New FF: Khoya Hua: Chapter 3 p6

So, with everything going on, I think to myself, "Wow, I wonder what's going to happen next!" (I mean this in the most sarcastic way possible. Then, I get this idea.To begin with, I was never too fond of the track regarding Purvi with Arjun's child for many reasons. But, I guess I could sort of get through with it. So in that regard, I just recently had this idea witnessing some of the recent events in the show. It may be kind of out there, but here is the epilogue of this story:
Epilogue
Months had passed since everyone found out about Pari. Though everyone that had known about what had happened thought that things would repair themselves with time in the Deshmukh household, this time, it didn't.
To begin with, Archana remained in her coma. She wasn't there to help Purvi through the trauma of the event, though truly things were her fault. Sulochana wasn't of much help to her either. With all that had happened, Onir felt awkward once outside of the household. This resulted in Purvi spending countless days crying and regretting what she did. She didn't venture out of the house much and didn't really keep much contact with anyone, other than Soham. Soham was what has kept her going through these hard months. Soham believed that he should fight for Purvi's forgiveness just as she had tried for him. On the other hand, Sulochana ignored Purvi and Onir spent most of his time at the hospital.
In the Deshmukh household, Manav refused to talk to Arjun. Ovi was bitter towards everyone and everything. Every sign she had shown of change was suddenly gone. Teju spent most of her time outside the home depressed with Sunny. Savita and her lot were just really silent these days. Sachin couldn't bear with things either'from Manav's anger to Ovi's ongoing demands.

Even so, just a few months after finding out, Ovi left. Where to, no one knew. Manav blamed Arjun even more for this, though he never forced Arjun out of the home for Pari's sake. And where was Arjun in the midst of this? Well, feeling extremely guilty, he half heartedly raised Pari, despite Ovi being around.
But now, Ovi was gone. Arjun was all alone. Manav and Savita were mad.
This is what opened his eyes.
He wasn't letting his daughter grow up in this environment. He wasn't letting her go through the ongoing torture of his mistakes. He would need the help of some people, but he would do it. He wasn't weak anymore.

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Manav: Where is he!? Call him now!
Sachin: Baba, calm down! I'm dialing!
Teju: *crying, scared*
Sachin: Baba, he won't answer. The phone's line is just completely cut off.
Manav: Teju! Where's Sunny?
Teju: *through tears* I'I don't know.
Sunny: Uncle, I'm here. And I have Soham with me.
Manav: Tum! *points to Soham* You know about Purvi's whereabouts! Tell me know where they both are!
Soham: *panicked* I'I don't know where they are, Mr. Deshmukh. Purvi's at home and she doesn't know either. No one here knows.
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But those were lies.
Arjun and Pari were gone.
Where to? Well, who knew?

Time was Manav's greatest weakness. Archana pulled out of the coma only to restore the peace in the home. Archana was Manav's weakest point.
"You can't undo the past, so why ruin the future?"
With her convincing, Purvi, Onir, and Soham were all allowed into the house. They lived in partial harmony, grieving over the events of the past. Years passed; relationships mended; loved ones lost. Was there a chance that the luck of fate could fix things again? Kahan pein khoya hua tha?

Should I continue? 🤓

you should definitly continue, looks very interesting, like soham...

cont. Seems a nw concept. Make sense in pr

the story is nice please continue

do continue Esha...It's awesome😃👏

1: 14 years ago….

The night was dark. I could barely see anything outside the cold glass of the window. To think, the day was so bright and sunny, as if nothing were wrong. But who knew that when the night would come, things would be so dark? Almost as if all the troubles were to come rushing at once?
There was only a faint light in this dark life of mine, and even that wasn't glowing so brightly. It had almost burned out too, but luckily, I had revived it in time.
Now this light will guide me through the next hard times, and will be mine alone.

