[A/N = Hello my lovelies...So wandering why my A/N is at starting of update today? Well I have no reason for it...Its just like I so missed you guys. And Yes I am sorry for always making you wait saying that I have my exams on...But thing is that my stars are at wrong positions. It is 4 months now, and I am still giving exams -_-... I am fed up with all this but helpless.

Okay, Another thing...You guys might think this story is going on too slowly, Right? I am sorry for it. Forging Bonds is near to its end- A dramatically unexpected end.

And Even if I want to drag this series, I won't as I am not in my mind :P Seriously Things are happening so wrong. My Results are not as per my expectations... I am depressed. I have been depressed from quite a long time. And I am trying to figure things out now.

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Chapter10: Mom! You came?

She wanted to ask more than a few things to him, why she matters to him, why he just can't let her leave, why he is so indifferent to her?

She wanted to ask him, what is there in between them, which is bringing them in awkward situations every time?

She wanted to ask him, who is she for him?

But certainly she was not in her mind. All the tension and worries were coupled up in her throbbing mind. She wanted to end all this in a second. She wanted to get rid of misery entangling her, but she couldn't. She just couldn't get over from it.

Several thoughts piled up in her mind, made things more difficult for her.

She wanted to visit her house but even the thought of visiting there' decreased her body temperature. She had no strength to face her fears.

She placed her forehead on her knees, bent more on it. Only thing she could hear was the sound of juicer, which doubtlessly Rey must be using downstairs. It pierced her head even he do this to her every time? She needed peace. She needed space from herself.

She twisted few locks, looked mindless at the ceiling ...fixing her gaze at an uncertain point. As the fan rotated above her...her thoughts also rotated with same frequency One minute passed and her eyes still fixed on that uninteresting point on ceiling...but soon her already tired mind gave up and sleep claimed her.

Rey could no longer concentrate on his work. Number of articles was left to edit, he knew he have to do them as early as possible...but how can he focus on work when she'd captured his mind so badly. His eyes focused on empty juice jar kept in front of him. The sight of her signing the official papers of her house flashed in front of his eyes...And her pain was transferred to his eyes, they were wet, just as hers.

Upon waking up the next morning, Kria sat up on the bed, stretched, and noticed that it was darker in the living room than normal, the lighting having taken on a grayish-blue tint. She went to the windowpane behind the dining table; she peered outside and saw a steady stream of rain falling over the city, a river of dark clouds moving progressively above the city. "Ah, crap," she mumbled. The weather had been so nice, but her insides were ominous, and outsides too.

Digging up her black dress and some clean under-things, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. Rey's bedroom was silent. She could hear the soft sound of ceiling fan. A dim light was coming out from his room .Had she woken up before him? This would be the first time, she thought, and with that she smiled, probably for the first time in past 48 hours.

Of course, she didn't blame him. It was perfect sleeping weather. And perfect weather to gather old lost strength too. She was more determined this time, all set to face the darkest phase of her life.

"I'll do it. For the Last time." She said, after building up her strength.

"Where are we going?" he asked her, maddened.

"I will tell you soon.." she replied, in the cold tone just like the weather.

Her nerves were starting to coil up. "Turn right," she said as they reached the end of a busy street and there was absolute silence in car; just the heavy voice of rain drops falling over the roof and it was irritating, scary. He switched on the window wipers as the rain began to fall hard enough to threaten visibility.

"Weather is too bad. You like Rains?" he asked her, if only to get her talking.

"Occasionally" she replied, just for the sake of replying.

Soon the crowded part of the city had been left behind. Rey had never gone this far away from main city. She looked tensed, he turned his face towards her, and she was same, erect, her back glued to the seat, her breaths deep and hollow, her eyes fluttering frequently.

And they entered a lonely place, or somewhat an old apartment society for lower-middle class families.

Broken windows, scary paint and unkempt yards. This couldn't have been a place where one had come from. But soon she told him to stop. "Right here?" he asked, slowing down . He wasn't exactly comfortable in this neighborhood, but she insisted, so he stopped in front a house. There his eyes caught a sight of for sale sign which was driven into the grass of a gray lawn.

Kria sighed. "Sorry," she stared out of the windshield at the house in front of them.

"I'll be back." Rey stared at her questioningly. "I used to live here." She told him, her voice eerily hollow, "where I was born."

