Fate

61. Tables Turned.

Ik I'm late... Ik. 💀

I am sorry about it.

You know in the last chapter, I got a comment on the phrase "finally I've a chance with Rehaan" that you guys like him with Ayesha only 💀

It was hilarious tbh but ouch! Am I not better than Ayesha? (I'm not.)

I thought I wouldn't update but you guys are my bundle of joy, how could I not, then?

Next update on 136+ votes and comments ❤️🧿

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Aditya Agnihotri, Ayesha's grandfather had taught her values and morals of life but with the horrific revelation she felt lost, like a child who didn't know where to restart with no one on her side.

Ayesha spent her life till date thinking her grandfather was a nice father, a perfect father in-law and a loving grandfather, a man who taught her to be a moralist and always stand by justice, killed her family?

For what? Money and power?

The ugly truth had Ayesha's little heart clutched in its binds blindingly, that she saw nothing over her broken heart that was held together by her blooming hate.

She cried over her cruel fate hiding her face in her palms but her loud sobs didn't do anything in her favour in fact it attracted the people hunting her down more towards her. But she seemed to not care about anything or anyone... She wished to live and at the same time she didn't.

Her silent tears blamed God for this pain she was enduring, emotionally. Her physical pain seemed to not affect her anymore but it did impact her mental state.

Weren't they already powerful and wealthy enough that her grandfather sacrificed her dad for more? And why did her mother and brother die? They were just collateral damage? Nothing more?

How much more cruel could her grandfather get? She wondered as she stared at the path which took Riya and Azhar away from this chaos with nothingness in her eyes.

Even if she survived this, she lost the power to confront Rehaan. Deep down, a masochist voice in her wanted Rehaan to never find her again. But the part which loved him to no boundaries wanted to see him just once if death was in her fate tonight.

Just once. It wasn't too much too much to ask for, however it wasn't any less than a miracle, but wasn't God capable of doing miracles, then why didn't he by some miracle save her family? Then why couldn't he let her see her love of life just once before she died?

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Rehaan.

I slammed my hands on the table before me and the people across me flinched. One and a fucking half day! I didn't see her, I didn't know where she was, I didn't know how she was. I was going insane. I needed my wife back in my arms, in front of my eyes.

I fucking needed her to breathe with relief.

"How the fuck do we call ourselves best when our security system is-" I stopped yelling when maa held me by my shoulders and I glared at the two guards sitting there awkwardly with their heads bowed

"Fucking hell!" I yelled and smacked the vase away from the table
"You are fired!" I said and their wide eyes met my angry and desperate ones. I need my wife! And these morons are fucking troublesome. They looked away when I arched my eyebrows at them.

"Rehaan, you need to calm down." Dad stepped ahead and I slumped down on the couch behind me, my head throbbed with the ache and eyes burned with the lack of sleep while my muscles relaxed with the slightest rest I gave myself.