KAIRA FF: ♡♡ PYAAR KE LIYE ♡♡[✔]

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NAIRA'S POV

I was sitting in my bedroom. In my own house. Trust me, it has been seven hours since I left Kartik and I can't stop thinking about him. I can't stop thinking about the kids....those people had become my lifeline. I miss them so much already.

I miss Ahana's cute antics, her stupid wedding dream, Sahil's laugh and his pranks, Aatish's caring side for me, Siya's stubbornness, her tantrums and Pammi Aunty's PJ's.

Thinking about them always brings a smile to my face....they are my family....

And of course Kartik.....I miss everything about him. Come on man...he's my Nobita. How can this doraemon live without her Nobita??😥😥

There was a knock on my door.

"Di...can I come in?", Mishti, my younger sister knocked at the door.

"Yes", I replied as I wiped the tears off my face.

Mishti walked in and threw herself on my bed.

"Bro....slowly. I don't want this bed to break", I said as I helped her sit.

She looked at me.

"Yours eyes are wet and puffy", she said scanning my eyes.

"Are they?", I asked her back as I rubbed my eyes.

"I know you're missing them", she came to a conclusion.

I sighed and looked at her.

I can't hide anything from her....

"Yes I am. I mean....I really miss them like extreme level of missing", I blabbered and Mishti smiled at me.

"Why did you leave them then?", she asked looking at me.

"I wanted to move on in life. You know....start a new life", I replied and she narrowed her eyes at me.

"No.....you didn't", Mishti replied.

I looked at her not knowing what to speak.

"You're just doing this for maa papa. Because you've a stupid thing stuck to ur brain that ur just a burden on them and this is the only way you can repay your gratitude to them", Mishti said with her hands on her hips.

"No....its not like that Mish-", I began to say but she interrupted me in between.

"You love Mr. Goenka don't you?", she asked abruptly.

"What are you speaking?", I asked shocked.

"Its simple for an intelligent person like me to make it out as you've been speaking about him continuously since you've come back. Kartik did this....Kartik did that. He liked this....he liked that. You're crazy for him and you're marrying that dumbass aka Abhishek Kashyap under pressure",  Mishti spoke in one go and it was like she could read my mind.

I sighed and cupped her face.

"Yes....I like him", I said and Mishti narrowed her eyes at me.

"Okay....I love him", I corrected my sentence and Mishti nodded.

"But Mishti....trust me things aren't as simple as they seem. I love him and I waited for him to express his feelings...I wanted to know his feelings about me and it came out that he doesn't love me...okay? So I found it pointless to live in that house. Again, I repeat I just want to start things fresh", I explained my point of view and Mishti listened with full interest.

"If you want to start things "fresh" as you say....then keep those things in refrigerator they'll become fresh...why are you marrying that serial lover? Trust me....he's not your type", Mishti explained and I sighed.