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I wanted to write this chapter a little big, but because of you'll desperation to read, I didn't wrote further.
But atleast give me two days to write and update, I know the target got completed but atleast I should've time to write na I can't write anything, I've to think for Hours for that.
The day I update, the next day in the evening I write half chapter as in the afternoon I have to attend my classes, and would do the same on the second day too and then I will update after editing, it needs only two days wait, I hope you'll Will understand.
She huffed, steeling herself to answer all the questions, her heart racing with anticipation.
The whole family was present in the hall, Ishika sitting alone on the sofa, the family members seated on the others, while Avyaan stood near the pillar, his eyes fixed on her with a mix of anger and hurt.
"Will you sit like this now, or will you open your mouth, ranisa?" Mehek mocked, her voice dripping with venom, her eyes blazing with accusation. But before she could continue, Dadisa glared at her, silencing her. Then, she turned to Ishika, her expression calm and collected.
"Don't be confused, I won't accuse you of anything before knowing the whole truth," Dadisa said, her voice soothing, filled with empathy. "Now, tell me everything from the start. Don't be scared, speak what you know." Ishika nodded, taking a deep breath, and began her story, her voice trembling with emotion.
"One day, Siya called me and asked me to come to her room. When I went there, Amaira was crying and shouting. I asked her the reason, and she said she loves a boy..." As soon as Ishika spoke these words, Mehek sprang up, her face red with rage, her eyes flashing with anger.
"You're lying, aren't you? Are you ashamed to speak like this for a girl?" Mehek shouted, her voice harsh and accusatory, her words cutting deep into Ishika's heart. Tears brimmed in her eyes, but Ishika looked at her without fear, her voice steady, filled with conviction.
"Chachisa, I'm speaking the truth. If you're not able to listen, you can leave then." Her statement made everyone's eyes widen in shock, their faces reflecting their surprise and disbelief. Till just an hour ago, Ishika's tears hadn't stopped, but now she was a different person, her eyes flashing with determination, her voice filled with courage.
A smile formed on Dadisa's lips, and she nodded at Ishika to continue, her eyes filled with pride and admiration. "She said she loves a boy, but he's from a different caste, so the family won't agree to let her get married to him. I tried to explain to her that this isn't the time to get married, that we'll confront the family after her education, but she denied it, saying she'll run away and get married."
As Ishika spoke, her eyes locked onto Avyaan's, his eyes blazing with anger, his hands clenched into tight fists, his face red with rage. But she didn't flinch, her gaze steady, her voice unwavering, filled with emotion.
"I wanted to tell you all about this, but she said if I tell you, she'll commit suicide. I tried many times to confront her, but she wouldn't listen. At one point, she became calm, and I thought she wouldn't do anything, but..." Ishika's voice trailed off, and she gulped, her eyes still fixed on Avyaan's, her heart heavy with emotion.
His veins popped up on his forehead, his face red with rage, but Ishika continued, her voice firm, filled with conviction. "But yesterday, I was in the balcony before the party started. There she was, standing with that man she said she loves, and in front of them, Siya was standing. They were fighting about something, but that's when I saw that man pointing his gun from behind towards Amaira."
Ishika's voice cracked, and she gulped, the memories still traumatic for her, her eyes brimming with tears. "I ran to go down, but the door was locked. I tried to call Avyaan, that's when I heard a gunshot. I ran to see... there Siya was, lying shot in the chest by his gun. My mind was frozen, I couldn't understand what to do. That's when I saw a gun lying on the sofa, but it was empty. I swear, there was no bullet inside it."
Ishika's emotional side threatened to surface, but she pushed it back, her face set in a determined expression, her eyes flashing with courage, her voice filled with conviction.
"I ran to the balcony and pointed at that man to scare him, but he pointed his gun at me. Amaira tried to stop him by snatching his gun. I was fakingly pulling the trigger to scare him, and that's when another gunshot happened. That bullet wasn't from his gun, nor mine. It came from somewhere else, and it shot... Amaira in the chest." Ishika's voice cracked as she gulped, the memories still fresh and painful.
"Enough of your lying!" Mehek sprang up, her face red with rage, and stormed towards Ishika. Ishika stood up, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not lying!" she spoke straightly, her voice firm.
"You're lying!" Mehek shouted, tears streaming down her face. "The day you came into this house, everything started getting messed up. Just because of you, the daughter of this family is lying there in a coma!" She pointed accusingly at Ishika, her voice trembling with grief and anger.
Ishika wanted to reply, but what stopped her was the realization that every mother would react this way, or worse, after seeing her daughter in such a state. Still, with some hope, she looked at Avyaan, but he was gone, walking upstairs, leaving her alone to face the storm. This time, it didn't make her cry, but instead, she laughed at her own expectations, a bitter, hollow laugh.
