Hello Readers

I am back with another update

I was going to update after a few days but seeing that many of you think I will be ignoring Why Me after starting my new novel, Destined; I wanted to make sure you all know that Why Me is my priority. So I stayed up the whole night and completed this chapter.

Please let me know what you all think about this. Seeing all your comments gives me encouragement to keep writing.

Also Please don't hate me when you see that there is a time lapse. Yes This time lapse was important in the story, I promise you all will not regret it.

So, Misha was not kidnapped, she actually did leave him. What do you guys think about her big move?

Happy Reading :)

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3 years later

Misha POV

I look at the date on my phone, wow yes its been three years. Three long years since I left my home, I left my family and I left him. I look outside my car's window which was parked outside of kindergarten day care. I got out of the car and waited for the school to finish. As soon as I heard the bell ring, I started searching for my Bundle of joy in the crowd of kids coming out of the building. I smiled and waved when I saw her.

(this photo is from the internet)

Today was her cultural day event and so I dressed her up in cute indian clothes. She insisted on wearing one of my jewellery necklaces. But when I refused, she started crying so I had to let her wear it. "I want to look like doll" she had said in the morning and a doll was what she looked like now.

I bent down on my knees and she came running to me with her backpack moving on her shoulders. I felt her small hands wrap around my neck and I kissed her lovingly on her cute plum cheeks.

"How is my bacha doing? How was your day?" I asked her while making her sit in her car seat.

"I am good mumma. I had so much fun today. Danced with my friends, hehe" she giggled and I felt my heart beat faster. She had so much power over me, she just did not know it yet.

We drove back home. Home! I stayed in a house with my best friend from college days - Tara. She and I had studied together at the business school here in London. Three years ago, When I left India, I called her and told her everything. Eversince then, she has always been by my side, like a second shadow.

We reached home and I saw Tara standing at the main door.

We had a small house on the outskirts of the main city. Luckily, I was able to get a good job here and Tara was already working so we could afford a small cute house here.

"Tara what are you doing with pooja thali?" I asked her smiling.

She was holding a pooja thali in her hand. and as we were about to enter, she stopped us and started doing aarti. "Tara... what are u ... Tara .."

"Misha stop it.. i was doing aarti girl!"

"But why?"

" Our little baby - Vaani is dressed in indian attire for the first time. She is roop of devil" and she went on doing arrti again.

I knew it was pointless to say anything to her. She is Indian but grew up here so she finds her own ways of staying connected with her heritage and culture and well this was her way so I did not stop her.. I just silently laughed at her antics.

"Come in Vaani devi.... right foot first baby" she directed my daughter and my daughter looked at me like her Tara maasi has gone crazy. I signalled her to just follow and not care.

After having dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen and made Vaani sleep in my bed. I laid next to her and wrapped my arm around her slightly trying not to wake her up.

I sighed. I turned my head and saw his photo on the side table on Vaani's side. I always tell her to keep the photo inside but she doesn't do it.

Yes I had told her about her father and showed her the picture few months ago when she started going to day care. She used to come back and ask me why all her friends have daddy and she does not. I could not hide it from her, I was not that cruel. So I told her about her real father, Vivaan. I showed her his photo and she hasn't left the photo since then.

I still remember that day --

"Mumma, where is daddy?"

her question made me suck in breath.

"Beta... beta your daddy.. is..."

"Yes mumma where he? " she came to me with hope in my eyes and could not turn her away.

So I showed her Vivaan's photo that night, knowing that I will never ever take her to India so she will never meet Vivaan so no problem in showing his photo. "Beta he is your daddY"

"But where he mumma?" my poor kid could not even speak properly.

"Beta daddy is no more in our lives. He is the that star now in the sky ... look " i pointed to the brightest star in the sky that night.

Eversince that day, she hasn't left his photo. I know I lied to her that her father is no more alive but I cannot tell her the truth, I just can't or else she will want to meet her father. If I could, I would never tell her about Vivaan but I was not able to stop myself.

When we did her naamkaran, the letter was given as V, I was shocked but I knew the gods wanted it that way. So I kept her name as Vaani (which means : God's words).

If looking at her was not enough reminder of Vivaan then her name definitely made me remember her everything all over again. I won't lie and say that I did not miss him. Of course, I missed him, he was the father of my child. I hated him, yes but a part of me wished for what would have been my life if Vivaan had stayed the same person whom I fell in love with at the orphanage.

A part of me betrayed by self respect and wanted his love. In the past 3 years, I had to do it all alone and I so wished he was here. My heart betrayed in the last 3 years and always wanted his care and love just like it got when he and I met at the orphanage. He was a good man then, a caring friend I had, actually my onlyfriend in India at that time. Only if you hadn't changed Vivaan our lives would have been so different! Only If!

I felt sad thinking about it all again. Three years ago, I made a decision to move on but how could i move on if i was in the same city as Vivaan. He would have never left his child. And I did not want my child to have Vivaan's presence in his/her life.

So I lied. I lied to everyone. I told them I was leaving with my lover Ayush. I lied that he was the father of my child. I lied that I was going to marry him in London. I lied about it all.

I lied about it all. There was no Ayush. It was all a lie ... just a big fat lie!

Even if I stayed there, My chachi would not have let me stay at the house. So I thought that the best I can do is, make myself look bad in front of everyone so that they hate me and don't miss me when I leave. Just thinking about my family brought tears to my eyes. I brushed them away when I saw my baby lying in my arms.

It was all for her so it was worth it. And then thinking about her I fell into deep slumber.

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Two weeks later

I was working with my boss on our presentation which was tomorrow. A new deal to crack. I was glad that my education was helpful and I could support myself and my daughter. I was independent and i was glad for it.

"Misha that's a good point you make, lets change this clause" Miss. Adley confirmed my point.

I heard my phone ring and i turned it off without looking. It rang again and I turned it off again.

After five minutes, the phone rang again "Misha you should take the call maybe its important" Miss.Adley said.

I took my phone and exited the conference room. As soon as it rang again, i saw it was a number from India.

Seeing India number I freaked out. Who could be calling? Nobody knew where I was staying, what was my number.

With shaky hands I picked up the call.

"Hello"

"Misha?!" I heard Avi bhaiya's voice.

"Hello misha ?!" he said again when he did not hear me say anything.

How could say something. I was trying to hold back the tears.

"Misha?I know its you"

"..haaaan....bhaiya... mein misha "i spoke slowly.

I heard a gasp on his end and I knew that he must be feeling what I am feeling right now too.

"Misha you have to come to India .. misha..woh...dadi...dadi..."

"than bhaiya what happened to dadi? is she okay?" i panicked

"Misha she had a heart attack and does not have a lot of time left" he said "Misha come back....she wants to meet you before she leaves for the heavenly land!"

I felt my heart break into a million pieces!

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Hello readers

please let me know what you all think about this chapter

In terms of word count this chapter was getting long so I stopped here

The next chapter will be Misha going to India... what do you think will happen then?

Best

-Lovestruck420