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"You don't need to talk about me right now. This crazy mind wants to know the deepest of the deepest layers of a character, and its path crosses your clear past." he screwed. 

"You want to know, right?" she asked. 

"Right now," he staggered.

"Before you, I had my better half, my non-identical twin Piya. She left me when I was 4, t's rare to have a good section of such early memory, but I have. She was dead.

You and I parted ways, due to my father's work purposes. I was depressed for a few weeks, as you were not there with me. I was hollow deep within. That time, as a brother, Viren, my neighbor, helped me come out of my fears. I felt it strange that I barely had true female friends, but Viren and Darsh never left me behind. 

At the raw age of fourteen, I faced a greater dilemma when my parents died in an accident. My cousin, Vikrant bhai, who was 24 at the time, rushed me to the hospital, and from there, my cancer problem came into notice.

The specialist emphasized the thing that in 5 years, we should get a match for a bone transplant, otherwise, I can lose my life. I lost everyone, Nisha di was not at all the same, the caring person, she was broken. 

As we were orphaned, I and Nisha di left with Vikrant bhai to his home in the US. I lost myself. Vikrant bhai and his family members tried everything to arrange a match, but couldn't. Nisha di was also not a suitable match. Due to medications, I lost my hair. With much difficulty, I got them back, it's a rare thing.

One day, they found the match, when I was already 18. It was Niyati Mehra, who helped me. She didn't come to my notice, as I was under treatment. During the procedure, it was proved that the girl was my twin. 

And, when I came here, yesterday, as I met my oncologist Raghav Randhawa, the father of Aliya Randhawa I got to know all these things. The girl isn't Niyati Mehra, but Nitya Mishra. 

You know my life with Darsh, but do you know what he has done for you? You got your life on the day when I lost it." Priyal breathed heavily, as sweat beads formed on her forehead and face. Aarush tried to hold her, to give her support, as she was on the verge of getting a panic attack.

"Priyu, I have got the sketch," Ruhaan entered into the picture.

"Ruhaan, please..." Priyal stopped Aarush from speaking further. Holding her heavy breath, keeping her hand on her chest, she moved forward, and Ruhaan exhibited the sketch.

Once Aarush saw the sketch, he muttered just a thing, "Nitya,"

"You were right, Priyu. Niyati is Nitya and Nitya is Piya. I sketched Nitya, by the description given by Nitya's adoptive grandmother, and it matched your vague but helpful description for making Piya's sketch when I applied certain techniques of age and age filters." Ruhaan said. 

"Stop saying all this, Priyu and all. She is just Priyal for you." Aarush sniffed. Ruhaan frowned.

Suddenly, Aarush felt a weight on his shoulder, as Priyal leaned in due to the panic attack. Her breath flickered, and it came to a halt. She opened the notepad on her phone and handed it to Aarush.

"Do as mentioned," Priyal said, with difficulty. She surrendered in his arms. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, Aarush kissed away her tears and embraced her. 

When Ruhaan held Priyal's face in his hands, he got up to bring some essentials and started some aiding massage. Aarush's blood boiled. For a minute, he knew what he was going to become, but he was going to create a scandal the next moment.

He did the immediate aid, and offered her some water. She was relaxed, somehow. 

"I think, I should go," Ruhaan said and left. Aarush stared at his retreating figure. He held her face close to his.

"Cancer? Priyal?" he said, as tears leaked from his eyes. 

"Leave me," she pushed him. He looked shockingly towards her. 

"I feel suffocated around you. I hate you," she shouted. 

"You are just mine, you can't hate me because I know you love me," he replied.

"You are obsessed with me, know that, for God's sake. You can't love anyone, you even betray my sister, my Piya. She was your Nitya. Why don't you remember her? Why can't you let me go away from yourself? Don't make me repeat it again- I hate you." she cried.

Aarush opened his mouth to say something when suddenly, Nitya's adoptive grandmother entered the room through her wheelchair.

"You got the life that day when I lost it." Priyal came closer to Aarush, and kept her hand on his heart. 

"Your heart is transplanted, and the donor is my Darsh," she shouted. He opened his eyes in shock, but was left bewildered. 

In Washington,

 "Love, tell me everything. I am here to be your companion, Nisha." Anshul embraced Nisha.

"Piya was always insecure about our parents. She used to believe that Priyal was always loved more by each one of us. When I was 8, and they both were of 4 years, we had once gone to a fair. I had held Piya's hand, but due to the crowd, I lost her. Priyal was shattered. Yes, she was really young, but she had extraordinary consciousness. After Piya, she found home in Aarush. But, what has he become now?" Nisha cried. Anshul patted her back, he was staggered. 

"Not just this, I couldn't be a match for my Pri, for her bone marrow transplant. Yes, she was a cancer patient. When our parents were dead, this 18-year-old girl became carefree, but that 14-year-old Priyal had to handle everything." she said. Anshul couldn't hear any further. He caressed her face, and soothed her pain. 

"Let's watch YJHD today." he cheered her up. She smiled at the mention of her favorite movie.

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Revelations of past coming up. 

Yes, Nitya is Piya, and she was the donor. 

What will the turn of Darsh and Nitya bring for Aarush and, mainly, Priyal?

What will Ruhaan do to create the last disaster in their life. 

Yeah, just 2 updates, and the most adventurous and thrilling ones. 

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Much love, Priya.