Pretoria, South Africa.

A woman in her mid twenties stood on the balcony of her beach house pouch watching as the waves come and go with the memories of the past haunting her.

No matter how much she may says she hate him, she knew her heart will never stop beating for him.

For months she watch tv and surfed the internet for a glimpse of him but nothing.

This sent shivers down her spine as fear took over her but a phone call to a close one was enough to calm her raging heart.

She then knew that he will forever own her heart something she hated herself for.

Her reverie was broken by a tug on her shirt and she looked down at the source, only for her lips to curve into a breathtaking smile. And the little person responsible for that was none other than her cute little baby girl Arshi with a mischievous smile on her face.

She has become hyperactive since she began walking recently, she lifted her hands gesturing khushi to pick her up.

Something Khushi could never refuse and she picked her up and showed her face with kisses which sent the latter into a giggling mess but changed into a cute frown within a few seconds when her attention was finally on her mother's face.

Even though she was still a baby she and her brothers had the ability to sense when their mothers are sad and both mothers knew it.

Without wasting any more time she snaked one arm around her mother's neck, with her head on her shoulder and her other hand on her mother's chest gently patting it.

Khushi also leaned in with her eyes closed and her arms protectively wrapped around her chubby but cute body. Both lost in their own world oblivious of the pair of eyes watching them in happiness and satisfaction as their plan has worked perfectly well.

And they were none other than Shashi, Garima and Payal. Both parent and sister knew why and whom was the reason for her state before Arshi's presence.

They all knew her presence will halt her thinking and immediately sent her to Khushi.

The father, sad for both daughters as they still miss their husbands and knew that the surface hatred they exhibit to the world for them was just to hid the love they feel in their heart.

The mother, full of hatred for HIM and a slight resentment for his brother for making the lives of her daughters miserable and just like her daughters they got blamed for other's mistakes and theirs.

She slapped Khushi not out of hatred but out of hurt that her life maybe ruined like hers when she eloped and got married to Arvind Malik, only for her to find out that he was already a married man with two kids.

The sister, just like her knew what she was going through was just like hers.
No matter how much they may claim to hate their husbands, they both knew their so called hatred was just a facade.

And far from their reality as they say the heart will want, what it wants; and their hearts want their respective husbands. Everyone's reverie was broken by the blabbers of some cute voices,who were blabbering incoherently in their baby language which miraculously they can only understand.

Everyone knew their blabbering with flared nostrils, fuming in anger this time around was because of the lack of attention on them. Such attention seekers, this sent a priceless smile on the latter's faces but a one fuming in anger as her alone moment with her mother was ruined.

She wiggled in her mother arms, gesturing her to put her down and so she did.

She then walked to her moment slayers and glared at them, this shut them up immediately.

A roar of laughter followed afterwards and both mothers moved closer to them and bear hugged them placing multiple kisses on their cheeks which resulted in giggles. Their husbands may have been the biggest nightmares in their lives but they also gave them the best gifts ever.

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Delhi, India.

Shantivan.

Each every member of the once glorious family wallowed in their own guilt. Each one with their own pain.

Nani thinks she is being punished by God for her inability to differentiate between good and bad and in her greed and blind love for her grandkids, Anjali in particular, made her punish the innocent.

Her silence has set a chain of destructive choices made by her daughter in law and grandkids. And to her, her disease is the just punishment for that but beg God to make her see the reunion of her grandsons with their wives before she dies.

Manohar blames his workaholic nature. As if he had been around more often, he would have able to control some of the situations.

Manorama was wallowing in her own guilty for breaking her son's marriage and Arnav's too. Her insecurities made her do the despicable. In her greed to fit into the so called society women, she lost sight of what important, her family but she rather invested her energy in pleasing her so called friends who laughed at her behind her back.

Akash and Arnav only mourned for their loss. Praying to God for a second chance.

Anjali the instigator of all their trouble knew better not to add fire to the fuel. She had decided to make something out of her life. She went in for a ground breaking surgery that enabled her to walk.

Where as NK could only watch all of them wallowing in their guilt.

They all knew their lives will never have any peace or happiness but destiny had other plans in stock for them.

To be continued

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