"Every family has a story. Welcome to OURS .... "

After our climax done right, here comes the PLOT TWIST ! 

Where you'll get your answers and doubts clarified ;) 

Get ready for shockers ahead ^.^ 

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{ FIVE YEARS LATER .... }

Île de la Cité, Seine | PARIS 

[08 : 12 am , CET]

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[ Alia's POV]

Puffy steam rose from the cup like an eruption of volcano. Or say more like the stream of my thoughts, flowing upwards. Gliding like smokey waves, it caressed the gigantic window from which my eyes have been wandering wild. Haze smeared glass pane stared back at me with curiosity.  

Mind, is a powerful yet bizzare creation. You could possibly think about a million tasks and yet be concentrated on a singular image. Strange, right ?

As strange as my reflexes not reminding me how hot the cup of coffee in my hand had been! 

"Ouch!" 

"Careful !" to my hiss came a toned order from the room across our living room. 

I laughed. Says the one who can't walk a meter without fumbling down. Hubby says he's gone on me. All the embarrassing genes are apparently my generous contribution while my darling husband passed on his perfect, disciplined one's. So what if I've given him my imperfect gene, doesn't that makes him my perfect SonShine ?! 

Our boy of four is a little sunshine mixed with hurricane! Caramel expressive eyes, slender little nose, and an adorable face you can't help but stare! Cheeks that you'd want to pull though we're told to back off by the guy himself. And when my baby smiles, it just fills every pore of my heart like a refreshing rainfall wetting a barren land! 

Messy soft hair that smells just like his dad. And why wouldn't he ? After all our little boss Armaan by looks, has gone exactly on his daddy. Like you could tell whose kid he is! 

We shifted here in Paris, five years ago and life since then has been nothing but a roller coaster. Of course being away from the limelight and it's chaos, does feel amazing but then I miss being on sets. Meeting new faces, facing the camera, surrendering myself completely to my character, playing out so many lives, watching myself on the silver screen, doing dress up, attending high end parties and posh functions, going for promotions, delivering award speeches, live performance on stage, fans and colleagues cheering for me .... 

Agh! 

I miss them ...

I miss Him !

Days when I'd cocoon up in a corner of our room, sobbing my heart out remembering my family. But ensuring I have my mouth covered. If my husband or our baby hears, they'd go insane. Sometimes I'd sit alone in our balcony and just stare idly at the tower of eiffel, that's visible in a tiny form from our place. And reminisce the days of joy, the fun we had as a larger than life group, our priviledge, parents, my siblings ... even the media members. Those were the days!

I've pretty much learnt the art of masking my emotions well from them. I try not to break in front of them. We've stopped watching Bollywood movies or catching up on any news related to the industry or it's folks. It was our combined decision to detach ourselves completely from everything related to that sphere. We have no clue about the lives we've left behind. No idea about our friends, their movies, how well they fared or how bad they fell, who got married or whose getting engaged first. 

We thought it was wise enough to forget what's behind and move on with a fresh memory and perspective. 

It's been five years since we shifted here in Paris. I remember being absolutely clueless as to where we would head from the airport. Somehow I landed up here, in the city of romance. Got married to the most wonderful human God could ever create. It was an intimate, register affair. Soon after we settled in the most serene locale - Siene. An year later I conceived our Addu, we call him with love. Five years of tranquility and love. 

Every desire of my heart has been fulfilled. Every prayer answered. 

Heart chants so. 

But then you feel something is being missed. Like a thread missing from a vibrant yarn, ready to wove intricate patters. Like the breeze accompanying the stars gazing down at you. Like the chime of birds chirping as the sun rises or sets. Like a puzzle being misplaced. Like something extremely dear to your core, being absent. 

But my hubby and now our baby, never made me ponder over the absence. They made sure to keep me the center of their lives. Their sole priority being to keep me happy, all the time. Glowing and blossoming. Expecially my jaan, my King. He has spoiled us rotten. We couldn't ask for a better husband or dadda than him! God has been kind so far. 

"Mumma, brushie!" 

Cheeky monkey came up to me with his toothly grin. Even though he can speak more profoundly now that he's in his play school, he absolutely loves to talk kiddish with us. I don't promote it all the time but some days it just makes you feel so warm and magical. Makes you feel like a kid yourself. Jaan says he's a sweet reminder of our childhood. 

"Yes baby. Let's go brushie. You get your weapon, I'll be back from kitchen, okay ?" messing his hair, I went into the kitchen to see what's being prepared for the breakfast. Assigning some tasks to our maid, I quickly walked towards Armaan's room. Because I knew he wouldn't be still. 

His room is a pale purple zone. Cartoons filled with monster trucks, race cars, some picked up by his dadda from the countries that he has visited, remote control kits, soft disney toys and whole lot of stuff takes over the place. He loves to paint and colour, hence some of his 'best works' like he prefers to call, has been put up on one side of the wall. The other side is occupied by a family photo frame collage. Selfies, weird and funny candids clicked from our vacations and trips right from the day he was born till now take the centre stage. 

