Finally, both got ready. They sat on the scooter wearing helmets. Anvi first dropped Arya at school and then went to college. Somewhere around 12:30 p.m., in the building where they stayed, a man with a dark, thick beard went to the society’s watchman and asked, “Where is Anvi ma’am?”
The watchman replied, “She went for her duty. Who are you?”
The man answered, “The room owner. Give me the keys.”
The watchman gave him the keys but began to think, “Is Virat sir living as a tenant? I should still call Anvi ma’am.”
He called her and said, “Ma’am, your room owner came. I gave him the keys.”
Anvi was shocked. She asked, “Uncle, my husband and I are the room owners. To whom did you give the keys?”
The watchman replied, “Someone came with a long, dark, thick beard and asked for the key, so I gave it to him.”
Anvi shouted at him and rushed to the building, informing the school bus driver to drop Arya later. Anvi reached the house. The door was open. The bedroom was scattered with clothes and the cupboard was open. From the kitchen, she took a long knife used to cut pumpkins. Suddenly she heard a sound. She was completely sweaty with fear. Someone was trying to open the bathroom door from inside. She stood in front of the door. As the door slowly began to open, she closed her eyes in fear and immediately dashed forward to stab him, but the attack was blocked. She paused for a second, but nothing happened. Finally, she slowly opened her eyes.
It was Virat.
He said, “Hi. I hope you didn’t forget me.”
Usually people think a wife would instantly hug her husband after seeing him, but this time it was different. Anvi immediately slapped him.
“Where were you? At least a phone call!” she shouted.
Virat said softly, “Dear…”
But another slap landed on his face.
Ironically, Virat stood silent, but Anvi began to cry and hugged him tightly.
Virat laughed slightly and said, “I should be the one crying. Why are you crying?”
Anvi replied, “I missed you, stupid. Where were you? I tried calling you. What were you doing?”
Virat answered, “I was on an undercover mission in Bangladesh.”
He paused for a moment. “Just forget that. Why were you so scared?”
Anvi explained everything. Virat felt guilty and said, “Sorry, dear.”
Anvi replied, “It’s okay. Forget that. You’ve changed a lot.”
Virat said, “Yes. I’m also shocked when I see myself in the mirror. Where is Arya?”
Anvi replied, “In the panic, I forgot to pick her up. She will come in about thirty minutes.”
Virat asked, “You are working?”
Anvi replied, “Yes. As a junior professor in a nearby college. It’s been three years.”
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Virat sat on the sofa, feeling ashamed of himself. He didn’t even know that his partner had been working. After thirty minutes, the school bus dropped Arya. She was murmuring to herself, “Why didn’t Mumma come? Bad girl! I will pinch her ears.”
Arya reached the floor and ran toward the house. The door was open.
“Mumma! Mumma! Maaaa!” she shouted as she ran inside, ignoring Virat, who was sitting on the sofa. She went straight to the kitchen.
Anvi came out from the bedroom and said, “Arya, didn’t you notice?”
Arya replied, “No.”
She walked back to the living room.
Virat smiled slightly and said, “Hi.”
Arya instantly screamed, “Ghost!” and rushed back into the kitchen.
It was a heartbreaking moment for Virat.
He had won for the country, but lost in his own family.
To be continued…
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