Dushyant was pacing around his room in worry.

'yeh phone kyun nahi utha rahi hai! Ishita, kahan ho tum?' he thought, only to find his answer in front of his eyes, when he turned to find his wife who had just entered the room.

'ishita, thank god tum aa gayi, kahan thi tum!' he exclaimed, mad at her yet relieved to see her.

But ishita, was too busy pondering over her thoughts, as she did not respond to him, only for him to think it is because she's still mad at him.

'ishita, i'm really sorry maine aise baat ki tumse, main...main, pata nahi kya hojata hai mujhe gusse mein...control karneki koshish karta hoon khudh ko, lekin..' dushyant expressed his guilt, only to no avail.

'ishita, kuch toh bolo, arre naraaz ho toh gussa karlo, cheek lo, chila lo, chaho toh, chaho toh, maar bhi lo mujhe, but aise mat karo...' said dushyant helplessly, only for him to realise she might not be mad, but lost.

'ishita?' said dushyant as he shook her to bring her back to earth.

'huh.' Said ishita as she turned to him, and he just glared at her.

'kya hua? Kahan hai dhyaan tumhara?' asked dushyant

'kuch nahi..' said ishita, trying to shrug it off, when dushyant pulled her wrist, causing her to face him.

'ab mujhse bilkul bhi baat nahi karogi?' he asked softly, as his eyes were pleading for forgiveness.

Ishita felt a pinch in her heart, as she felt so bad that he thought she's mad at him, when the mess that was going on in her head, had nothing to do with him.

'aisi koi baat nahi hai...' she was starting to explain when he intervened,

'yaar ishita seriously, i'm very sorry, pata nahi kya ho gaya tha mujhe uss waqt...'

'aapko sach mein bache nahi chahiye?' asked ishita as she was reminded of their argument.

'ishita...'

'dushyant, aisa kya reason hai ki aapko bache nahi chahiye?' asked ishita, as she realised it was true, he really did not want kids.

Dushyant gazed at her helplessly as he did not know how to express these complicated feelings of his.

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Kavin stopped his car in front of purvi's house as she signalled that they had finally reached.

She looked at him, knowing she should say bye, but not at all feeling like doing so. While he was much happier simply looking at his love's eyes too. But they both knew she had to leave, so she sighed as she was about to step out, when she stopped and turned to him.

'toh, ab, baat karun mummy se, shaadi ki?' asked purvi.

'pehle mujhe nahi baat karni chahiye apni mummy se?' suggested kavin.

'arre pehle kaun batayein kya farak padta hai! Batana toh padega hi..'

'unless hum bhaag ke shaadi karle!' joked kavin as he passed a light chuckle and purvi just glared at him, but couldn't help but smile at that face, how could she be mad at him...

'saath mein baatayein?' said purvi as kavin nodded in agreement.

'haan, ab bacha dono ka, maayein dono ki, unke krodh ke prakoop se jaan bhi hum dono ki hi jaani chahiye...sahi hai...' remarked kavin, as purvi just glanced at him before they both bursted into laughter.

'bye..' she said as she playfully hit his arm and stepped out of the car still laughing.

'bye.' He said as he drove away.

                                                                   ***

'ishita, trust me, main ek bacha deserve nahi karta...' he said as he looked away, as she grew more puzzled.

'dushyant, aap kaisi baatein kar rahe hain?' asked ishita, as he was walking away from her.

'kuch hai ishita, mere barein mein joh tumhe nahi pata, in fact kisko nahi pata, kyunki agar pata hota toh you would know, i can't have somebody rely on me...' he said, as he was choking up a little.

'aisa kya hai, dushyant, aap mujhe bataiye toh..' said ishita as she came in front of him.

He looked at her, hesitant to tell her the truth, but some part of him found the strength to do so, the same part that made him trust her, the same part that made him fall in love with her.

'uss din main Bangalore se ghar aane waala tha chutiyon ke liye, main surprise karna chahta tha papa ko, toh unhe bina baataye, airport se seedha unke office chala gaya..'

Flashback:

Dushyant, who had just stepped out of his cab, was about to enter the office when he was suddenly interrupted by one of his father's friends.

'arre, dushyant, tu kab aaya Bangalore se?'

'arre , ahuja uncle,bas aaj hi aaya hoon chuttiyon ke liye, par papa ko bataya nahi, socha surprise dunga!' dushyant responded excitedly.

'acha, chal phir, main bhi jaa hi raha tha uske paas, mahina ho gaya, banda gayab hi rehta hai lunch break ke dauran...' said mr ahuja as he walked to mr khanna's office, only for dushyant to open the door to a surprise for him.

His dad was hugging a woman from the back, it was not his mom, and her shy giggling, with his dad's flirtatious one, made this surprise, an unpleasant one.

'dushyant!' exclaimed his shocked dad as dushyant just walked away, disgusted by his father.

His father followed him in panic, trying to get hold of his son.

'dushyant, meri baat toh sun! Tujhe jaisa lag raha hai, waisa kuch nahi hai...' explained mr khanna, as dushyant just rolled his eyes.

'dad, you are unbelievable! Aap kaise karsakte ho aisa mom ke saath?' asked an enraged dushyant.

'dushyant meri baat samajhne ki koshish kar...'

'dad jo mujhe dekh kar samajh aaya na, wahi kaafi hai...' he said as he left, and catched an auto to reach home.

                                                                ***

Dushyant is enraged in the auto, the image of him with that lady was inescapable from his head. Suddenly, his phone rang from and the screen flashed his dad's name, he picked it up, as he yelled,

'kya hai!'

'dushyant , ahuja uncle bol raha hoon, beta, tere papa ka accident ho gaya hai. Hum usse city hospital leke jaa rahe hain, teri maa aur kavin ko bhi maine phone kardiya hai, tu bas aa ja beta...'

Dushyant felt like as his world had collapsed. He was numb, didn't know what to feel or what we has supposed to feel...but he knew he should go to see his father, after all, kavin and his mom will be needing him there, he could go just for them.

'bhaiya, aap zara city hospital ki taraf ghuma sakte hai, please.' requested dushyant, slightly chocked and teary-eyed.

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He reached the hospital, only to find mrs khanna and kavin were still on their way. He found himself to be still worried for his father, it pulled him to go see him, but he regretted opening the door.

'tum!' he yelled at the same lady from the office, who had held his father's hand and was crying beside him, while he was lying unconscious.

He was furious, at that moment, he marched towards his father as he screamed in fury to his unconscious father,

'i hope you die!'

And soon he stormed out of there.

                                                          ***

'uss din bahaut gussa aa raha tha papa pe, toh na ghar gaya na hospital bhaut der tak. But woh meri sabse badi galti nikli, mere jaane ke kuch hi der baad dad ne dum tod diya...mom ko toh iss sadme ke kaaran ek heart attack bhi ho gaya, and yeh sab kavin ne akele face kiya, all because of the fact that i couldn't let go of my anger...' he said regretfully, as the last time he saw his dad flashed in front of his eyes.

i even missed his funeral, aur aaj tak mujhe yeh baat satati hai, ki agar, thoda gusse pe kaabo kiya hota, toh mere papa yeh soch ke na marte ki i hate him...' he said as tears were starting roll out of his eyes, as he started to choke up when he said,

'when i really loved him...'

he couldn't hold it in now, as the tears were flowing continously and they were not stopping soon.