything." He said and punched his father's face. "Didn't you feel guilty even once taking away your own son's life?"

"You are not my son, got it? You are just a mistake that I committed when I was young. Your mother was a foolish and a cheap woman who wanted to get into my pants and have some fun. But after she realised her folly, she thought of dragging me into it too." Abbas snorted.

"No one gave you the right to talk about my mother like that!" Arnav screamed as he kicked Abbas in his gut. "I know how good you are! You are just a shameless excuse of a man. You know what, forget about me and my mother for a minute. Think about your wife and your four kids in Bangkok. Do they have any idea how you go around sleeping with other random women over here? And you say my mother was cheap? See at yourself before you point any finger at my mother. And yeah, you are right. I'm not your son. I'm my mother's son. A Raizada and not a Malik. By donating a sperm, you don't become a father. Being a father takes a lot more than that and what more can be expected from a person like you?"

"Watch your tongue boy!" Abbas said and retaliated by pushing away Arnav from him. But Arnav was quick and fast enough to fight back. With one kick aimed at Abbas head, he knocked the man down on the floor.

Khushi stood horrified, watching the entire scene unfold in front of her eyes from a distance. On one side, she wanted to stop Arnav, but on the other side, she wanted his mother's murderer to be punished. If Arnav had suffered all throughout his life, it was only because of this man. The root of all his pain and suffering was Abbas Malik and thus, how could she stop Arnav from thrashing that man?

"And as if that was not enough, you had your filthy eyes on my Khushi? How dare you! You pawned her to Das!" Arnav blasted off at him, as he hovered on top of Abbas, grabbing his neck.

"Yes, I did. And I will finish what I'd started. I will kill you!" Abbas replied, choking at the force on his throat and the two, engaged in a fight, rolling on the ground as both thrashed each other, delivering painful blows all over their faces, as blood and sweat intermingled with mud and scarred their bodies.

Suddenly, Abbas caught hold of Arnav's wrists and locking them on top of his head, he used the moment to land a hard blow on Arnav's nose using his elbow, stunning him completely for a minute. And using that momentary distraction, he tried to fish out Arnav's gun from his pocket to point at the head of the young man lying below him. But before he could find it, he felt something poke behind his head and turning around, he saw his elder brother pointing the gun at him.

"You must be kidding me. You won't do it Bhaijaan! I know it." Abbas said, smirking at him. "You promised Ammi!"

"Yeah, I promised her that I would look after my brother. I was always a good brother to you. But you, Abbas, failed to be a brother to me. You asked me right, why Baba didn't bequeath even a single penny to you? It's because he didn't trust you even a bit. I never said anything to him. Infact, I wanted the entire business to be handed over to you and your children. But Baba was smart enough. Maybe he already knew what his son was. I'm sorry Abbas, but even Ammi wouldn't have expected you to do this to your own blood. If I had just told her truth!" Khalid said, and lifted his brother with his collar, and before his brother could react, he pulled the trigger right into his abdomen and Abbas staggered backwards with the impact, feeling the blood ooze out from his midriff.

"KHALID MALIK!" Abbas screamed and took a step towards his brother, but Khalid pulled the trigger and shot another bullet through his brother's body while Arnav and Khushi witnessed the horrifying scene.

"You killed Aarti, Abbas! You killed her!" Khalid retorted back and thus, shot his brother right through his forehead and saw him collapse down on the floor. "I'm sorry that I'm widowing your wife and orphaning your children, but I think they are better off without a man like you in their life." He said, as tears rolled down his eyes, the gun falling down from his limp hand.

He had never thought a day would come when he would kill his brother with his own hands. But it did.

"Arnav!" Khalid said and rushed towards him to help him stand up. "We have to go from here. Das's men are still behind us. Let's get away from here." He said, as he pulled an absolutely shocked and petrified Arnav and Khushi after him.

"Aman! Where is Aman?" Khushi suddenly asked, remembering that she hadn't seen him since the last hour as they ran towards their cars.

"I don't know." Arnav replied, his mind still in a daze at what had happened.

And right at that moment, they heard Aman calling Arnav, "Bhai!" waving at them from the opposite side. "There he is." Khushi sighed with relief, knowing that he was alright, when all of sudden, they saw him grab his revolver and aim directly at them.