The door to the bathroom was loosely closed to my curiosity. Usually it's wide ajar all the time even if I'm tired of scolding him to close it. Cautiously, I tip-toed inside the spacious dim lit washroom to get the obvious shock of my life !

"Hahahahahahahahah" 

"Holy Shit!" 

Rewind /-

I peeked inside the bathroom and the moment I got in, bubble foams attacked me! Even though I was getting dirty, I tried to swat it away but man, they were so frothy and heavy. "Grrrrrr.... we got you!" A tiny figure in his yellow shorts with his upper part entirely covered with foam to the point of being almost unrecognizable, smiled at me! 

As I took a step to catch hold of my tiny monster, droplets of water sprinkled to the side of my face and my hair. Closing my eyes, I counted till ten in my head to control the siege of my outburst. Opening them with precaution, I saw an exact copy of what my son looked like standing before me, except a taller, adult version!

Shirtless, with half the side of his body smeared in foam, face dripping with water. 

"Holy Shit!" 

"Hahahahahaha" both the suspects laughed together. 

"What even on earth are you two doing ? And you my dear Husband! Why are you clowning around with addu ? Don't you have your meeting today ? And you little guy, what did I told you to do ? Came to brush but now your taking a bath already." Unleashing my questionnaire at the duo, I sighed with a frown. Daddy-Son combo was always lethal. Thanks to her absence, they made such a grand mess in no time. And these two were always upto something so given. 

"Team spirit, baby. And calm down my tigress, all's well" Familiar pair of hands snaked around my waist and breathed into my ear with the same old husky accent that freezes my body, always. He's deliberately doing this. I need to get a hold on my damned body. It's been five years to our union and still, every fucking time, his touch makes me go weak. It gets to my vulnerable spot and effects me like a bloody wine taking power over my senses. 

"Babe, this is not fair. You can't get away this time" my voice broke like glass shards. That aftershave smell diffused into my soul like a heavenly odour. Mmm... Ugh! 

Why am I so easy around him ? He has this devilish yet delicious charm that sweeps me off my feet all the time. About time somebody stops his wicked ways. 

But I'd rather die than stop his irresistible charm. 

"Baby is here. Now stop it, okay ?" mustering courage I freed out of his addictive cage with a smirk just in case he though he succeeded. Which we both know he did. Looking over at addu, I saw him covering his eyes yet with another of his famed sheepish smile. Hubby dear had taught him to always cover his eyes whenever he saw DANGER aka his parents romancing !

Like who gives such code names to their kids ?! Imagine the laughter when my siblings will get to kno- ! 

And a hollow silence gripped me. How badly I missed them! I wish they could meet Armaan and see his naughtiness, his talks, us building our home, fulfilling our dreams. We do keep in touch just with our parents but respecting our wish, neither have they come here or we went there.  

"Sookh waaala sauce waaala cash waaala love .... " 

Snapping my head at the voice I was stunned to see addu, now cleansed well, opening his arms with a slight bend, winking at me. 

Whaaaaat ? I gave him a disbelief look cause he legit misspeled my film's song! And what's with sauce and cash ? 

"Oh my" I broke into pearls of laughter for one whole minute. Poor baby, was too bad at hindi. But atleast he tried for me. 

"Addu, that was hilarious my baby jaan. By the way it's surk wala and not sookh. Sauz wala and not your regular sauce. Faiz wala and never the cash!" Leaning down, I kissed his sloppy cheeks and took a towel to clean him. He giggled and gave a high five to his dad. Shooting my man a smirk, I went back to drying addu's hair. 

"See son, anything Bollywood always works for mumma, haina ?" I heard him stress 'always' and we shared a knowing smile. "Ya dadda. Mumma loveees bwolivuu and she tells me stories. I love them ..." We adults chuckled at how adorably Armaan failed to pronounce Bollywood. Grabbing a towel himself, jaan dried himself as well and asked "So addu whose your favourite bwolivuu person ?" Curious to hear his answer, we stared at him. Even though we don't play hindi movies, I narrate him funny stories of our gang and the things we did back then. He prefers to hear more on them over the fancy book tales. 

We saw his face lit up and he replied "Nannuuuu !! I lovveeeee him. Heeshh the beshht mumma!" 

Oh My Lord ! 

I never though such a day would come when my son would proclaim in the future that he loves Rannu ! Sharing an eye lock with my husband, we stared back at our smart kiddo. Breaking into another round of fits, we so wished Ranveer could hear this! Like damn, our kid seriously loved Rannu just like all of us did. He was such a heart stealer and a natural charmer. I should have seen this coming though. Covering my mouth to stop my loud guffaw, I held the wall next to me and leaned against it to support myself. 

Rannu would be so delighted to hear this confession. He would have picked up addu and thrown him in the air with happiness, though I'd obviously won't let that happen. 

"Nannu, really ? I'm sure Ranveer would be so elated to hear this, haina jaan ? I can already  imagine his wild laugh and insane happiness if he had been here." He touched my shoulder and sent me a warm smile and left to put on clothes. He knew I missed them all the more. How we wish things were like before. 

