ArHad FF: I Love You ll Readers read page 19 - Page 3

I'm sorry... so very sorry

Bharti heard his words in her mind again and took a deep breath. Fahad had left her. Even after all of his promises, he had left her high and dry. His parents had run like cowards because they had wanted a better life for their one and only precious son. Instead of sticking up for them, instead of fighting for what he wanted, he had given up. She knew it couldn't have been an easy decision. His parents had always made things easy for him. They were sending him to one of the best colleges in the country and they did have the money. They had talked about getting married after they had both graduated from college. Now, everything had changed. Fahad had left her behind to pursue the dreams of his parents. She wanted to hate him but she couldn't.

Her heart felt heavy in her chest as she made Aloo parathas.

Then she heard giggling. She turned around and saw Kiya sitting on the floor playing with their new puppy Browny. She had adopted the puppy for Kiya as a playmate. There weren't very many kids around that were her daughter's age. And those who were were not allowed to play with Kiya. As many people thought that their kids will learn bad things from a single mother's child.😡

Kiya looked up at her. "I love Browny so much, Mumma."

Bharti smiled as she went to take the orange juice out of the refrigerator. "But not as much as I love you, Mummy."

Bharti felt her eyes well up with tears again and she sucked in her breath. Outside the kitchen window, the rain fell harder.

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Fahad Ali looked out the window of his office and sighed. The rain was still coming down. It was May and spring was coming but still, the pre monsoon showers were ruining the day in Dehradun too. He took a pencil out of the cup that he kept them in on his desk. Always together!!, the cup read. There was a picture of two babies on it cuddling with each other. Bharti had given him the cup for his birthday once.

Fahad broke the pencil into half and threw it across his office. It hit the wall across from him and fell to the floor.

"Fahad?"

He looked up and saw Miss. Maria standing in the doorway of his office. "Are you okay, honey?" she asked him.

He nodded as he brushed his hair with his hands. "I'm fine," he assured her in a soft voice.

"Well, you don't look fine." She bent down to pick up the broken pencil. She walked over to his desk and threw it down into the dustbin .

She put her hands on her matronly hips and glared at him over her spetacles. "What is it? You've been miserable for the past week. I want to know what the problem is or I'm leaving."

Fahad had to smile. Maria Golmes was a great secretary and he knew of her value. She was old enough to be his grandmother and often acted as such. She was good natured with a heart of gold. He'd never met a kinder, more gentler woman but she was feisty and always stayed up for the people she cared about.

"I'm depressed," he admitted and cringed as he waited for her reaction. According to Maria, life was too short for such menial things. She surprised him by sitting on the edge of his desk, her chubby knees exposed as her grey skirt rode up a bit. "What are you depressed about? You're 22 years old and a very successful lawyer (you know he said in an interview that he had been doing LLB. so thought to include it as his profession in my FF). You have a beautiful girlfriend who adores you. You're smart, good looking and rich. What could you possibly be depressed about?" Fahad ran his finger along the rim of the cup that Bharti had given him. "It doesn't matter," he said softly. "I don't think you'd understand."

"Try me. I'm older than you and wiser. Maybe I can."

He shook his head again. "I'm not ready to talk about it. Not yet. When I am, you'll be the first to know."

Something in his voice kept her from making a sharp retort. She jumped down onto the floor again and put her hand on his shoulder. "You know where to find me when you are ready to talk." Fahad watched as she turned and left his office, leaving him alone to his thoughts. His eyes turned to the window again and he watched the falling rain. Her words came back to haunt him. I hate you! I never want to see you again, Mr. Fahad Ali!

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