FF (2): Dark Ties - NOTE - Page 132 (Thread 3) - Page 35

Originally posted by: kendra

so this FF will be 50 chapters long. i am both happy and sad.

happy because we will get read round about 20 more amazing updates but sad as the secrets will not be over till then.

but i am seeing the bright side 😃

madhu trusted adi but i am not sure if he will not tell rk.

and has rk really forgotten everything??

Sorry if you guys don't like this chapter! It does reveal the reason behind her kidnapping though. I'm also sure that a bunch of you will probably say it was so sudden (you'll know what I mean when you read the chapter) but can we all just pretend that he'd been sick for a REALLY long time? Kay, thanks! Enjoy!!

Chapter Thirty-Three – The Final Farewell

The car rolled to a stop outside a small, one-story house. I looked outside the window for a moment, trying to recognize the place but it seemed foreign to me. The last time I had seen my father was in our big home. I began to feel nervous, as we remained stopped outside my father's new place. I felt Adi's hand come on top of mine in a comforting fashion, almost as if he could sense how I was feeling. I looked towards him and he nodded his head to tell me everything will be okay. Though we were both the same age, I had never really connected to Adi years ago. He was always the wannabe gangster and used to be extremely stuck-up; so it was such a change to see him in the manner I had over the past few weeks. He had grown into wonderful man…he had basically grown into the RK I had once fallen in love with years ago.

"You can do this Madhy."

I slowly nodded my head and then spoke softly.

"You go home…I'll call when I'm done…"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah…"

"Okay, let me know when you need me to come back."

"I will. Thank you Adi."

"Don't thank me. I did it for our friendship."

I tried to smile but couldn't. He put on his adorable smile as he realized I had tried to smile, and then he unlocked my door. I stepped outside and closed the door behind myself. I watched him pull out of the driveway and drive off. I slowly walked up to the door to the little house and knocked on it. The door opened and I saw an older man behind it, not my father.

"Oh…I think I have the wr…"

"No. You're Madhu right? He's been calling your name…he doesn't have long."

"What's wrong with him…?"

"I don't know beti…he never went to the doctor…he said he got what he deserved."

"Where is he?"

"Come."

I felt myself growing faint with every step I took closer towards where my father was. Eventually the old man came to a stop outside a door. He gestured for me to enter it as I stared at him. Then very slowly I turned and walked into the room. I nearly fell to the ground as I saw my father in such a weak condition on a bed. I ran towards him and hugged him tight.

"PAPA?!"

I cried into his shoulder as I remembered back to all the good times I had shared with my father…from childhood to adolescence. Then I remembered what had happened…how he had ruined my love life…how he had ruined everything. I slowly pulled away and wiped away my tears. He coughed and then smiled slightly. He blinked and I watched as tears fell out of his eyes.

"I…don…don't have long…I need to…tell you something…"

I didn't respond. I stared at him with a stern expression; angered at the fact that he had never come for me.

"I…I kil…killed your…mother…"

I had known he had done that. I wasn't shocked. I just wanted one answer.

"Why?"

"Sh…she threatened…to…"

He ended up in a coughing fit, so I quickly grabbed water and helped him sit up as I held the cup for him to drink from. After he had the water, I noticed he was too weak to even lift his hands, so I wiped away at the water on his mouth with my dupatta.

"She threatened to do what papa?"

"To…le…leave and…take you far aw…away from me…"

He had killed my mother because she had threatened to leave him. I couldn't figure out whether or not I should feel remorse for him. I decided before letting my emotions take over, that I'd ask one last question.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kundra…?"

He remained silent but closed his eyes. I shook him slightly after a moment.

"Papa?"

He opened his eyes into little slits and spoke his last words.

"Th…they…saw…everythin…"

They saw everything. He indirectly answered my question. Then suddenly he gasped and began to hyperventilate. Then his body fell limp.

"Papa?! PAPA! HELP, SOMEONE HELP!"

The old man ran into the room as I shook my father's lifeless body. I turned my head to the right and saw the man standing there with his eyes closed and his hands in a praying motion. Then he spoke quietly under his breath.

"May his soul rest in peace."

He walked out of the room as though nothing had happened as I continued to shake my father.

"Papa? WAKE UP! PAPA! IT'S ME MADHU, WAKE UP. PLEASE."

He didn't move. His chest didn't go up and down as a normal person's would in order to show they were still breathing. I noticed the old man walk back into the room holding a big white sheet. He walked in front of me and very slowly placed the sheet over my father. I managed to catch a last glimpse of my father before he covered his face. That's when reality hit me. I stared at the figure beneath the white sheet and then collapsed on top of it. I hugged my father's lifeless body and laid my head on his chest as I used to do when I was younger. I closed my eyes as my tears dried up and I remembered back to the first time he had taught me how to ride a bike. The way he used to do my hair in pigtails whenever may mother was at work. The way I'd place my head on his chest whenever something was bothering me and he'd lightly run his hand over my hair to comfort me…

"Someone's waiting for you outside in a car beti."

The old man interrupted my trip down memory lane and I shook out of my trance. I looked towards the door and saw him waiting for me to leave. I turned my eyes back towards my father and slowly stood up. I began to back away from him without taking my eyes off him. I remembered his smile, his eyes, his healthy self…then I looked at him on his deathbed. I stumbled backwards and landed on the ground. The old man came to my side to help me but I stood by myself. I remembered back to living in the orphanage for seven years and not having heard from him once. I wanted to know why he had never come for me…but I guess that was one question that would remain unanswered. I finally backed out of the room and with a last glimpse of my father's figure; I walked down the hallway and out of the house in a trance. I hadn't remembered calling Adi back but I figured he had known how long I would've taken. I walked towards the car slowly while thoughts of my father invaded my mind. I unconsciously opened the car door and sat in. I closed the door and then put my hand into my jacket pocket. I pulled out a recorder and stared at it.

"I did it…I recor…"

As my eyes landed on RK in the driver seat, I trailed off. The recorder fell to my feet and his eyes shot in my direction.