Her eyes were fixed on Avyaan's retreating figure, where Mehek was blaming her, but it didn't affect her. That's when a loud slapping sound echoed in the hall, making everyone gasp. No one spoke, except Dadisa, who shouted, "Mehek!" as she slapped Ishika so hard that her face fell to the right side.
A tear rolled down Ishika's cheek, and she wiped it away, hiding her pain. She looked straight at Mehek, her voice coming out as a roar. "Just because I respect you doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, Chachisa!" Her palm clenched into a tight fist, her eyes blazing with anger.
Mehek opened her mouth to speak, but got shut up as Ishika spoke again, her voice firm and resolute. "I accept my mistake, that I should have told you all, but that doesn't mean just because of me, they got shot." Her words hung in the air, a challenge to Mehek's accusations.
Dadisa folded her hands on her chest and sat on the sofa, a small smile playing on her lips. This was what she wanted Ishika to be - strong, fearless, and excellent with her words. "In this, Amaira is also responsible. She could have at least told you. I know she was in love, but that doesn't mean you'll blame me for everything," Ishika said, her voice steady.
Mehek's face twisted in anger, and she raised her hand to slap Ishika again. But Ishika caught her hand mid-air, her grip firm. "You did that mistake once, and the consequences of that are still fresh. Think before you do it once more," Ishika warned, her voice sending shivers down Mehek's spine.
Mehek tried to struggle free, but Ishika's grip was firm. "What consequences? What will you do?" Mehek sneered, but Ishika just chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound.
"What I will do," Ishika repeated, her eyes glinting with determination. "I'm leaving this house." The room fell silent, with everyone gasping in shock.
Mehek's face turned red with rage. "And do you think you'll leave, and anyone will be affected here?" she scoffed.
"They'll be affected, Mrs. Mehek Rathore," Ishika said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You will. You'll, who blamed me and didn't stand up for me. You'll don't deserve me, this family don't deserve me" Ishika's words cut deep, and Mehek's face twisted in anger and pain.
"Now, I won't be back here until you all realize what your words have done to me," Ishika said, her voice heavy with emotion, weighed down by the burden of their accusations.
Her heart ached with every word, every glance, every gesture that seemed to scream "guilty" in her face. But she stood tall, her self-respect shining brighter than anyone else's, like a beacon of hope in a stormy sea.
"Ishika," Dadisa's voice made her turn, her eyes locking onto the older woman's, searching for understanding, for empathy. "Dadisa, please, you won't stop me. It's my decision, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion, her eyes begging Dadisa to see things from her perspective.
"I'm not stopping you, but I just wanted to tell you that a queen never stumbles from her words. So, do what you want, but be safe," Dadisa said, her eyes filled with a deep understanding, a knowing glance that seemed to say, "I believe you, Ishika."
Ishika nodded, a faint smile on her lips, a smile that hid the pain, the anguish, the tears that threatened to spill over. Her heart was aching at the thought of leaving this family, this house, and him. The thought of being away from Avyaan, of not seeing his smile, his laughter, his eyes, was like a knife to her soul.
"But what if they never realize their mistake?" a voice whispered in her mind, making her fear, making her doubt. Still, she calmed herself, knowing she had made the right decision.
"Shreya, can you please go and bring my luggage down?" Ishika asked, her voice firm, resolute.
Shreya nodded and left, Yash following her. "Bhabhi will leave us now," Yash said, his voice filled with concern, his eyes wide with worry.
"No, Yash, she will come back soon. Bhai can't stay without her for some hours, and you think he'll let her stay away for months?" Shreya replied, a smile on her lips as she thought about the love between Ishika and Avyaan, a love that seemed strong enough to conquer all.
"But everyone did wrong, Mumma shouldn't have behaved like that with her," Yash spoke, his voice laced with sadness.
Shreya nodded in agreement. "Where is Reyansh bhai and Mahi bhabhi? They won't let Ishika bhabhi go," Shreya questioned, her brow furrowed with concern.
"They both are in the hospital still, Mahi bhabhi fell from the stairs, her head is wounded," Yash replied, his voice filled with worry.
"What's going on in our family, yrr?" Shreya exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration.
Yash knocked on the door, but got no reply. Once more, he knocked, but still, no reply. Finally, he spoke, "Bhai."
A walking sound came from inside, and the door opened. Avyaan stood there, his eyes red from lack of sleep or maybe from crying. "What?" his voice was laced with anger, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
"Bhai, uhmm, bhabhi is leaving. We need her luggage," Shreya spoke, her voice trembling slightly.
