NO TIME FOR LOVE (SANDY)

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 28

Anjali and her friends, Khushi's friends were singing songs dancing. Khushi was quiet, she don't know who she should feel about this anymore. She was getting married to man whom she loved once in her may be she still love him somewhere but she don't want to acknowledge that anymore not now atleast. At the moment she just want her Aryan to get well so she can go away from him, his world starts new life with her Aryan and other baby.

Khushi...She heard soft warmth filled voice. A touch on her shoulder a familiar touch, a touch she can recognise in million touches. Her body started shooking with her mifled sobs, Her adam's apple shook. Her breaths were shallow.

Khushi my Child, Mother mary called her,Sorry there is no Khushi here the one you are looking for. Khushi turn her back to her.

No my child please!!! mother mary cried.Khushi didn't spoke this time. Mother mary took the chance and came near her. She put her hand on her shoulder. Khushi flinched at her touch move away.
Maam i am sorry I don't ...ha..ve...any.mo...moth..er I...m orphan. She said orphan in cold & firm tone. Not just Mother Mary's heart went out for her but Anjali, Sia and Arnav's heart to went out for her. Arnav close distance between them but Anjali held him back shooking her head not to go near her.

Mother Mary sobbed and hugged her tightly Don't say this please my Child don't say this...i know no one supported you when you needed us all. She felt tug at heart when Khushi didn't hugged her back she continue with broken heart. Nothing can heal your deep wounds...No sorry can rectify our mistakes...our tears won't be enough to pacify you. I just want to tell you my child...We love you we still love you...we wish betterment for you. I just came here to wish you luck...I just want to give you my warm wishes...i wanted you to get married at our orphanage but i guess we lost our right to express our wishes for you. I am sorry Khushi...I am sorry my baby. Mother mary whispered softly in her ears.

Khushi missed this warmth, this caring voice, this embrace. She was 5 years old when she lost her parents. She pictured her mother in form of mother mary, and father as father Decosta. She wanted this warmth she badly needed this warmth to seep into her. She hugged her back tightly.

Sia came to their side, now Mother don't make my bahu cry, she doesn't look good crying. Both pulled apart mother smiled at Sia nodded.

So lets start Mehndi and Sangeet then. Sia lead Khushi towards Mehndi artist.loud music and songs being played. Khushi was looking at her hands. Mehndi long back she gave up that she'll get to see this day when her hands will be adored with mehndi of someone's name.
What's the name of your groom? Mehndi Artist asked ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA, Khushi was about to speak but ofcourse how can she speak when alimighty Raizada is there can she??? Khushi nodded at artist muttered unfortunately to herself.
I guess i heard that Khushi. Arnav said cocking his brow at Khushi. Really she said in mocking amusement, Why am i not surprised. Khushi shook her head and look back at her hands. He sat beside her. Mehndi artist left to Anjali after completing her mehndi.
Nice mehndi Khushi let see how color turn out, You know what mom say's if brides's mehndi color is dark...Khushi cut in, I know you don't need to tell me, Infact i don't believe in these so its waste of time think about all these stupid rituals. Khushi said hurriedly not meeting his eyes. Arnav chose to keep quiet.