"What the F*ck!" Arnav's eyes immediately widened with alarm as he grabbed Khushi and ducked to the ground and they heard two bullets being fired simultaneously, as it whizzed over their heads followed by an eerie silence. And turning back, they saw one of Das's men, dropping down to the ground as the bullet from Aman's gun pierced his head.

But Arnav screamed out in fear, as his mind slowly registered the fact that there were two bullets that were shot and immediately turning back to face Aman, he saw his best friend hold his chest tightly, his eyes widened with shock of the impact. And slowly, removing his palm, Aman bent down to look at the bullet that had torn into his chest, lodging itself in his ribs.

And both Arnav and Khushi cried out his name, "AMAN!" as they saw him drop down on the floor, the knees buckling under the weight of his limp upper body.

let me celebrate 😉 then i will read 😆

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*sigh of relief* arnav is safe… Khushi is in his arms… the best and the most comfortable place for her….. gallo py pappi for you for this relief without any further mess at the start….. I liked the way you started your update….

It is certainly a dhamakedar update…. I liked the action filled package….

Khalid saved Arnav , Khalid killed Abbas, Khalid took revenge of Aarti's death, Khalid did not forgive his brother for taking Aarti's life, Khalid did not let his brother to kill Aarti's son…. Wow… Khalid is undeniably an exceptional character….. and in this update I want to say something to Khalid "Khalid tu mera hero" (awe my Arnav baby don't mind it I love you more)

Wow Aman was also in action…. The way he finished Shyam off, it's too good and executed brilliantly….. seems like you love to watch action movies…. My heart was beating so fast while reading that…. I was like, "maybe now Aman will get hurt" but you were saving that action for the last part….

The way Khushi told the truth to Arnav is just superbly written… she wanted to hide it….. she wanted to tell him in a much better way…… because she was scared of his reaction…. But at that moment she thought that's the only thing that could stop both of them for killing each other…. the truth was necessary just to cool down the beast in them that was in a verge to take each other's life…..

Arnav's reaction…. Wow molten…… you described it with such intensity that I was crying for him….. completely shows his bonding with his mother…. So many years he was survived with the truth that he was disowned by his father…. He was considered as mistake by his father…. But to hear it from his father's mouth by his own ears is just not bearable…. And before he could accept it, before he could gather his shattered soul the ugliest truth of his life was out….. his own biological father killed his mother and tried to kill him, his own son…. His father could not let him and his mother to live in peace….. you considered every minute detail of the situation….. brilliantly written…..

The only thing I can't digest is the fact that in all these years Khalid was unaware of Aarti's murderer…. Come on he is the DON of Delhi…. Isn't he????? Am not bashing it's just am not coming up with any proper reasoning to convince myself….

What did Khalid do wrong……??? Why he didn't get any happiness in his life…. He got parents who always demanded him to forgive his younger brother… he had got an evil brother who ruined his every single happiness…. He didn't get the love of his life….. his lady love was cheated and brutally murdered by his younger brother….. He is all alone not because he was cursed but he chose to be alone…… but now I want him to enjoy his rest of the life with the children of Arhi…. He has every right to enjoy the blessings of family, children and parenthood….. don't you think so????

Shyam is finished, Abbas is died, truth is out, Arnav and Khushi are together…..Khalid is with them…. And it's still Thursday in your FF, the day of their marriage, so is the marriage still on????? Oh silly girl! forget the marriage…..how is that possible when Aman is shot…. So are we going to Akash's clinic…..???? maybe you are planning to introduce the nurse……

Don't you dare kill Aman…what will Agathe do then???? Arnav has Khushi and Akash has the nurse so only Aman left please give Aman to Agathe….

And for the note…… fluff is easier to write….???? Seriously????? Then why the hell you add fluff in your FF once in a blue moon….write fluff more often….. clear the mess and give us a season 2 based on their honeymoon…. With every minute detail…. Just show us the heights of your wild imaginations…..

i always thought khalid being a mummy's boy will never have the guts to kill that filthy disgraceful man but wow khalid is a true man, who knew no mother would bear such a creep son.KHalid for me is a hero & i m in love with this man who is a true lover, a true son,a father & a brother! hats off to khalid malik for being a great man!

poor arnav,surrounded by goons gets the shock of his life😭😭😭

kushi who has witnessed for the first time so much blood shed & bullets rain is surely a brave girl, who instead of freaking out with horror was completely focused on her love arnav's pain.

aman is hit in the ribs, plz plz don't kill him.