SERENDIPITY

03

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~Riiinnnngggggg~

Walking through the busy roads, she didn't know where she was headed to, until a call interupted her train of thoughts.

"Preeta???" It was her mom... it was funny how  just by listening her voice, tears welled up in Preeta's eyes and she sniffed, placing her hand over the microphone, not to let any sound out.

"Preeta???? Beta are you there???" She asked concerned, "Why is your stuff back?? A cargo just delivered your suitcases... sab kuch thee-"

"Maaa...." she cut her in between trying to sound as normal as she can, "I will be there in an hour, Ham phir bt krengey, hmm...!!??" and without listening to her any further, she hung up...

What will I say to them? She questioned herself, how will I tell them that their only daughter is dying???

♡

Preeta entered the house using the spare key, and as expected, her family was already gathered in the lounge, with her luggage still in the hallway...

They didn't even felt the need to put it in her old room, her mind remarked.

"Preeta....." her mom called out coming to her hug, "aik minute..... Teri ankhen ku itni soji hoin hain??????? Did something happen??? Abhi ne kuch kaha hy????"

She remained mute not hugging her back, her reports still clutched closely to her chest.

"I know for sure it's not abhi who did something wrong...." she heard her father say in a mocking tone... "tumharey beja pyar ne isey bigar diya hy...... she always goes around messing things up, Mera damad aik heera hy.... laikin tumne apni is ladli beti ko kbhi sikhaya hi ni k aik achi bahu ya achi patni kese bna jata hy... I knew this day would come or dekho wohi hua, aj Arora khandan ki beti apne pita ki izzat ko sare am uchaltey hoa ghar agyi hy...."

Something shattered within her, She didn't know what hurt her the most, abhi leaving her or her own parents not accepting her? What has fate decided for her, she couldn't help but question.

"Raj....." sarla warned, something about her daughter's state told her that this wasn't the right time to interrogate her like this... "preeta beta tum jao apne kamray main, I'll get you something to eat...."

"And here you go again, why are you treating her like a princess??? Kon sa karnama kr k ae hy Jo itni izzat Derhi ho isey?? Abhi was a gentleman but isne us ki qadar ni ki... so preeta arora don't expect us to treat you any better!"

Her stomach twisted, she could almost taste her own blood and started speaking before she could even think, "gentleman???? Is this your definition of gentleman???" Her voice raised throwing the papers in his front of him, "Ni baba.... He is a coward who doesn't know how to face things!! Buzdil hy wo!! gentleman wo ni hota Jo apni patni ko beech rastey main chor deta, he isnt someone who leaves his wife just because she's dying!!!" Her voice was breaking, as visible angry tears trailed down her swollen cheeks, "Bjae iskay k wo apni patni k akhri waqt main uska hath thamta, us ka Sahara bnta, he kicked her out of his life.... being the gentleman he is......"

"What is........" sarla panicked seeing the papers, "ye kiya hy preeta????" Raj on the hand was still sitting blank, void of any emotions as he stared her with empty eyes, holding the papers that decided her death sentence

"He left me, when I needed him the most.... just like you guys....."

Preeta shook her head crying as she stepped back, sarla was about to come to her but she held up a finger, indicating her to stop, "I'll leave.... and I'll make sure k you never have to see this face again..... atleast not alive....."