Mahira's pov.
It's been 5 days.
5 days and I'm still at the same place, outside of that Temple.
And the funny thing is i look like a beggar, because i sit beside them, and look at those privileged people that pass by.
Iam famished at this point but my inner self isn't letting me beg.
I can't beg, i have never done that.
But my stomach doesn't understand this.
I can't go inside the temple, i have absolutely lost faith in God. I even wonder if he is real or not.
If he is real then he must hate me, or else someone can't be this much cruel.
They come daily to meet me, to talk to me, to take me back home, correction, their home.
Iam also dying to talk to them but their betrayal is still fresh, it still wrench my heart everytime i think about it.
But i have decided that I have to talk to them, i have to close this matter forever. I can't ignore them much longer.
I was lost in my thoughts until i see Ivaan bhai coming towards my direction.
HE IS NOT YOUR BHAI- my subconscious mind says.
He comes daily, at this time and go back defeated.
He comes towards me and drags me to car.
I tried to get out of his grip but he is stronger than me.
He pushes me in his car and locks the door.
"What is wrong with you? Unlock the door". I yell at him.
But he ignores me and starts to drive.
"Stop the car damnit". I yell again.
But he again ignores me.
"I FUCKING SAID TO STOP THE CAR". I yell again.
But he kept on ignoring me and focused on the driving.
After some minutes we were Infront of that haveli.
The haveli that i left 5 days ago.
I can't.........go inside. I don't want to.
All her words started to run in my mind again.
I feel like a looser standing outside of this haveli.
This haveli just buried me alive in my own fears.
This haveli took away all my dreams and hopes.
"I want to go back........please". I plead Infront of him.
"Please just come inside.......for once, or maybe for the last time". He says slowly with tears in his eyes.
"I-I don't feel good, I............ I can't breathe". I stammer and fall on the ground.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
"Look at me, please, look into my eyes". He says holding my arms.
"Breathe, count. Count with me".
"One". He says.
"O-One". I say struggling.
"Two".
"...........Tw-o".
"Three".
"Three".
"Four".
"Fou-r".
"Five".
"Fi-Five". I say.
"Now take a deep breathe". He says calmly.
I just breathe, ignoring all my thoughts, i try to breathe.
"And breathe out". He says.
And i do exactly he says.
We repeat this for sometime until i feel okay.
"I know, we are wrong. But please, listen to us. Just for once. Please come inside". He says and i just look at him.
I don't know what to do.
We have to talk about this or else we all will never move on from this.
It's okay Mahi- whatever your name is".
Let's do this, for the last time.
"Okay". I say looking down.
I just follow him inside and i stop when he stops.
I hear a voice, one of the voice i missed the most in these five days.
Mr. Devansh Chaudhary.
I can't call him dad anymore. He is not my father.
"Mahira". He says, but there was alot of pain in his voice.
I don't say anything and proceeds to look down.
"Please look at us bacha". Mrs. Sarasvati Chaudhary says.
I don't.
"Mahira we are sorry". Ahaan says breaking down.
That's when i look up.
That's when i see everyone standing there. Everyone means Chaudaries, Malhotras and Aroras.
"Look at your condition bacha, what have you done to yourself?". Armaan says coming towards me and embraces me in a warm hug.
I missed it the most.
I missed him the most.
I don't push him or anything. I just stand there, like an Statue.
I don't want to pull away, i want to stay like this, forever.
But he pulls away and tears run down my cheeks for the first time after that night.
"We are really sorry". Mr. Chaudary says.
"What your sorry is gonna do?". I speak looking at him.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOUR SORRY IS GONNA DO? IS IT GONNA GET ME BACK MY MEMORIES? IS IT GONNA STOP MY HEART FROM BREAKING INTO PIECES? IS IT GONNA HEAL EVERYTHING INSIDE ME? WHAT YOUR SORRY IS GONNA DO?". I lash out at him.
While tears made their way down my cheeks.
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW I FELT WHEN I GOT TO KNOW THAT MY FAMILY ISN'T MINE? MY FATHER, MY MOTHER, MY BROTHERS, MY FRIENDS, MY HOME, NOTHING IS MINE. I WAS NEVER A DAUGHTER BUT A RESPONSIBILITY. DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW? I HATE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND YOUR FACES MAKES ME WANNA HATE YOU EVEN MORE".
"I WANNA HATE YOU EVEN MORE". I yell and fall on the ground while crying my heart out.
"I'm tired.......". I say between my sobs.
"I want to sleep.........".
"For- forever". I sob and then i just feel light disappearing Infront of my eyes.
My mind taking me to dark.
I fall unconscious.
