Journey of Hope

CHAPTER:- 21

Ashia's Pov

Everything was going well, then Aunt Mary became emotional. Prati grew suspicious, when I avoided Aunt Mary. She was about to ask me something, but Ishaan interrupted her.

"Prati, Let's go." He said and Prati nodded as it was already late. Prati moved towards the parking space. I was about to follow her, but Ishaan pulled me. "Ashia!" He said.

"What?" I asked in confusion. "Prati had left already."

"Arey, listen. You will come tonight?" He asked.

"Where?" I questioned.

"To that same night club." He said.

"And why should I go again?" I asked raising my one eyebrow.

"You will." He said and moved hurriedly as Prati was waiting for him.

I looked at him, sitting inside the car. Soon the car went out of my sight. I returned inside. Aunt Mary was there with a guilty face.

"Ashia! I am really sorry. I had no intention... But I couldn't control myself." She sobbed.

"Aunty! You are like a second mother to me. You have sacrificed for my life. I can't be mad on you. Don't apologise, please." I said and she nodded.

I moved inside and searched in the drawer. There was everything on its place, except the diary. I smirked as I have seen the diary in Prati's bag. After all one good thing had happened according to my plan in this unplanned day.

Stubbornness was hereditary in me. The thing I decided was always final for me. I gave my hundred percent to turned the decision in the direction of success.

I was gifted with a rare personality. The personality was my individuality, that made me different from others. At first I was insecure. But my insecurities passed away, when I realised that, I was not different but unique.

The difference between being different and being unique was hard to understand for a little girl. But I understood its meaning at a tender age only. And then I realised that I had so many issues like anger, stubbornness, arrogance and the list went on. They will either lead me towards the crest of success or show me the hell of failure.

That time I chose the spirit of positivity. I realised that I just need to find my target and I had to reach there using my weakness as my strength. Life became a game for me - a game where I kept running without knowing about the end.

Then one day, I realised the aim of my life, that was to destroy the Ahujas, specially Mr. Pratik Ahuja. I had to get my identity back. I had to make them all pay back for their deeds. To get my rights, I had to loose something. That's the rule of life. I knew it clearly. Still I took the risk and came her to take my revenge.

In the gamble of revenge, I gave my everything to gamble. Wining was the only solution and loosing was never an option. I left my everything and came India, only to destroy the Ahujas and Pratyasha Ahuja was just another prey in my trap. I was ready to loose my everything only to see the Pratik Ahuja paying back for the mistakes he had committed.

With another turn, I completed the puzzle of rubic cube. I looked at every side of the cube. Orange, Blue, Yellow and Green - Now that was looking perfect. I had to do the same thing. Life was such a mess. I had to collect the mess and decorate it according its sequence.

I had started my revenge. The first step was to enter in Pratyasha Ahuja's life and earned her trust. I did two of them perfectly. She was already love deprived. I just stood up for once and then she had to trust me with her everything.

Then I had to took the next step, but as if destiny had made my way better. I met Prati and Ishaan by an accident. The accident was never in my plan. I drove my car in that route, as generally it was not much crowded. Then when I saw a unbalanced car coming on my way, I pulled the sudden break. Loosing the control over car, I hit with a nearby tree.

I didn't remember many things. I had started to loose my conscious. But, I didn't want to die. With my death, my mother's hope on me was going to be destroyed. The remaining part of her soul was never going to get justice. I had to stay alive. I had to ensure justice. I had to bring out the truth. I was my mother's hope. I had to fight back to survive.

I kept motivating myself in that closed car. Being a claustrophobic didn't help me at all. Everything was dark around me. The smokes were making it hard for be to breath. I had loose all my hope in that darkness, when I heard Ishaan's voice. "Excuse me, Can you hear me?" I heard a male voice. It was from outside. I tried to respond, but no word came out from my mouth.

I was slowly loosing my sense. But that voice didn't stop. The air was condensed with the smoke. It seemed as if the car was going to blast. My eyelids kept closing, when I heard someone banging the car door hard. It was the same person. He kept shouting for me. But, I couldn't respond a word. I accidentally pressed my hand on the window opening switch and the windows of car opened. That man struggled a lot, but pulled me outside the car. My eyes were half closed. I got a glimpse of his face. It was Ishaan. Putting my whole weight on his shoulder, he kept walking. At a little distance the car blasted and I felt unconscious. The last thing I saw was Ishaan's face and last voice I had heard was the car blasting into pieces.

