*The chapter contains some emotional and sensitive things. If you have lost someone and you are unable to endure the pain after reading then please do no read this as I know what it feels to lose someone*

On september 7th 2015, I lost my Nanaji/ Grandpa. He wanted me to be a doctor but I am sad that I couldn't fulfill that wish. His advises that were too precious. Due to this, I was MIA from Wattpad. Some of you who read my message board already know this.

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I didn't know whether I should be awed with the silence and greenery of the place or saddened to realise what place it was. I was confused whether to praise the art work of the structures present or to be upset to know what meaning they held.

Most people at this stage would have considered that their boyfriend, if thats what he is, would take the girl to a beautiful place where a dinner table with romantic candles and rice lights is arranged in the middle of the forest. Just like out of books and movies.

But how did I forget, he was Arnav, a whole mystery from another universe. He always does everything differently.

I still don't know how his brain works and I think I needed to find that out soon.

"Arnav, wh-where are we?" I asked

"A cemetry" He rolled his eyes.

It was hard and scary to be standing infront of a cemetery with fast approaching evening. The more frightening thing was, at the back of mind I knew, this could become a future of one of my loved ones and even me.

"Death is inevitable" but to accept this is scary. Also blame it on all those horror movies and books I read till now.

Should I be happy that it was a Hindu Cemetry, so no chance of zombie popping out to eat me alive? Yay, Aesha! So positive of you!

"And why are we here?" I asked stuttering.

"Come with me" His tone was grave now. He himself was afraid to face something.

He took my hand and led the way forward. We passed by different structures, some looked like temples, some like tomb, some were made of marbles, some from simple cement. All these structures had writing above them with the name of the person for whom these memorials were made.

After walking a while, we reached a structure which was magnificent than others. It was made in Rajasthani style and had a royal look made up of marbles.

I studied it for a moment and then looked back at Arnav. His eyes held unshed tears and he was gazing at one place intensely. I followed his gaze and found a writing on it.

"In loving memory of Aradhna Roy"

Aradhna Roy, I had never heard this name from Arti dee or Arnav. But I had a feeling that she was Arnav's Mother.

"Arnav?" I called softly and squeezed my hands.

He looked back at me and I saw all those sadnesss he had in his eyes like an open window.

"Come" He pulled me with him to sit on the grass beside the memorial.

I didn't speak anything. I wanted to give him time to prepare himself.

After a silence of two or five, he spoke.

"Aradhna Roy, sh-she is my maa" Arnav whispered.

"I guessed"

"I know that" he paused and took a breath" Arti dee has told you about maa and my family"

I nodded.

"To a child, his parents are his world and siblings are just like small angels. Losing a parent is like destroying his entire being. When maa left us, I didn't only lose her but I lost both my parents and my world. Dad was so distant." A tear escaped from his eyes.

I rubbed his arm soothingly "He will come around Arnav. I know he loves his children, he cannot always stay away from his angels" I knew it was true. My heart just knew it.

"I don't care anymore. He is too far gone to come back." His voice held anger.

"Arnav, keep faith" I whispered.

"Faith? How can you expect that from someone who left his two little motherless children to care for themselves! He was never there to wipe our tears or to comfort us when we had nightmares. He made Arti dee and me to grow up before we had to!" He shouted and stood up. He was breathing heavily, reliving all those emotions that turmoiled his heart.

I stood up and took his hands again in mine. "Arnav, no matter how hard it is, you should not hold back these emotions in your heart forever. Time will make you forget it"

He turned back and looked at me "Time? Time will make me forget? You know thats the most ridiculous thing I have always heard. Time doesn't. It just hides away your pain. At the end of the day, the pain is still there, stabbing your heart at the corner."

I remained silent, he needed to vent out all the anger he had kept locked inside.

He remained silent for a while and took breath to calm himself.

"I am sorry Aesha, I-I didn't mean to vent my anger on you" He seemed like a lost puppy to me who was in search of a shelter to have and give some love.

I brought my hands up and placed it on his cheek softly." You can always share whatever is in your heart to me. Don't keep it locked inside. Let it out, Arnav"

"When the person you love is diagnosed with a deadly disease, you pray to god to cure them, to make them healthy. You go to endless possibilities to save them but when all these fails and the pain and suffering takes worst turn, it becomes hard to see them. At that very moment, you pray to god for a totally opposite reason, to release your loved ones from pain. At the start, you ask for cure and at the end you ask for death." He sighed.

His words brought tears to my eyes. He was right. We had gone through the same with Yash mama.

"Its scary to lose them and still at the same moment, you don't want them to have any pain" I whispered with every word having deep meaning.

"Yes, it is. The most comfusing part is whether to be sad to lose them or to be happy to know that they are free of pain.But after everything, you have to let go. The only thing that is left is emotions and memories." He looked deeply in my eyes.

I nodded "Some memories are really beautiful and happy."

"Aesha, why I had brought here was to tell you to be happy for your grandpa. Instead of shedding tears, spend those time to make his life beautiful, to create some haopy memories. You don't know what will happen in future and its out of your control but you have your present. Make every moment of this precious." He wound his arms around me and stared as if I was his sun and he was the moon who embraces the sun.

I nodded. I didn't need words to speak out to tell him how much his advice meant to me. He was someone who lost his mother, he knew the pain much better than me. I know he didn't want me to have regrets.

I placed my head on his chest and hugged him tightly. His shirt soaked my tears. We remained like this for a while, comforting and loving each other.

The sun had set and it was beginning to be dark. Suddenly, all the lights in cemetry turned on. Arnav's maa's memorial had smal lamp like lights around it which glorified its beauty.

"She must have been beautiful" I whispered.

"Yes, she was. Dad loved her so much that even after death he wanted her to be beautiful and loved."

"I know she was beautiful in her heart because her both children have a heart that is so kind and passionate." I explained what I meant.

He smiled "For so many years, I had only one angel, Arti dee but now I have two. I guess, my miracle was you."

"So you are mine" I pecked his cheek lovingly and turned around to stare at Aradhna aunty's memorial.

"Aunty, you have a great son and daughter."

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So thats it for now. I hope you liked it.

I read about the contest for India on Wattpad and I am thinking to take part. I don't know how long this story is going to be. I need to check the total no. of words it has and edit the story.

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