Kairav's pov.
I can't see her in this condition. She looks devastated.
The doctor came to check her some time before and said that she fell unconscious because of low sugar level and stress.
She has not been eating anything for past days that's why her sugar level went extremely low.
He prescribed some medicines and proper rest.
She is still unconscious but doctor said she'll get up eventually after some hours.
I hate myself so much for hiding all of this.
I knew it but still hid it from her.
But i hate that Mahira even more.
She once again ruined everyone's life just because of her envy.
She ruined everything once again.
That time it was me and someone else, this time it's me and my angry bird. She ruined both. of our lives.
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Timeskip.
Mahira's pov.
My eyes adjust to the sudden light and i was in that room.
How did i end up here? I was in the hall and i........
I don't remember anything.
I just remember feeling darkness Infront of my eyes.
I try to get up but Mrs. Chaudary stops me while coming into the room.
"Stop, you need to rest". She says.
"I want to go back". I whisper.
"Go back where? To that Street? Look at your condition. I know you are hurt but why are you punishing yourself?". She says and i stay silent.
"Eat this and rest for a while, your body needs to recover". She says abd go outside of the room.
I look at the food and my stomach makes growls.
I'm angry at them but my stomach isn't.
I need food to survive.
Even if I don't want to survive , i have no other option.
So i just devour the food and place the plate on the side table and get up to look at myself in the mirror.
I didn't lie when i said i look like a beggar, i seriously do.
My hairs all messed up.
My dress is torn and dirty.
My face is dull because of the dirt and sunshine.
My hands are all dry and pale.
My whole body is pale.
I just pick up a comb and start unknotting the knots in my hairs slowly.
After my hairs, i go to the washroom and take a shower and change into a sweatshirt and sweatpants.
I apply sunscreen and make a ponytail and i walk to Ivaan's room.
More like Ivaan's and bhabhi's room.
They had to get married because of the auspicious time.
And i hate that their wedding got ruined because of me.
I knock on the door and Natasha opens the door.
"Mahira? Please come inside". She says and i walk inside with a numb expression on my face.
"Where is Mr. Ivaan?". I ask her.
"He is in the washroom, stay here. He'll just come outside in a minute". She says and walks to the washroom door.
"Ivaan, Mahira is here". She says and I no more hear the shower sound.
After some minutes he comes outside in a tee-shirt and shorts that he usually wears when he is in the home.
"Mahira, do you need something? Are you okay? Are you feeling better? Do you still feel weakness in your body? Did you take your medicines?". He bombards with alot of questions.
"I'm sorry Mr. Ivaan but i would prefer you not calling me Mahira". I say politely and he stops talking abd his expression changes into painful one.
Maybe because i Called him Mr. Ivaan and not bhaii.
"And i need your help for the last time". I say.
"What do you want? I can give you anything you ask for. Even my life". He says.
"I need money". I say.
"We have a account registered in the bank on your name Mahira, you can take as much money as you want from that account". He says.
"That's not my money, it's for your sister and I'm bot your sister". I say and tear well up in his eyes.
Stay strong bhaii, how will i leave if you do this?
I can't ignore the fact that they were once my brother.
"How much money do you want?". He asks.
"Enough to book a flight for USA. I can't live here any longer. I want to move on from this, i want to live my life, i want to live for me". I say and he says.
"I won't stop you from going there, because i know sometimes all you need is yourself. But promise me that you'll complete your studies there, and you'll Become a better person. A person who is not afraid to take stand for themselves whenever needed, I'll pay all your fees, you just have to study there". He says.
"But-". He cuts me off.
"I know you don't want to take my favour but you can pay me back when you'll be able to, but please don't say no". He says.
"Okay". I say and he smiles.
"Can you book a flight for Tomorrow?". I ask slowly.
I already have my USA visa but i didn't go there because they didn't let me saying it's dangerous out there.
"As you want". He says.
"Can i hug you for the last time?". I ask and he quickly engulfs me in a hug.
"I'll miss you bhaii". I whisper against his cheeks while crying my heart out.
"I'll also miss you so much. I'm so sorry mahi-". He stops.
"Call me Arvi". I say.
"Arvi?". He asks.
"I've always loved this name. Arvi, now i can name myself". I say and smile through my tears.
"I'm Sorry Arvi". He says and pulls me even closer.
I pull away and say.
"I'll go backa and pack, and yes please don't tell anyone where iam going, just say that iam leaving". I say and he nods slowly.
I look at Natasha dii who had tears in her eyes.
I also hug her for the last time and say.
"Happy married life, bhaii and bhabhi". I say and they both smile.
I leave their room and walk to my room.