In the present: 14 years later

The grass was wet, the people were gathered and the stakes? They were high. I stood up and pulled my hair back tighter, hoping it wouldn't fall into my face. This was the shot of a lifetime… okay, so it was the shot of the season. The winning shot.
Out on the football field, a jumble of noises filled my ears as crazed fans shouted things like, "You can do it!" and "We can win this!". I knew why they were all so worried. It had come down to this last time too. It was my fault that we lost it last time.
If you haven't figured it out already, I play football. It was the last game in the finals, and we were tied with the opposing team. I had one penalty—if I make it, we win the city championship. If I miss, we don't win. The thing is though, I lost this same shot last time, and it cost my team the title. This time, I'm going to make it—guaranteed.
Last time I took this shot, I didn't have it with me—my lucky chain that I've been wearing since birth. It had gotten too small again, and so it was off being fixed. I wasn't wearing my chain, and so I lost the shot—and the championship title. But not this time. I have my chain secure around my neck.
As the players set themselves up behind me, anticipating the outcome of my shot, I pulled my hair back once more, for good measure. I slowly admired the chain that was around my neck, and kissed the pendant before getting into position. It was now or never.
The whistle blew. I took off as fast as I could. All I felt was the wind in my face and my foot making contact with the ball. All I heard was the ball as it hit the back of the net—the goalkeeper falling to the ground. That was it. It was over. We won.
And I made the winning shot.
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Coach: We did it girls! That's how you all play an amazing game of football!
Team: *cheering*
Coach: This trophy has our title, and nothing can change that! Now, girls, gather in for a picture—wait.
Player: What is it coach?
Coach: Where is my star shooter?
Player: Here I am coach!
We took the picture, and before I knew it, reporters were shouting my name, asking me to talk to them. Seriously? I'm only in the 9^th standard. I'm not some sort of professional. I was trying to find a way out of there, when I saw him.
Reporters: Over here! No, over here! Wait, over here!
Coach: Hey, are you not going to answer their questions darling?
Player: Uhm, well—*suddenly excited* Dad! Coach, may I please go talk to my dad first? I'll answer all their questions afterwards, I swear.
Coach: Fine, do hurry though.
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Player: Dad! Dad!
The Dad: Calm down, P—
Player: * runs up and hugs her dad, causing him to almost lose his balance* Dad! You made it!
The Dad: Of course I made it. It was your last game, and I really wanted to see you play.
Player: This means a lot to me, Dad. Especially because you work so hard.
The Dad: Anything for you. Now, I think you should go back. Your coach doesn't seem to happy. I'll be in the car. Just meet me there when you're done and then we'll go out for lunch.
Player: Okay Dad. *smiles and runs back*
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Reporters: Over here! No, over here! Wait—
Player: Hold on! I'll answer all your questions, just wait please. You, there!
Reporter 1: Start by telling us your name.
Reporters: *nodding in agreement*
Player: *deep breath* I'm Pari. Pari Kirloskar.
Reporter 2: How do you spell that?
Pari: Uhm, shall I right it out for you? *laughs*
This was my spotlight, which I hated on the inside. I was the "star" shooter of the number one girl's school in London. I was the "star" student that everyone wanted to copy off of. I was the business tycoon Arjun Kirloskar's only daughter. But underneath all of that, I was just me; Pari. I love football, science, and hate attention.
Maybe it's just me, but on the outside I'm nothing like my dad. On the inside though, I wouldn't be able to live without him. I mean, he's the only reason why I'm here, and alive, right?
*****

How was it?
Just a little bit of background information:
The story takes place in London, where Arjun and Pari now live. The story starts off with a 13 year old Pari, who came to London when she was only one. She's soon to be 14, and this is the starting point for much of the story. The rest, I promise, will build itself up and reveal itself.
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Wowww! It was nice.
So now we'll get to see a 14 years old Pari. This is million times better than the show.
Please update soon dear.

i loved it!!!!!😃⭐️wow...nice storyline , wish u could be the cvs...😊