What's upp Gyuss!!👋🫂

⚠️!!!PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE STARTING THE CHAPTER!!! ⚠

So last time when I told you that I'll be completing this book in more 6 - 7 parts, which I guess won't be possible.

Mostly I'll complete it with 10 more parts and also 1 - 2 bonus chapters. Which will depend upon your votes and comments.

So comment me if u'll want or not!!!

Also, I'm not done yet!! I wanted to reach out to all of you with a quick question:

Have you had a chance to check out my latest fiction book on my other account?

As many of you know, my Ishqaan Fan Fiction (FF) has now been transformed into a full-fledged fiction book featuring the main characters, Aarav and Rhea. However, I understand that access to the book may differ for some of you. I have made this book as a paid novel on Scrollstack at rs 15 only...

But, if you're interested in reading it but prefer to do so for free, of course, early updates will be ScrollStack please let me know.

I'd be more than happy to continue sharing the story on Wattpad, where you can still follow Aarav and Rhea's adventures, imagining them as Ishqaan.

Ahaan as Aarav Rai Singhania

Ishqi as Rhea Arora

Rhea as Sneha Aarav Singhania

Sonu as Sonal (Sonu hi acha hai)

Veer as Rakesh Singhania

Savitri as Savtri Singhania

All the characters are almost the same tough, more are there that will be revealed as the story begins.

So let me know if you're interested in reading it for free.... I'll be uploading it on

So Ending up with my IMPORTANT RAMBLING Let's start with our story 😚

Finallyy I'm here with the 27th part!!!

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FAULTS

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Ahaan was sitting by the pool, his legs dipped in the water, his pants folded just below his knees, which didn't help much as it got wet too. He was holding the photo which Ishqi gave him last night, lost in his thoughts. A sad smile crept as he remembered the night when Ishqi and Ahaan both were deciding their non-existent kids' names at that time.

"Aaisha" He whispers, creasing it and a soft cuckold left his mouth.

"And here I was thinking I'll be the first one to come and wait for you" He turned behind to the source of the voice which belonged to Ishqi.

She stood there with a white tote bag that had some cute doodles on it. She walked to him and kept the bag down on the platform, she folded her dark navy blue pjs which had small polka dots on them.

But his eyes wandered on the tote bag beside him. The drawing looked like it was drawn by toddlers with cute flowers with mismatched colours in each petal with long stems and leaves a tree beside it the same height as the flowers 3 butterflies which also had mismatched colours on their wings. The colouring was tidy enough for kids their age.

"Aashu ne banaya hai" Ahaan chuckled hearing it tracing the patterns of the drawing. "Uska bohot maan kar raha tha uss din book ya paper pe nahi diwar pe painting karne ka but diwar pe kese karne deti toh mene apni bag nikal ke dedi uuse kuch naya dikha isliye bina kuch complains kiye painting karne lagi" Ishqi smiled at the memories as she told him.

Ishqi took the bag and removed a small album from it which she used to take with her whenever she travelled and handed it to him. Ahaan looked at the alum for once and then at her, she nodded at him to open it and he did.

The first thing he came across was an ultrasound of 3 months which was written below it. It didn't take rocket science for him to understand what it was and whose it was. He flipped the page and now it was Ishqis with a somewhat 5 months baby bump which was a mirror selfie with a faint smile on her face as she creased her belly and one on the opposite page with a heavily pregnant belly with a baby in her hands and it was Rohan. But what Ahaan noticed was the dark circles under her eyes.

Tears welled up in his eyes he took a deep breath and controlled as he turned the page. But not for long as the next photo was of Ishqi on a hospital bed in a blue gown with a tiny baby in her arms who was attached to pipes and wires and looked so small and fragile.

"Ishqi ye-yeh?" Ahaan couldn't complete his sentence. He was shocked himself seeing his precious small baby attached to so many wires and pipes.

"Aashu was born premature," Ishqi told him taking a deep breath "Eight-month ke ending mai hi mera labour start hua tha, doctor ne pehele hi mujhe warn kiya tha ki yeh pregnancy mai bohot complications aayenge par mai apni zid pe aadi thi" She completed not wanting to go in more details at least for now.