"Leaving, where?" Avyaan's voice was laced with fear, his eyes wide with worry.
They both told him the whole scene that had unfolded downstairs, and the words Ishika had spoken. Avyaan's face hardened, his jaw clenched, and his eyes seemed to flash with anger, with hurt.
"Hmm," he hummed, his voice barely audible, and gave them the way to take the luggage. His face was a mask of pain, his eyes reflecting the turmoil that was raging inside him. He wanted to go down, stop her, hug her, tell her she couldn't go, leaving him behind. But he didn't.
After a few moments of silence, they both stepped outside, carrying a single piece of luggage that held only her clothes, a stark reminder of the life she was leaving behind. "Bhai, are you okay?" Shreya asked, her voice laced with concern, her eyes searching his face for any sign of reassurance.
He simply nodded, but the tension in his jaw and the way he slammed the door behind him spoke volumes about the turmoil they were both feeling.
The sound echoed through the air, a harsh reminder of their fractured relationship, making them both flinch. As they descended the stairs, the weight of their unspoken words hung heavily between them. Ishika took the luggage, her heart pounding in her chest. She bent down to touch Dadisa's feet, the gesture feeling hollow in the face of her emotions.
Then she moved on to her father-in-law, followed by Chacha Sa and Chachi Sa, each touch a painful reminder of the traditions she was bound to, even as anger and sorrow brewed within her.
"So, bye everyone," she forced a smile, but it felt like a mask over the storm raging inside her. Only she could feel the heavy sorrow weighing down her heart, a mix of loss and betrayal. Turning away, tears brimmed in her already red and puffy eyes, and she gently touched her stomach, whispering, "Don't worry, baby, we will meet papa soon, haa," her voice trembling as she tried to muster a soft smile to mask the pain that threatened to consume her.
As she stepped out of the Rathore mansion, she quickly wiped her tears away, a futile attempt to regain her composure. The guards suggested she take the car, but she shook her head, determined to walk instead, needing to feel the ground beneath her feet, to ground herself in this moment of chaos.
She headed towards the road, hoping to find a cab, but with each step, the weight of her decision pressed down harder on her shoulders.
Standing at the corner, the evening air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the home she was leaving behind. The sun set in hues of orange, casting a beautiful yet melancholic glow around her, and the brisk winds sent chills down her spine, mirroring the turmoil in her heart.
Just then, she heard a familiar voice call out, "Jaa rahi ho?" Her heart raced at the sound, a mix of hope and despair flooding through her. Gathering her strength, she turned to see him standing there, his hair tousled, eyes red from emotion, mirroring her own pain.
"Kya lagta hai?" she replied, her voice softening, filled with the longing that had been building inside her. She yearned to throw her arms around him, to feel the warmth of his embrace, to find solace in his presence, but the distance between them felt insurmountable, a chasm filled with hurt and unresolved feelings. In that moment, all she wanted was to bridge that gap, to find a way back to the love that seemed so far away.
"Rukogi nahi?" Avyaan's voice cracked with desperation, his eyes pleading with her to stay. Ishika's gaze softened, her heart aching with the urge to wrap her arms around him, to hold him close and never let him go. But she couldn't. The weight of her decision, the pain of their situation, held her back.
"Rokoge?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching his for a glimmer of hope. The air was heavy with tension as they stood there, the only sound the distant hum of cars and the rustling of leaves. Time seemed to stand still, and for a moment, they were lost in each other's eyes.
"Jaane wale ko kya rokna?" His voice was laced with a hint of sadness, a touch of resignation. "Woh uski apni marzi hoti hai." A faint chuckle escaped her lips, a sound that was both heartbreaking and liberating.
"Kuch faisle marzi se nahi liye jaate, unhe lene pr majbur krdiya jaata hai," she continued, her words hanging in the air like a challenge. Avyaan's face twisted in anguish, his eyes flashing with emotion. He smiled faintly, a smile that spoke of his deep pain, his desperate longing.
The cab driver's voice broke the spell, asking Ishika for her destination. She turned, and told him her parents house address.
As the cab driver nodded and began to load her luggage, Ishika turned back to Avyaan, her eyes never leaving his. "Bye, intezar rahega" she said, her smile never wavering, her voice steady.
Avyaan's eyes narrowed, his face set in determination. "Kab tak"Â he asked, his voice low, husky, his heartbeat fastening with anticipation.
She slipped into the cab, leaving Avyaan standing alone, his heart heavy with the weight of their uncertain future. The cab door closed, but the window remained open, a symbol of the connection that still lingered between them,Ishika's smile never faltered as she replied,
"Jab tak tum aa nahi jaate"
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