CHAPTER41[SECRET REVEALED] PART 2
Her mother continued speaking, her voice heavy with old memories.
“Lekin tere dad ne kuch nahi bola…”
(But your father never said anything…)
“Main aakhri waqt tak ghar walon ko manati rahi…”
(I kept trying to convince my family till the very end…)
“Par kisi ne meri ek nahi suni.”
(But nobody listened to me.)
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“Phir hum dono ki shaadi ho gayi.”
(Then we got married.)
Aarohi stayed silent.
Her mother lowered her eyes.
“Main khush nahi thi…”
(I wasn’t happy…)
“Haan… tere dad mujhe pasand the…”
(Yes… I did like your father…)
“Par sirf ek dost ki tarah.”
(But only as a friend.)
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Her expression slowly turned bitter.
“Lekin unki uss harkat ke baad…”
(But after what he did…)
“Mujhe unse nafrat hone lagi thi.”
(I started hating him.)
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Aarohi frowned slightly.
Something about all this felt strange.
Too strange.
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Her mother continued—
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Aarohi quietly listened.
For the first time in years—
she was hearing a story she never knew existed.
And somewhere deep inside—
her hatred, confusion, and pain were slowly mixing together.
“Main hamesha tere dad ko bura bolti thi…”
(I always treated your father badly…)
“Par unhone kabhi mujhe kuch nahi kaha.”
(But he never said anything to me.)
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“Phir saat saal…”
(Then for seven years…)
“Maine aise hi guzare.”
(I lived like that.)
“Bas ek zimmedari ki tarah.”
(Just like a responsibility.)
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Her eyes looked distant.
Broken by memories.
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“Uske baad mujhe pata chala…”
(After that, I found out…)
“Ki Mr. Mehra wapas aa gaye hain.”
(That Mr. Mehra had returned.)
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Aarohi stayed frozen.
Her mother continued slowly—
“Hum dono mile…”
(We met again…)
“Maine unhe sab kuch samjhaya…”
(I explained everything to him…)
“Par wo maan nahi rahe the.”
(But he wouldn’t accept it.)
“Maine unhe bohot manaya…”
(I convinced him a lot…)
“Kyunki main unse pyaar karti thi.”
(Because I loved him.)
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“Phir hum dobara milne lage…”
(Then we started meeting again…)
“Ek dusre se chup chup kar.”
(Secretly.)
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“Is tarah aur chaar saal beet gaye.”
(Four more years passed like that.)
“Us waqt…”
“Tu pandrah saal ki thi.”
(You were fifteen at that time.)
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Aarohi suddenly frowned.
Wait.
Something didn’t make sense.
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“Agar shaadi ko sirf gyarah saal hue the…”
(If the marriage had only been eleven years…)
“Toh main pandrah saal ki kaise ho sakti thi?”
(Then how could I be fifteen years old?)
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Her mother’s expression changed instantly.
Fear.
Guilt.
Pain.
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“Iske peeche bhi ek bada raaz hai…”
(There’s another big truth behind that too…)
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But Aarohi had already lost patience.
Her voice turned sharp.
“Mujhe bas ek baat bataiye…”
(Just tell me one thing…)
“Mere dad ko kisne maara?”
(Who killed my father?)
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Silence.
Dead silence.
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Her mother slowly lowered her eyes.
Hands trembling.
Tears falling continuously.
And then—
in a broken voice—
“Haan…”
(Yes…)
“Maine…”
(I…)
“Aur Mr. Mehra ne…”
(And Mr. Mehra…)
“Tere dad ko maara hai.”
(Killed your father.)
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The world stopped.
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Aarohi’s breath hitched.
Her mind went blank.
As if someone had pulled the ground beneath her feet.
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No.
No… this wasn’t possible.
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Her own mother?
The woman who gave birth to her—
killed her father?
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Aarohi stood up instantly.
Her chair pushed back loudly.
Her entire body was shaking with rage.
“Aapne…”
(You…)
“Mere dad ko maara?”
(Killed my dad?)
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Tears rolled down her cheeks.
But this time—
they weren’t tears of pain.
They were tears of hatred.
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For the first time in her life—
Aarohi felt disgusted looking at her own mother.
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