Taking addu out of the bathing closet into his room, I made him wear his clothes. Giving me a kiss on the cheek, he ran outside to play. I thought of cleaning the mess that is, his room. While folding clothes and keeping them into his tiny wardrobe, my mind travelled back in past. As if I had no control over it. I saw flashes of that soul draining day, when it all began. The day she left India to move here. That day at the airport ....

It felt like it had happened yesterday. Those memories were fresh in her heart. Her parents hugging her and crying incontrollable. Karan and all her friends from the industry came to bid her adieu, shocked at her sudden decision. They tried to change her mind but alas. They knew she had made up her mind. 

Remembering Shraddha's clueless rhyme "ladki beautiful kar gayi chull" which was nevertheless cute, I giggled. Paagal! I witnessed my Abhi speak so boldly infront of a legitimate crowd, for the first time. How every colleague had rushed in to sent me off with love and blessings. Our group hug which went way emotional and soapy than our usual one's. How desperate I saw VD that evening, sobbing and never letting me go. Like a part of him was breaking away, which did. My heart clenched at that mere thought. 

The last laugh we shared together as a one big family. The way media surrounded us and gave us a sad smile. I smiled at how dramatically Ranveer had catched their flying kiss. I had never seen him break like that before us, ever.  How they saluted each other almost with quivering legs and moist eyes.

And I saw HIM....

Then in a swift motion, I turned my back towards them and moved like a mechanical being towards my destination. After that I never turned back and it stings. 

Traitor tear leaked down my cheeks and I didn't bother wiping. I asked for it so there's no point lamenting over my deeds. Offcourse I'll reminisce them as long as I live and will pray for their good will, I can never go back to where it all began. I left India for a reason and there's no way we could go back. 

Putting a hold to my vulnerable heart, I stood up from the bed and switched off the lights before moving out. 

"Aliaaaaa! Jaldi aao" Alarmed, I ran towards the living room. 

Jaan was sitting on the couch with a phone in his hand. His face completely motionless. His eyes boring down the persian carpet. His breath uneven. I ran towards his side and knelt beside him while addu came and stood beside us, scared himself. 

Shaking him I asked "Kya huwa, haan ? Bolo! Are you okay ? Wait let me bring water." I began to get up when his hands held mine and stopped me. I looked at him frantically and tried to read his face. He looked up to meet my eyes and I saw them brimming with tears! 

He shook his head negatively to me I stared at him in disbelief. 

"Please tell me what happened! Your scaring me baby" cupping his cheek I asked again. My own heart thumping bad with fear. 

What he said next crushed the ground beneath me and I collapsed on the floor next to him .... 

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NOTE : And another bad ass cliffu !!! Aww, just how much I love them. Don't you ?

Raise your hands if you awaited this chapter with bated breath ! 

And oh, how many of you could unveil the mystery in these two chapters - the last one & this ? Smart one's would get a dairymilk from me *smirks*  

And who misses 'nannu' oops! our Rannu ??? and THE GANG ?! *raises quickly*

Extremely sorry for the almost more than two month delay. It wasn't in my hand. Exams and a trip made it impossible to sit and draft anything. But more than grateful at my readers/fans for sticking around with patience and love. Y'all have MY HEART ! Please don't bother giving it back! 

*pouts*

Also I get it, most of you are confused as to what the actual heck is happening here! Lmao... but that's okay. Stay calm and be patient. Please don't draw your own conclusion and stop reading just because your conclusion turned out to be horrifying. Stay still and believe in ME :) You'll see what I mean in the next few chapters! And oh, did I told you that we have just 5 more chappies left to end this massive journey ??????!! 

Yas! Sadly it'll be over by this year :( I said this year taking in to account my monthly update regime. So hang on with me for a while more and I promise you a beautiful ending and a wonderful memory. This BOOK I believe is an alternate fantasy land, a dream come true for many a Sidlia existing LOYAL SHIPPERS who relive their ship dreams with me and my book! So hold on and let's make this MEMORABLE !!!

Btw, how's our lil Armaan ? Cute, ain't he ? And whose the DAD here ? Let the guess pour ...

And oh, I've published my fourth fanfiction book here on Wattpad !! 

*yay*

It's a Ranbir-Alia OS on my fanpage lovers massive demand! 

Titled ~ Fairytale : A RanLia OS 

I'll publish it's first chapter tomorrow. All those who admire, support and appreciate my work, please make sure you SAVE AND ADD that book as well into your libraries and join me there as well. All these are my creations, special to my soul. I really hope y'all will support my decision and journey there as well. So what if that's another ship, you can still enjoy my creative flow :) 

Book Updates once again : 

DWB ~ 5 chapters more (will end this year, let's hope)

LR (Short story) ~ !COMPLETED! An epilogue left which I'll soon provide :)

QH (asya) ~ I'm yet to draft a chapter and start again. Let's see. Still on HOLD 

Fairytale (latest) ~ Will begin from tomorrow! 

I need all your prayers and support (which Ik I have) but still ... Quite a lot to do in life, so much to chase and achieve. Pray that everything happens for better. And I would hope the same for you all. I hope this friendship extends and exists even after this book would get over! 

God bless !

Biggggg love,

Jemi :)