UnFaithFul Love (by Sugar-Arhi)

Part 24

*Part 24*

After one week..

Shantivan were in full swing preparing wedding preparation of Khushi and

Ranveer. They already completed most of the rituals and today were the

final day of taking vows before the holy fire. Only close relatives and

friends were invited for the occasions. Shilpa was directing the deco

while Aman was engrossed with the chatter. Ranveer was in his room

probably getting ready. Currently, he wasn't in mood to talk with

anyone. He just hates to get into this..! He wanted to shout at them so

that they STOP this nasty game. But again he was standing at the origin

where he was bind with friendship.

Shilpa: "Arnav.." She knocked the door several time. "Ar..." She was

about to call again but the door been unlocked from inside. Shilpa's

eyes moved to Arnav's face. He was looking pale so does his lips was

dry.. "You are not well.."

Arnav: "I'm just having little headache.. I will be fine after having

strong coffee." He lied. He didn't mention that he was just after

throwing up.. "Shilpa, can you please call Aman.. I need to discuss

something with him.." Shilpa was little hesitated to leave him alone and

at the same time, she couldn't find any other option other than calling

Aman behalf of him.

Just few minutes later, Aman marched in Arnav's room.. He knew what his

chief gonna asked him..

Arnav: "Where is my flight ticket..?" Aman took out a piece of paper

where it written Airlines. He hand it over to Arnav..

Aman: "I already place your suitcase in the trunk and later, your driver

will drive you to Airport.." Arnav nodded in agreement and started to

check the details of the ticket. He didn't want any mistakes as he

wanted to leave this country as soon as possible once he was done with

the marriage. Aman excused himself, while Arnav was still lost examining

the ticket.

In sudden, he could feel a kind of hard waves in his heart. The cute

little voice made him turn and the word come out from her mouth

literally shocked him.. /"Papa.."/ Sneha was standing at the doorstep

wearing a blue pink lengha choli. She was looking adorable with her hair

left open and small bangles tickling her wrist making noise.

Again reality hit him when the word /"Papa"/ echoed in his ears. Seems,

his world and heartbeat stopped when the small little angel call him

with the significant tag which was always bounded to him. Sneha walked

in as she was expecting her father to call him or hug her when she