"Yeh comp-complications voh in-injections ke wajah se?" Ahaans voice was low but Ishqi heard it, her head snapped towards him in shock "Dadi ne bata-ya tha"

Of course, how could she forget Dadi must have told all the truth to him by now? And also she has seen the guilt Dadi had in her eyes when she couldn't find her grandchild on the first day. And Ishqi was more than grateful that she didn't ask any questions regarding it. Maybe she was scared to hear the worst truth that she didn't want to hear.

"Almost 5th-month ke time pe pata nahi achanak bleeding ho gayi thi aur mujhe bohot pain hone laga tha" Ishqi took a deep breath as she started to talk, "Tab doctor ne bataya tha ki baby ki growth nahi ho rahi thi, at 15 to 16 weeks the foetus should move but it didn't" She closed her eyes to keep her tears at bay, "Bleeding itni thi ki it almost reached to miscarriage,"

Her voice cracked, "Doctor ne abortion tak karne kaha tha par mai nahi mani. Kese kar leti? Ek akhri nishani jo bachi thi hamare pyaar ki aur upar se uss maasum bachi ka kya doosh tha? She looked at the moon which was shining bright high in the sky, "Medications pe thi doctor ne bola tha ki agar aur ek mahine mai kuch movement nahi hua toh abortion ke alawa koi option nahi tha, par Mata Rani ke kripa se sab thik ho gaya Aashu agle doo weeks mai movement karni lagi," She paused holding Ahaans hands who was shaking controlling himself.

"Ish-Ishqi, pata na-nahi kya bolu. Kuch samajh hi nahi aara. Khud ke pagalpan par hasu ya rou ya for gussa hou, itne saal ghu-ghutan si ho rahi thi Ishqi, so-sorry" Ahaan whispered as he choked on his words, "Jitna dard tumne aur Aaisha ne saha usmese aa-dha bhi mera nahi hai" He let his tears fall as he tightened his hold on Ishqis hand.

Ishqi didn't say anything, just let him cry as she flipped the pages and went through the photos, it looked like this album was made to show him. And it was true, but also Ishqi wished to save all the memories close to herself. There it was all the happy moments of Aaisha, the photo of her taking the first step, of her first word ma-ma, her first crawl, her first birthday, her first scribble, her first everything, all it was written down below each photo with cute doodles and it was when reality hit Ahaan hard that he missed his daughters everything till the current date.

But with every other thing one question was still running in his mind, "Aashu tumhe maa-maasi aur Rhea ko maa? Kyu?" He finally said it out loud when he reached a photo where Aaisha was somewhat 3 years old and she was sitting on Rhea's lap grinning at the camera.

Ishqi's body went stiff at the question. She knew today or tomorrow she had to tell him the truth and most importantly tell their Aashu the truth.

"Ahaan, mai-" Ishqi stopped clearing her throat before continuing "Mai nahi chatithi ki meri Aashu wahi dard se guzre jis dard se ham guzre hai. Bina maa baap ke! Hame toh at least yeh pata tha ki hamare maa baap kon the ham uhne pehechante the, par Aashu uuse toh paida hone se pehele hi uskaa papa kon hai yeh pata nahi tha."

Ishqi shook her head vigorously continuing herself and looking at Ahaan with teary eyes, "Aur mai ye nahi chatithi ki aage jab Aashu badi hogi tab voh yeh sawal na puche ki uska Papa kaha hai? Aur kon hai? Mai inn sawalo ka jawab kese deti? Aur fir jab woh school jane lage toh uske friends toh obvious hai yeh sawal uuse bhi puchenge. Bhagvan na kare par shayad uuse pareshan bhi kare mujhe pata hai yeh sab mai aur aap inn hallaton mein guzre hai mai ye Aashu keliye nahi chati hi Ahaan" She took a deep breath wiping off the tears that betrayed her and fell on their intertwined hands.

"Mene Rhea aur Sid ko dekha hai, voh kese Aashu ko bhi apna bacha mante hai. Jab Aashu ka first birthday tha mene uuse Rhea au-aur Si-Sid ko-" She couldn't complete her sentence as if she could not find a proper word to describe it, to describe herself.

