Aara!

Chapter 20

It's a day before marriage and it's going to be a Christian marriage. It's a demand from Takishimas because both Aarav and his father are unaware of the Indian marriage traditions. So, I'll be wearing a white gown instead of Indian bridal lehenga.

The gown is already in front of me. Right now the dummy is wearing it but I can already imagine myself in it. I wish Divisha could be here but I know she's watching me from heaven.

God! Since these Takishimas came into my life, I am getting emotional day by day!

"Aara, dear please can you just post this letter to your aunt through speed post?" mom asked.

"Yeah, sure." I replied.

Today clouds are gray and cold wind is blowing. I checked both ways and almost crossed the road, just as I felt something coming at me.

An hour later............

I can hear my mom and dad sobbing. Aarav is trying to wake me up. My head hurts, blood is dripping. I am hemorrhaging!

"Mrs. Acharya, how'd this happen?" Aarav asked in agony.

My mom is still sobbing, she is unable to speak anything. I think I am on a stretcher.

"Dear tell us!" dad demanded.

"She was hit by a car!" as soon as she said that, she started sobbing again.

"Aara! Aara! Wake up! Darling! Wake up!" Aarav cried out.

I can see him now but it's more like a hallucination. He's completely pale as if his worst nightmare is happening. Maybe it is.

"Okay, she's .........she's here now! Aara! Stay with me, Baby! Everything's gonna be alright. Okay!"

"No....... I need to go.........I'm sorry.......uh.......I.....do not have the strength........I have to let it go." I said gasping in between.

"NO! Baby you have to stay! Our marriage! Our future!" as he said those words, tears came streaming down his face.

"I know it is hard............but you'll be alright." I said with despair.

"No! No! No!." he roared in desperation as I closed my eyes.

Somehow, now I feel peaceful, all I ever wanted was peace and when I got it, I don't want it. I don't know how it turned

out like this and why it's happening?

I can still hear them crying and calling out to me.

Maybe I enjoyed my life in this short period because I didn't have much time. I wish I could've met Aarav, Vivaan, Jaina and Trisha a little bit earlier. I wish I wouldn't have isolated myself. I wish I would've been an extrovert. I wish I wouldn't have said no to photographs. I wish I would've spent more time with my parents.

Regrets are always there and at last on our death bed or in my case on a death stretcher, all we can do is wish for the things that we wanted to happen.

We struggle so much in our lives just to see this day.

Maybe i and my best friend were supposed to end like this.

It is rightly said –

'Boys cry, cigarettes do kill, parents lie, boats sink, flowers die but life goes on with or without you.'

These are the sad facts that come along with existing.