Part 2

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"You enjoy this always. Putting me under stress because of your health. Right?"

"You care? No right? Then why would I do anything for you?"

"Of course."

Shravan puts her in the backseat in his arms and Pushkar takes driving seat while Aditya took the passenger seat at front. She was looking at him with so much love as if taking him in for her afterlife.

"Shravan! I'm sorry."

"What?Why?"

"Let me speak today at least. Cough cough Shravan I tried to contact you for ten years but can't. First my guilt wouldn't let me and then the thought you might be happy there and because of me you'll be sad again. And then came the fear of rejection. It has lived with me since my parents died. One more thing. I didn't want to push you away but I was asked to. And Hey! Aditya remember I told you I can never love you. Yeah that's because I don't have a heart. You were right Shravan I don't have a heart because someone took it with him a years ago. He never came back. I can't do anything to bring him back. It was me who sent him away. I ...cough I lied. I faked insulting him. I hurt him so that he leaves me and goes away to make a good future out of his broken life. But he never returned. He never came. Never."

She closed her eyes while Shravan kept patting her cheeks and called her but she lost consciousness. May be she was clear of her confessions for this life thus was content enough to lose conscious. In a few minutes Shravan had asked Pushkar to fasten but time wasn't in his hands. Finally Pushkar stopped at hospital and Aditya ran to get a stretcher for her but Shravan had already taken her in arms and carried inside. They got an emergency doctor and told him she took in poison eight hours ago.

Doctors took her in and tried to wake her but may be it was to late. She was taken inside the ward and began treatment because though low she still had her pulse.

Around ten minutes later all the family people reached there and found the three boys completely distressed. Shravan's kurta was all bloodied and Ramnath could see him in the state as when Suman was hurt in accident. He slowly went near him and put his hand on his shoulder. Feeling the touch, Shravan got up. He looked for Nirmala and saw her with Aditya comforting him. He smiled sarcastically.

"When you had already asked me to stay away from 'your' son's happiness then what was the need to force Sumo to ignore me? Weren't you satisfied enough? Oh of course you don't get satisfaction from pain of one you wanted one more person to go through some pain. Sadistic woman. I should have known." Shravan said to Nirmala.

"Just shut your bloody mouth Shravan. And dare say another word about my mother." Aditya got up angrily and warned Shravan. But he too was scared to see the Shravan today. He wasn't normal. There was as if devil in his body.

"Right your mother. I used to think woman who gives birth to you is your mother but mothers nowadays runaway after giving birth. Kalyug after all. Sorry mother of Aditya Ahuja."

"Shravu! Listen..."

"You lost the right to call me that when you ran away."

"Shravan, it wasn't her this time."

"Papa!"

"I asked Suman to stay away from you. In exchange of happy marriage of Preeti and Pushkar. Its all my fault."

"I asked you Papa. You could have told me to do that. You know I wouldn't go against you. Still you went behind my back to threaten her. And you quite cleverly used her selfish sister and so called selfish and idiotic blood sucker family. You guys here. Sorry if I hurt you but lawyers tend to speak truth at times. By the way a good news Mamiji, she made all her confessions and cleared her debts before losing conscious. Don't worry those doctors can't do anything. She will die today. Congratulations Nanaji finally rid a burden on your old shoulders. If you could don't touch her dead body till I come back. At least that much right I can have. Right Papa?"

Before anyone could say anything he left.

A/n:- short update I know. But online classes ke beech thoda hi time milta hai. Enjoy. But don't forget to comment inline. Its the motivation to write more.

Love,
Zindagi

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