" It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. "

-Albus Dumbledore
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Aahana's accident had robbed Mohit of the little normalcy that he expected from life.

It wasn't that easy for him to move on. Somewhere deep inside, he felt that it would require him a lifetime to fade away the true love of his life.

It was a kind of love, seeing which people would ask,

"After all this time?"

And slowly he would reply, with the tears defying the control over them.

"Always"

Harry Potter always had something that Mohit could relate to. The intense lines seemed to perfectly fit into his love story that fate had left incomplete.

The story of Mohit and Aahana.

All that he could claim as his own now, was the daughter of Aahana and her husband Rishav.

She, at the current moment slept peacefully on his lap curled up like a little fur ball.

Mohit caressed her lovingly, singing a very faint and now almost inaudible lullaby.

He too, was on the verge of plunging into the vast eternal world of sleep when suddenly he was rudely awoken by the sudden buzzing of the cellphone.

"Stupid stupid phone," he muttered, cursing under his breath.

Quite reluctantly, he picked up the call, becoming even more irritated hearing an unknown voice.

"Is this Mr Manchandani speaking ??"

The voice was polite yet firm.

"Yes?" he replied, in a tone that meant nothing but sheer disinterest.

"I'm afraid you need to come down to the local police station to discuss a few things that have recently captivated our interest."

The voice though polite, now had a sense of command to it.

"Care to answer why ?" Mohit asked, keeping his cool.

"It so happens that we have opened the case of Aahana Roy once again, and some disturbing facts have come up. I think our recent evidences are worth your time and attention."

He suddenly felt his heart pumping double the amount of blood, thumping much more loudly. Wide awake, the words were now swirling inside his brain.

"Wh-who are you ?" he asked, with a quiver in his voice. The coolness in his attitude evaporated into thin air.

"I'm Ajay Singh. Officer in charge of the nearby police station."

"I'll be there within 20 minutes," Mohit said, before disconnecting the call. Sweating profusely, he was thinking of the words that his brain just now had registered.

"Disturbing facts....Aahana's case...new evidences...What the hell was happening ?"

He kept repeating these lines, without any clue of what was going on.

Then after gently placing the little girl on bed, he went to the other room, to change.

After about 2-3 minutes he came out dressed in an crisp lilac colour shirt and faded jeans. The shirt looked graceful on his muscular and tall frame.

With fair amount of good looks along with sharp features and a good jawline, he was one of the most talked about guy in office.

Girls literally fawned over him.

Many tried to get close to him, but his sheer disinterest in love just resulted in a number of heartbreaks and waste of a lot of tissue papers.

He looked at the little girl one last time and whispered,

"Sleep well, you cute ball of love. Papa will be back soon."

Then, he lazily headed towards Diya's room on the other side of the house.

Upon reaching, he gingerly knocked on the door.

"Enter," came a cute girly voice from inside.

Fidgeting a little, he entered.

The scene in front of him was PINK !! The room was decorated in every shade of pink one can imagine. Everything inside the room was pink.

Pink lamp...Pink walls...Pink curtains....and the list continues.

She was the new appointed nanny. Hyperactive to the last bit, although having a lot of life.

Her easy ways along with the childish behaviour made her in good terms with the little girl within no time. They were now best of friends.

Even Mohit had started to grow some liking towards her. She seemed like a constant source of happiness to him.

"Are you going somewhere?" she asked in her chirpy voice.

"Umm...yes I am. So will you go and sleep with Nikki until I return ?" he asked, trying hard not to stare at her like an idiot.

She was little over 5'2 with a super cute face and perfectly curved body. Her lips always had a shade of pink on them, only making them more desirable.

She had a dusky complexion to herself with a pair of hazel eyes and jet black hair that came cascading back to her waist.

For a 24 years old, she had quite smashing features.

Mohit couldn't be accused for admiring the natural beauty in front of him.

At the current moment she was sitting in a pink sports bra and black short pants, chipping nail polish off her nails.

"Sure," she replied, looking up at Mohit.

Her heart skipped a beat, as she scanned the tall and handsome man in front of her.

He was looking extremely handsome in his light coloured shirt, that was sticking tightly to his muscles, with two top buttons open, showing the upper part of his well built torso.

Just when Mohit started to walk out of the room Diya said from behind,

"By the way, nice shirt. The colour suits you, handsome."

Mohit could only blush and meekly say thanks, before advancing towards the front door.

Diya accompanied him to the door and asked, "Where do you think you are going this late? It's almost 3 am."

Mohit replied smiling, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

"I'll be awake then, to check if you keep your promise or not.  You'll get detention if you don't."

"I'd love detention under you, but bye," Mohit replied with an evil smirk.

It took him another 10 minutes to unlock the garage and take out his new BMW 7 series.

The drive was peaceful and he reached his destination within 10 minutes. But, he took a few more minutes to just calm himself down before entering.

As he entered the office, he could feel something was off. The surrounding was filled by an unpleasant uneasiness that made him gibberish.

Well, entering the police station does that to many people.

There was no one in the office, except a person turning the pages of an old battered file book.

"Excuse me, Sir ?" Mohit said in his heavy american accent.

The officer turned. He was an inch shorter than Mohit, but heavily built. It looked like he was in his mid thirties and at the moment his face was quite grim.

"You must be Mohit ?" he asked, eyeing him. It was the glance of a professional intellect.

Mohit just nodded off. He was starting to feel the tension build over him, although he was trying not to make it obvious.

"While a recent search, we just have come across a letter that might interest you. "

"A letter ?" Mohit asked blankly.

"Please sit down. It's a long story to begin with," said the officer politely.

The night was just getting started....

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It's another night and I dreamt all of you filling that hollow star at the bottom of the page with an yellow enticing dark yellow.

So guys, let that dream be reality and let that star be satisfied.

Love you all and byee.