" No.. no please leave my baby! " His wife pleaded holding his leg and he pushed her away making her fall near Aryaman. " Aryman get up please.. see he is killing our baby! " She requested shaking her husband who was covered with blood.

" YOUR HUSBAND DESERVED THIS! " He yelled at her making her flinch while the 7 year old boy hid under the bed being scared. " No.. how could you do this? Don't you have a wife? " Sje shouted caressing her husband's forehead crying bitterly.

His eyes soften a bit seeing her as it reminded him of his Nandini. " YES I HAD A WIFE AND SHE WAS PREGNANT BUT YOUR HUSBAND KILLED HER! " She gaped at him and shook her head as more tears fell from her eyes.

" No you are lying! He will never do this! " She assured him or her she didn't know. " Manik she is speaking alot. End her game! " His cousin Andrew suggested him as he came back from Italy after knowing what happened with his sister-in-law.

" Kill me but please leave my baby! " Manik kept on thinking for this when Andrew shooted her and his head snapped in his direction. " What did you do? " He questioned staring at his younger brother and he smirked.

" Big bro. This is what called revenge. He had to pay for this for doing this with Sissy. " He kicked Aryaman on his chest making him roll over. He was indeed very possessive for her as she had cared for him like a small brother.

He had lost his mother at a very young age which made him miss her even more as she treated him like her son. He did not cry for her, he didn't as it has been her wish to never cry for her when she dies but to miss her when she dies.

" Now end him. " He eyed the legs which came out of the bed because of the small sizs handing him the gun as he sat on the chair. He slowly took steps and kneeled down and looked under the bed.

" Andhere ko andhera nahi sirf roshni mita sakti hai. Nafrat ko nafrat nahi sirf pyaar hi mita sakta hai. "

" Voh aath saal ka baccha jo darr kar bistar ke niche chup gaya tha, aaj tak wahi hai. Use bass zaroorat hai kisi ke haath ke, kisi ke sahare ki. Jo use kheech kar bahar le aaye. "

He was the 8 year old boy who used to hide under the bed when his father used to beat his mother. Her words rang in his mind when he kep the gun down and slowly forwarded his hand towards the boy.

He stared at him when he smiled and he slowly kept his hand on his. Manik smiled as tears flowed down his eyes remembering his child.

Shoot!

His hand left his as his body hit the ground and he stared blankly at he ceiling gasping for breath. His every memory from childhood to his parent hood played in front of him and he smiled rememberinf his moments with Nandini.

" Ha ha.. Manik I love you! "
" Manan is forever Hamesha. "

He smiled weakly staring up when he murmured. " I am coming Nandini. "

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