Her entire body was shaking, but this was part of the process.. When she climbed out of the car, Rey cut the engine and followed her. No way he was letting her go in there alone. The house by itself looked like a place of nightmares. He watched her open the door. Whoever was selling or buying the house must not have cared for it that and why would he even care? There was a complete new project of housing society working out at this side of city, to make it more civilized.

Kria disappeared inside, and he too followed her.

Kria didn't spend much time ; she took the stairs , her hand clutching the rail tightly, shivering. The entire house smelled like mold and rain, the fumes in the air toxic, but when had it not been? It had been as toxic as ever. She went to the left, turning into the bedroom that overlooked the street. A strange laugh escaped her throat. The walls were still purple. The roof was leaking, a small puddle forming where the rain water seeped in, falling at a steady drip with its voice echoing. She stepped forward, her foot meeting with a noisy floorboard.

Creak. And suddenly, she was a child again, lying wide awake in bed, the covers over her head.

A hand fell on her shoulder and a shriek tore from her throat."Aaah..."

Relax! She told herself, taking a few steps back. Relax, it's just Rey, Rey is here. Her shoulder blades poked his chest, her knees feeling weak enough to fall down and she felt his other hand on her shoulder now, helping her to stand stiff and straight and gently turning her around to face him, and she broke out- all in a go...She cried and sobbed, held him tightly in her arms and perhaps he did the same. She found no reason to stay away from him. She must have looked awful- crazy-mad, judging by the widening of his eyes.

"I think we should leave" he said quietly,unwrapping her arms from his shoulders. She nodded in agreement, glancing back at the horribly faded pink walls.

No one can hurt her anymore. Not when she had Rey there; no, he would protect her. And as Rey led her back down the stairs, he considered getting the phone number of the person selling the house. He would buy it, sure. And then he'd burn this place to the ground.

The burial ground wasn't far from the neighborhood. It must have been one of the older graveyards; tall trees, a serene atmosphere drifted over the setting. Kria hadn't been there since her mother's burial, but her feet seemed to know just where to take her. In no time at all, she and rey stood before the grave marked Smriti Ghai.

It was still raining .Walking out from the protection of Rey's umbrella; she'd dropped down onto the grass and slid forward until she was lying on her stomach, her dress becoming caked with grass, mud and water. No tears, thank goodness. And with her cheek resting on the wet ground, she started off with what she should have told her mother years ago.

"I'm sorry." She closed her eyes, letting the house's poison be washed away by the rain. She felt relieved upon finally apologizing to the most important person in her life, even though she knew that she'd probably already forgiven her... Perhaps she dozed off right there in the grass, because she had some type of a strange dream or a sort of weird glowing visual, in which she saw her mother walking with her arms open, calling her for a hug, again. She'd followed her.

"Mom...You came? I knew it...You won't leave me alone..." kriya said, and strangely this time her own voice was sounding so weird. But then for Kria's surprise someone else had appeared in the light, and mother stopped, turning to that person standing in front of her and she kissed the forehead of that person and hugged him later, showering motherly love on him. Then mother looked at her, indicating that person to hold her.

Kria came closer, her mother disappearing into the blinding whiteness surrounding them. Her eyes came to rest upon that person, who stood in the light and he stretched out his hand to her."Kria" he said. "Come with me" he continued.

It was hard to see his face in that extraordinarily glowing background, but she could recognize that voice. Soon his face was clearly visible.

"Rey..." she said surprised, what is he doing here? Why her mother told him to hold her?

And then with a bang she was back to reality, still caked with mud and water, rey was sitting beside her worried and tensed, trying to get her back into senses. "Kria are you okay?" he asked, shivering.

It was probably just a silly dream, her mind making romanticized connections that weren't really there. But in a way, it was the truth; through that dream her mother had led Kria to Rey.

She smiled, and thought its better to sleep, his umbrella will protect her from rain, and he will protect her from world. It's better to sleep here, in his arms, near mother's grave. Perhaps she dozed off again right there, but this time in his arms, smiling, her head resting on his shoulders, and shit she was still caked with water, grass and mud, and now because of her, he was too encrusted with mud, fuck- But who cares? It is better to sleep.

Stop thinking and Sleep. Sleep.

-To be Continued-

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