When I woke up in the hospital, I found Prati beside me. She was looking a little guilty and I knew the reason later. She narrated me about how she lost control over her car and the accident of mine occured. Also she told me how mad Ishaan was on her. I remembered how he was banging the car door to save me, despite of knowing that the car will be blasted with in a few minutes. I recognized the selfless soul inside him. After all he was my issue.

The car accident was not in my plan, neither my newly found feelings were! I was stucked now. The thing, I was feeling for Ishaan was not in my control. Definitely that was not a good news for my revenge. I should shift my entire focus into my revenge plan.

I was so into my thoughts, when my mobile rang. It was kept on the nearby table. The screen was flashing the number 'Raghav Bharadwaj' - another version of Pratik Ahuja. He was equally at fault, but the better thing about him was - he was still repenting his sins, unlike Pratik Ahuja, who was living a lavish lifestyle with his new family.

"Hello, Mr. Raghav Bharadwaj." I said picking up the call.

"Ashi!" He said. Tears brimmed into my eyes. I couldn't deny the fact that I loved his affectionate name. "Don't cry, darling. Remember who you are. What your goal. You have to avenge yourself."

"I remember everything. I don't need your free advice." I said, though inner me was getting comforted by his words. "Why did you call me now?"

"I just felt like calling you." He said, while I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"If you have a better reason for calling me, then say. Otherwise, I don't have free time to waste on you." I rudely said.

"Your mother has come in my dreams. She only comes whenever you are in trouble." He said being emotional. And I knew that it was the truth. Whenever I was in any kind of dilema, he got to know about this before only.

"I have something to tell you." I started to tell him everything except my weird feelings around Ishaan. I didn't found it right to share with him.

"Ashi! We have different abilities. It is in our hand use them wisely. You are tensed because that car accident was not in your plan. But everything won't go according to your plan. There is someone above you, and he has his own sets of plan. Trust me, this is not the first time. You will again and again find yourself in this kind of situation, where everything will go out of your plan." He kept saying. I was feeling good. But my ego didn't let me accept this.

"If you have something good to say, then say. I don't need this free lectures of yours." I said.

"Impatient! Remember Ashi, Patience is the only habit that the failure lacks." He said. "As I have said, you can't plan everything. The real planner is the God. And trust me he always has the best plans. You just have to find your best out of his plan."

"That means, I should use this car accident in my favour. Everything, I am feeling as my weekness, I have to make them my strength. I have to turn the things on my side." I said, being excited. After a day of defeat, I got a glimmer to rise again.

"You are wise enough." He replied in typical Raghav Bharadwaj way.

Well, I hate to admit the fact that Raghav Bharadwaj was a man, whom I admired while growing up. Even in his late sixties, he hadn't loose his charm. He still had that problem solving skills. And his advices - I was lucky enough to get them for free.

The smile behind his greyish beard was still looked young and charming. He still knew how to play a game. He still had the habit of smirking after wining a game of chess. Even today also, if he will want, he will change the equation of the business world.

"I know what you are thinking, Ashi." My thoughts interrupted hearing his voice again. I realised that I was lost in my world, and the call was still active. I stayed silent to listen him. He had that magic, when he started to speak, everyone maintained silenced.

"I was the king of my daughter. I decorated her room with everything rare and antique. I had always brought her up as a princess, and the mansion I designed was as a castle. But, I couldn't protect my princess. Remeber, Ashi... Not every princess is destined to be a queen. Because a princess only gets everything in privileges, but the queen earns whatever she wants. I chose you, my child to be the queen to avenge my princess." He said.

"Your princess is my mother, Mr. Raghav Bharadwaj! I will avenge her at any cost. But why are you telling me the differences between a princess and a queen?" I asked.

"Because, I know that you are enraged seeing your father treating Prati as a princess, aren't you?" He said.

I cut the call without answering. I threw the phone to calm my anger and looked around my mother's room. Climbing up on the bed, I went near the wall, where a big portrait was hanging on the wall.

I caressed the photo of my mother. Adyasha - She was the hope of her mother. And Ashia - I was her hope.

"Maa!" I cried caressing her photo. "You fought a war to save my life. It cost your life to let me see the light of the world. You endured the pain for me. I will give you the right you have deserved." I promised her again.

The only aim of my life was to avenge my mother. I had to let the world know about Adyasha - only Adyasha. In between being the Adyasha Raghav Bharadwaj to Adyasha Pratik Ahuja, she had lost the real Adyasha. I will destroy the world of Ahujas and they will remember forever that Adyasha deserved to live, at least as a human being. And that's what I, Ashia Adyasha promised myself every time.