Turning around, I gasped in shock not expecting to see her here. First, she saved Sona, gave her justice, and now...now she was willing to save the person who ruined her very own sister? who was she? what was she? and what was her heart made out of?

She walked towards us steadily, her face masked with coldness, her eyes swirling with a strange emotion. "Eyshana, what are you doing here?" I asked in surprise. Taking her eyes off me, she glanced behind me locking eyes with Mr. and Mrs. Edwards. "I have the same blood group as your son and I am willing to help him" she spoke monotonously. Looking at Mr. and Mrs. Edwards, I noticed how their faces changed into a frown before looking at the woman in front of them in shock. "You're...you're Eyshana...Eyshana Roy right?....the one who came to our house with your sister 10 years ago" Mr. Edwards stepped forward, his face flashing with happiness as he recognized her. 

Coldness remaining on her face, she nodded at him but she slightly jolted when Mr. Edwards hugged her making me shocked as I've never seen Mr. Edwards warm up to anyone he doesn't know for long. "I remember you, how could I ever forget you...you are the reason how I got my son back" he spoke before moving back. Staring at her with gratefulness, he patted her head and smiled. "you have grown up a lot...but still the same pretty girl who came to our house" he beamed.

Seeing the reaction from Mr. Edwards, her expression softened before she shot him a small smile. "Oh, Eyshana" Mrs. Edwards cried before hugging her tightly. Hesitatingly, she slowly raised her hand and patted Mrs. Edwards back, comforting her before pulling away. "Thank you...Thank you so much for helping us...Thank you...we owe you a lot my child" she held her hand with appreciation and thankfulness while Eyshana just smiled. "Please...don't thank me...as much as he is your son, he is also my.....friend" she hissed out with disgust when mentioning the word 'friend' which thankfully Mrs. Edwards did not notice. 

Stepping forward catching her attention, she looked at me before turning towards the doctor. "I am ready to donate some blood to Mr. Edwards" she uttered making the doctor nod. "very well then, I will call out your name in a few minutes before doing the tests, until then please take a seat" he smiled at her before going back into the operation theatre.

"Eyshana" I pulled her away to the side and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, you don't know what you have just done...thank you...thank you so much" I breathed out. Holding her forearms, I smiled widely at her while she gave me a look of discomfort. "Eyshu...I.." I bit my trembling lips not knowing how to tell her how happy I am. "After...after everything that has happened to you....after what they all they did to you...I.." I looked down with guilt not knowing how to continue. After everything she has been through she agreed to help Sunny, what kind of person does that?

"I can just say you have a heart of gold" I spoke giving her a proud smile. "I have no heart of gold Preeti, sometimes I feel like I have no heart at all" she responded back with melancholy. Looking at her with the confusion held on my face, I shook my head and was about to reply until she cut me off. "Seeing Sunny in that condition doesn't hurt me, neither does it sadden me, and neither does it make me pity him" she continued.

"What do you mean?" I asked her with apprehension. "Knowing all of them are on their death beds actually makes me happy" she smirked making me gasp. "W-what?" I spat out harshly. "You think I want to give my own blood to the man who ruined my sister, to the person who is friends with the man who ruined not only 1 life but 3 lives including my unborn niece or nephew" she hissed making me flinch.

"I will make sure each and every one of them suffers so much that they will beg me on their knees to be killed and guess what?" she leaned closer to my ear while I stood there in total shock, my watery eyes wide open as I heard her next words which caused my stomach to churn. "Death won't even reach them as they will be dying every day while still breathing" she seethed in my ear making my breath hitch.

Blinking away my tears, I gave her a look of disbelief while she gave me a compassionless look. "This isn't you Eyshana" my voice trembled. "You don't know me Preeti, non of you do" she responded back with a bitter smile on her lips. "Miss Roy" a nurse called out grabbing her attention. Giving me a last glance, she walked away with the nurse leaving me stranded there with thousands of thoughts running through my mind. "I knew she was up to something" Aliya added. Sighing I continued watching her figure go further and further away from us before sitting back down on the chairs. 

Eyshana's POV

Ihissed as the tube entered my flesh. "This will only take a few minutes" the nurse smiled. I laid down on the bed next to Sunny's watching his unconscious pale face. His expression was calm, not sad, not hurt just calm. The tube that connected to Sunny's arm sucked out the blood in my body transferring it into his. "You're very brave to do this...he must mean a lot to you" the nurse tried to create some sort of conversation. Mentally scoffing, I shook my head in refusal. "No...I don't even know him" I replied back in a cold tone. "Oh...but still donating blood to a stranger is a very brave thing to do" she smiled at me before focusing on Sunny's arm.

Not responding back to her words, I closed my eyes giving them a rest until the nurse told me the transfer was done. "This will only hurt for a few seconds" she muttered before slowly taking the tube out of my arm making me grit my teeth. She then replaced the tube with a plaster, preventing the blood to come out. "Thank you, Miss Roy, you may make you way out now while I call in the doctor" she patted my shoulder before leaving the room. 

Sitting there in silence, I slowly stood up from the bed and walked towards Sunny. I watched how his chest rose slowly before going back down, the high pitched sounds of the monitor beeping as he breathed softly into his oxygen mask. Moving closer to him, I sat down beside him moving some of his hair from his forehead. I had the chance to end him here, I could rip that oxygen mask off his mouth and let him suffocate to death but I am not like them. I am not a murderer. "You can't die Sunny" I whispered painfully. "I won't let you die...you can't die so easily...that will be unfair to Riya...that will be unfair to her baby...you have to live...you need to live...you need to go through what she went through...you need to be punished for what you did...I can't let this happen to you Sunny...you need to wake up...you need to wake up Sunny...WAKE UP" I yelled at the end, shaking his body.