"Socha jab woh badi ho jayegi tab uuse sab sach bataungi, But abhi jab bhi mai Aashu ko dekhti hu toh yeh hi sochti hu ki kya voh mujhe maaf karegi? Inti badi baat, yeh toh uske sath dhoka hua na Ahaan?" Ishqi blabbered not knowing what she was saying, "Aur jab bhi woh mujhe Maa nahi balki Maasi bulati hai toh bohot dard hota hai Ahaan, bohot. Jab uuse pata chalega ki mai uski Maa hu Rhea nahi aur aap unke Papa hai Sid nahi toh voh toot jayegi Ahaan aur abh jab woh aapko bhi janti hai voh toh mere sath -sath appse bhi nafrat karme lagegi, yeh sab so-soch ke bohot da-dar lagta hai mu-mujhe-"

"Shus, Shussh! Ishqi. Calm down" Ahaan was fast enough to keep the album aside and took Ishqi in his embrace to calm her down.

"Ishqi chup ho jao, Aesa kuch nahi hoga ha! Hamari Aashu bohot intelligent hai bilkul tumhari Tarah" He said creasing her hair as she clutched to his shirt crying miserably while Ahaan was too controlling himself not to, looking at his Ishqis state, "Voh tum kya kehti thi? Huh? I se ISHQI and I se INTELLIGENT! Yaad hai?" And that earned him a light chuckle from Ishqi with teary eyes. The memories of her drunk state flashed in front of both eyes.

"I - I am sorry-"

"Shut up Ishqi sorry ton mujhe bolna chahiye, ek - do baar nahi balki utne time jab tak mujhe khud ko na lage ki mai maafi ke layak hu" Ahaan said wiping his tears off with one hand and other rubbing Ishqis back.

"Galtiyaan dono ne ki hai toh dono ko maafi mangni chahiye na?" Ishqi asked, sniffing a little.

"But sabse badi galti toh mene ki hai, tumpe trust na karne ki galti, tumpe shaq karne ki galti, jhuta inzam lagane ki galti, tumhari baat bina sune tumhe ghar se bahar nikalne ki galti He started counting his faults which was a never-ending for him. Dadi ke baaton mai aakar mene khud ki Ishqi par shaq kiya uuse pehele bhi mene bohot badi galtoyaan ki thi aur mene wada bhi kiya tha ki mai dobara nahi karunga but mene voh wada tod diya Ishqi" Ahaan said bringing his head to Ishqis hair and closed his eyes as a tear left his eyes.

"Galti toh sab ne ki hai aur uske piche sab ka ek hi reason hai," Ishqi looked at their still intertwined hands and said breaking the silence between them, "Dadi ne apne mare hue bete ke pyaar mai galti ki. Uhne laga ki Maa ko apne pote aur poti ko dur rakh ke woh aap dono ko bacha rahi hai aur apne bete ka badla le rahi hai. Maa ne apne bacho se milne keliye kuch bhi karne tayyaar thi chahe woh aap sabke samne jhuta natak hi kyu karna pade taki Dadi ka sach bahar la sake"

Ishqi took a deep breath before counting, "Aap ne Dadi ke pyaar mai aakar galti ki aapko laga aapki Dadi sach bol rahi hai mai nahi aapko uss time jo sahi laga wahi kiya. Aur mene apne bachi ke pyaar mai aaker jo abhi tak paida bhi nahi hui galti ki, uuse apne Papa se dur rakha khud ki Maa se dur rakha jo uske aas paas hi thi. Apni bachi ko protect karne keliye mujhe uus time jo sahi laga wahi kiya" Ishqi wiped her tears off with the back of her hands, "Sab ne uus time jo sahi laga woh kiya tha" She finished.

For a long period they sat there beneath the tranquil moonlight and the embrace of the cool, starlit sky, the couple had returned to the very place where their love story had first blossomed, and, regrettably, where it had once prematurely ended, five years ago. The pool's water, where their initial connection had sparked, now cradled their legs in the water.

With the burdens of past misunderstandings long dissolved, they found solace in each other's arms. The pool, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of their love, had brought them full circle, offering a precious second chance. As they held each other, in their warm embrace, under the celestial canopy, they rekindled their love, savouring the promise of a brighter, shared future.

Ahaan cleared his throat, "Aa-abh sab thi-thik ho gaya na?" He asked, still scared of Ishqi's reaction and her answer.

"Nahi!" Her stern reply came and she moved away from him.

Ahaan's heart dropped hearing her.

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Byeeeeeee..

~𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠🦋