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Here is the forty- second chapter.

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Karn POV

"Putra, Ananya Putri ko bata do ki hum sab kal Shiv Mandir ja rahein hai. Us se chinta karne ki koi zarrorat nahi hai, agar woh nahi aana chahti" (Son, go tell Ananya daughter that tomorrow all of us are going to Shiv temple. She doesn't need to worry, if she doesn't want to go.) Ma orders me. I nod and walk out of the room.

When we returned, today early evening we parted ways as I had work to do and she was taken away by Dushala. Dushala said that Ananya wasn't spending much time with her.

They came for dinner, talking animatedly but in whispers, giggling and laughing all the time. Earlier, I had been with the two mothers, who were preparing for their kids return.
Now, I am walking towards Ananya's room to tell her what mom said. I hope she isn't asleep.

When I reach her room, I realize she is singing, her voice like a soft wind. I enter her chamber that was open a little.

Mainu ishq tera lae dooba
Haan ishq tera lae dooba

Aisa kyun hota hai
Tere jaane ke baad
Lagta hai haathon mein
Reh gaye tere haath 

https://youtu.be/mxWBW--yoiA

She is half spread out, on her side bed that is kept aligned to the window. Her face lighting under the light of moon. She was wearing something that exposed her legs. I tried not to stare. 

Tu shaamil hai mere

Hansne mein, rone mein
Hai kya koyi kami
Mere paagal hone Mein

Mainu ishq tera lae dooba
Haan ishq tera lae dooba

Mainu ishq tera lae dooba
Haan ishq tera lae dooba

I can only listen to her as her magical voice cocoons me, her voice soothes my worries and I am frozen to a place as I listen to her.

Har dafa wahi
Jaadu hota hai tu jo mile
Ho... sab sanwar jaata hai
Yaara andar mere...

Ik lamhe mein kitni
Yaadein ban jaati hain
Main itna hansti hoon
Aankhen bhar aati hai

Mainu ishq tera lae dooba
Haan ishq tera lae dooba

Mainu ishq tera lae dooba
Haan ishq tera lae dooba 

Oh Ananya! Such a nice voice you have, I want to always listen to your voice.
I wonder if I could always do that? 

Fursatein kahaan
Aankhon ko hai meri aaj kal
Ho... dekhne mein tujhe
Saara din jaaye nikal

Aur phir aahista se
Jab chhu ke tu nikle
Teri aanch mein dil mera
Dheeme dheeme pighle

Mainu ishq tera lae dooba
Haan ishq tera lae dooba

Mainu ishq tera lae dooba
Haan ishq tera lae dooba

Mainu ishq tera lae dooba
Haan ishq tera lae dooba 

I clear my throat after few seconds when she stops singing. I don't want to be a creepy stalker, as much as want the silence to remain.

"Main janti Hun." (I know.) She whispers, without turning to me, still staring out of the window.

I take a deep breath and start walking towards her, "Aaj idhr Kyun?" (Why here today?)

"Pata nahi, bas dil Kiya." (I don't know, I just wanted too.)

"Oh" I say.

"Baithiye" (Sit) she says, as she folds her leg.

I do as told, and look out of the window.

"Kaisa tha?" (How was it?) she asks.

"Mantramugdha karne wala." (Mesmerizing) I tell her. She laughs a little.

"Itni achchi lagi meri awaza?" (You liked my voice so much?) she asks.

"Achchi?" (Liked?) I look at her in shock. "Maine kabhi aisi awzj nahi suni." (I have never heard such a voice.) I tell her seriously.

She smiles cutely at me, "Dhanyavad." (Thank you)

"Are," I slap my head. "Ma ne kaha ki Hun sab kal Shiv mandir ga rahein hai. Tumhe chinta karne ki koi zarrorat nahi hai, agar tum nahi an chahti" (mom said that we all are going to the Shiv temple tomorrow. You don't need to worry if you don't want to come.)

"Oh" she tenses a little.

"Kya Hua?" (What happened?) a ask a little worried.

"Woh...." (That....) She trails off.

I place my hands on her. "Abhi mat batao, jab dil kare tab batana." (You don't need to tell me now, tell me when you can.) Even I am myself surprised of the gesture.