Not seeing any movement from him, I breathed heavily swallowing my saliva as I ran my fingers through my hair. A small laugh left my lips as I looked down at my dancing fingers. "Look at destiny...there was a time where I begged you all to help me save my sister from dying and yet here I am saving the one who is the reason behind me losing my sister" I whispered wiping a tear off my cheek. 

There were times when I didn't want to live and I still feel that way. Even after promising Sagar that I will not harm myself I still prayed to God to take me away...from this world filled with dirt. I have no ambition in life, I have no dreams... I have no aspiration to live, in short words...I do not fear death. Death to me will be like a gift, a reward to take me from this misery and darkness. Even though I have Sagar, Aditi, and Chandni in my life, I don't know why I still feel alone. The only reason keeping me alive is the promise to Sagar and to help souls who are going through similar phases like me or much worse.

I am not at peace...even after being with the loved ones I am truly not in peace. I don't know when I will be granted peace, maybe God is punishing me for I am the reason behind everything. Sometimes I question my faith in God. Does he even exist? if he does why isn't he doing anything?

Why didn't he save me from a monster like Ezhil?

Why didn't he save my Riya?

Every night I question myself what is love. I don't think I even know the true definition of love. Was what I felt with Ezhil love? did I really love him? was it even worth being called love?

Then why did I feel sparks, why did my heartbeat race each time he touched me...his warmth encircling my cold body, his words giving me comfort and peace, why did I feel that and why do I still feel a small portion of that now?

I heard that love doesn't go so quickly...it can't die but it sure can weaken...maybe my feelings for him have weakened over the past few years but my heart...it's so empty...it's so cold, sometimes I ask myself if I even have one. I'm in so much pain that my feelings are indescribable. Visiting a therapist or even talking to someone is much harder than just crying out all my feelings in the darkness...alone.

Will I ever be happy?

Do I deserve to be happy?

I'm so confused, I'm so clueless about my life that I don't even know what to do anymore. Ezhil was a dark part of my past, seeing him again after 10 years provoked that hatred and anger I hid inside for him.

Seeing them all hurt or injured does not give me satisfaction, knowing that they are all on their deathbeds does not give me joy.

Running away from everyone I thought I could move on, forget the past and try and live happily but something inside me didn't allow that. Even after 10 years, I am truly not happy, and maybe doing this one thing may give me the peace I always wanted.

Getting Justice

Biting my trembling lip, I stood up and gave Sunny a last glance before leaving the room. "What do you mean Doctor? is it s-something serious?" Preeti cried out once I made my way back to the waiting area. Confused on what was going on, I walked towards the pair curious to know what happened. "Preeti...please calm down" Aliya calmed her. "Look, Miss Mital, I..." sighing, the Doctor continued his sentence "please follow me...it's important you know this" he spoke making a tearful Preeti nod. Turning back to Aliya, she gave her a look of worry, her tears flowing out non stop while Aliya caressed her hair. "Go...I'll be waiting for you here" she ushered her to go.

"Okay," she mumbled following the doctor. Aliya was about to turn until her eyes locked with mine. Staring at each other for a few seconds, her face filled with guilt and sorrow while mine remained vague. I walked past her taking a seat in one of the chairs.

"How did it go?" Mrs. Edwards asked me in despondency as she moved to the seat next to me. "The transfer is done, we yet to find out what will happen" I replied, patting the back of her hand in comfort. "Oh...my baby" she cried making my beating heart ache for her. Knowing that your child is in danger it must be killing a mother from the inside, it reminded me of the day Riya chose to take her life not even caring about her unborn baby.

The baby deserved to live...and so did she

"Just have faith...I'm sure he will be fine" I faked a smile at her before getting lost in my thoughts.

Preeti's POV

I pulled back my chair and took a seat in front of the doctor. "So..." I started off desperate to know what was wrong with my brother. When the doctor approached me, letting me know that he has found something in Ezhil's reports...I felt as if I was going to lose my balance. He was already in so much pain...why couldn't he get a rest from all this?

"After taking a few blood tests from Mr. Mital...I found something in his reports that you may want to know" he spoke giving me a sympathetic look. "which is...?" I bounced my leg up and down with anxiety waiting for his response.

Opening up a file, he pushed it towards me eying the first page of the file. I gave him a disconcerted look before looking down at the file. Reading line to line and word to word, I gasped in complete shock...my hands now covering my mouth as I gave the doctor a look of distress.

"No...no this....this can't be doctor...I'm sure you are mistaken" I rambled in disbelief refusing to believe these reports. "I'm sorry Miss Mital but we are professional doctors, we are not mistaken at all" he spoke sternly.

Slamming the report shut with anger, I stood up and glared at the doctor who looked at me startled by my reaction. "There must have been a mistake...he has never had any problems, in fact, he has been healthy since childhood. This can't be true...this...is....not...true" I argued with my hands flying around.

Sighing, he looked down before raising his eyes at me. "There is nothing much I can say Miss Mital...the reports are definitely not wrong and unfortunately it's sad to say...." he shook his head not knowing how to convince me.

"Your brother is infertile"

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