I read newspapers and magazines in his office , and just stayed quiet.
I had let go of reyansh years ago , and it did not pain me any more , well not that much.
But my main concern was how to not repeat my past mistakes.
I took out my phone and started writing a list.
1)Relationship with my children
2) having my own money
3) cutting ties with reyansh
4) trying not to let Armaan die
I had no feelings for him, but when i heard news of him dying i felt a weird pain in my chest.
He was my children's father , I would not want him dead.
His cause of death was heart attack , at such a young
Age!
I could try to prevent it , like i did with my divorce !
But What would happen if he died!
Well then i could not help it!
Could i change something as crucial as someone's death?
My relationship with him was twisted, I abhored him
For marrying me , though i knew deep down he was forced just as i was.
I always wondered what would happen if he and i would have tried to love each other , befriend each other?
Would I be a happier person?
But I did not want this marriage because i loved someone else , why did he said yes? Just because his grandfather asked him to do it?
" Armaan tumse ek baat puchhu?" I timidly aksed and his gaze lifted from his laptop to me.
He stared at me and nodded.
" tumne mujhse shadi ke liye ha kyun kahi? mere parents ne mujhe bina puchhe hi , bas shaadi karneka order de diya tha." I explained, looking at him expecting his answer. Was it because of his health that his parents married me to him?
His mouth pursues , " mujhe mere dadaji ne kaha tha ki company ke liye ye kar payoge?" To mene bas ha kar di." He shrugged.
" though it was unfair to you, i had a choice though the price was a hefty one to pay if i hadn't married you."
His eyes filled eith cautious bore into hers.
" so you married me for your company? What did you need from my parents? Aren't you very rich?" I questioned him , i wanted to know what made the great kapoors need my parents ? We were new money , our connections were not great nor reputation, when the upper class only had royals and legacy companies.
" it was some sort of deal, or something, I don't know much about it either. If you wanna know i could find out?" He told me.
I nodded head gratefully.
" Armaan do you have any illness?"
He stared at me strangely, " no , why?"
" when was the last time you had a checkup?"
" this is india people don't go to doctor without anything happening." He said.
And I blinked and then sudden laughed.
Though he maintained a poker face.
Who knew he had a sense of humuor.
I decided to shut my mouth if i pressed too much he would be suspicious of me.
I could not let anyone know that i was reborn, people would think i was mad!
Updated on- 23/2/24