"Nahi... Is baat ko Maine char saal ke liye aapne bhithar dabaye rakha hai. Kisiko batana zarorri hai." (No... I have kept this thing inside me for four years, I need to tell someone.)

I keep my silence letting her talk.

"Mere Mata- Pita, Mahadev ke bhakt the. Unhein bahut vishvas tha Shiv ji par." (My parents were devotees of Mahadev. They had utmost belief on Shiv ji.) She takes a shaky breath.

"Main 18 saal ki thi, jab mere Mata pita apne dono Mata Pita ke saath, Kedarnath Gaye." (I was 18- year- old when my parents along with their parents, went to Kedarnath.) She whispers.

"Kedarnath?" I ask, unable to help myself.

"Kedarnath, Himalayas ke pass sthiht ke jagah hai, wahan Shiv ji ka ek bahut bada aur bhavya mandir hai." (Kedarnath, is a place near the Himalayas, there is a very big and magnificent temple of Shiv ji, there.)
I see some tears, so I move ahead and wipe them away. My hands were on her cheek and she leaned on my hands, while at the same time holding my hand there with hers.

"Mere Parivar wale, Mandir Mein the jab barh aagaya. Bhagwaan ka chamatkar dekho" (My parents were in the temple when the flood hit, look at Gods play) she smiles a little shaking her head. "Mandir aaj bhi wahin hai, par mere Parivar wale nahi." (The temple is still there but my parents are not.)

A sob breaks from her lips, and my body chills. Instantly, I pull her close in my embrace. She cries in my chest as I run a hand on her head, through her open hair. Trying to calm her down.

After few minutes of us sitting like that, her crying ceases a little.
"Kshama" (Sorry.) she mumbles.

"Is Mein koi Kshama mangne ki baat nahi hai." (There is no need to ask forgiveness in this.) I tell her honestly, "Aap ka dil ka bhoj halka Ho Gaya hoga." (Your heart must be feeling light.) She nods mutely, looking out of the window once again.

I smile down at her, before following her gaze. The night is beautiful today, especially.

"Kya Khoobsurat Raat hai." (What a beautiful night.) I comment. She hums, in agreement.

"Der Ho rahi hai, aapko sona chahiye." (It's getting late, you should go to sleep.) She says pulling away, not meeting my gaze.

"Aapko bhi." (You too.) I get up. She nods without raising her head. "Ananya"

"Ji?" (Yes)

"Mujhe dekho." (Look at me) She does as said.
"Rone so koi Kamjor nahi hota, shakti bhadti hai." (No one becomes weak if they cry, they just become stronger.)

"Kya ajeeb raat hai aaj, phele main roi aur ab aap Mujhe gyaan de rahein Hain." (What a strange night this is, first I cried and now you are giving me knowledge) She laughs slightly.

"Yeh rahi hamari Ananya." (This is our Ananya) I smile widely at her before walking away. I don't want to do anything more stupid, or something that I may regret later.
Though I don't fail to note her blush.

"Subh ratri" (Good Night) I say.

"Humare bare Mein sapne dekhiye ga." (Dream about me.) Her voice returns, as I am almost out of the room and I blush in the empty corridor.

Ananya POV

Today was an odd night, I conclude. I can't sleep, Karn has long gone and I am in thoughts of what happened today, here.

He told me about the temple thing and then noticed me stiffen, even thought it was so slight. I don't know it was warrior eyes or something else, but he did.

He told me to tell him when I am ready, but I just opened up. I hadn't talked about this; my friends knew it is a sensitive topic. They never asked. I told him everything truthfully. And then broke down, I hadn't cried for my parents since they died, 4 years ago. Few tears here and there, but not a full- on cry. And today, I just could not help myself.

His understanding was so cute, plus the way his embrace and hands melted all the fears and walls I kept around the incident, it was all splendid.

Plus, the way he said 'humari Ananya', warmed my heart and I blushed. Trying to get back to him, I yelled to him to dream about it. Though, I didn't see him blush, I knew the words will make him do that.

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How was it?

So, this is how her parents died. 

Are they getting closer?

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