The Right Wrong Number✨

♡ Chapter - 18 ♡

There was nothing to hide.

Just love — raw and vulnerable.

"Ma..." Arjun began, stepping toward her. "I... I wanted to tell you—"

His words stumbled out, almost like confessions.

"The first time we met... it was actually three years ago. At her college fest. I didn't know it then, but it stayed with me."

Mira looked down, letting him speak. This was his moment.

He went on, a small sad smile tugging at his lips, "That tea stall outside the campus... she was there. Umbrella wali ladki thi woh..."

His mother tilted her head slightly, something warming in her otherwise dim eyes.

"Phir ek din... ek galti se text gaya tha usse. Mujhe laga aapko bheja par nahi... fir baat badhti gayi... she became a friend. A constant. Aur pata hi nahi chala kab sab... sab zyada ho gaya..."

(Then one day... I texted her by mistake. I thought I sent you but didn't... then things got serious... she became a friend. A constant. And I didn't even realize when everything... everything got too much...)

He was trying so hard to explain, to make it make sense.

But his mother raised her hand gently, stopping him mid-sentence.

"Bas, Arjun..."

She moved closer, her eyes shining, voice soft. "Mujhe samajh aata hai."

(I understand it.)

She reached up, cupping his face the same way she did when he was a child with scraped knees and broken pride.

"Kaash papa bhi mil paate..." he whispered, voice breaking all over again, eyes wet.

(I wish papa could meet her too...)

She nodded, her own chest tightening. "Main hoon na... Maa bhi... aur ab se Papa bhi."

(I am there... mother and also... and from now on, father too.)

She kissed his forehead.

"Waise bhi, kitna lucky hai tu. Kitni saari yaadein hai tere paas unki...  chaubees saal ache toh guzaare tumne unke saath."

(Anyway, you are so lucky. You have so many memories of him... you spent 24 good years with him.)

Her voice trembled now, but she didn't cry. Not yet.

"Mere liye... meri aadhi zindagi chali gayi, beta... baaki aadhi yaadon mein nikal jaayegi... khoobsurat yaadon mein. tere paas bhi unki kami nahi hai."

(For me... I have lived half of my life, beta... the other half will be spent in memories... beautiful memories. You too have no shortage of them.)

"Aur kabhi zarurat padi bhi..."

(And if it is needed...)

She looked over at Mira, who was standing a little back, wiping her silent tears.

"Hum banayenge sab kuch. Hum teenon banayenge..."

(We will make everything. The three of us will make it...)

She extended her hand toward Mira — a soft gesture, full of understanding, love, and silent approval.

Mira walked forward slowly, overwhelmed.

The three of them came together, arms wrapping around each other.

And just when Mira thought her heart couldn't take any more, Arjun's mother — with a slight chuckle buried in her tears — whispered,

"Waise... Iske papa ko tum acchi lagti..."

(By the way... his father would have liked you...)

A soft, sudden sob escaped Mira's lips, unguarded and real.

Arjun let out a broken laugh through his tears, pulling both women closer.

They didn't speak more. They didn't have to.

Three broken pieces.

One shared loss.

But somehow, in that moment, with memory, love, and presence — they were whole again.

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Author's Note:

Three broken pieces. One shared loss.
But healing, maybe, starts just like this — quietly, painfully, and together.

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