I am forever yours

Niyati's Plan

* 11 months later *

Pari's POV:

"Come on, Pari, we have to be there really soon!"

My sister pops her head in the door and smiles. "Aw, my baby sis looks so cute!" she squeals as I frown at the white dress with white heels on.

"I don't like it."

"Baby, you look so pretty!"

"But I don't like it!" I complain, wanting to throw the thing in the trash.

"You won't be running at the dinner. Now come on, we can't be late." I groan as she takes my  hand and drags me downstairs where my jiju is adjusting his button-up shirt in the hall mirror. They grab their wallets and keys and we all pile in the car, driving five minutes to a nice, medium-big house with a large front yard.

"di! Look!" I exclaim, pointing at a resting basket ball laying near a tree. "Can I play?"

"No, no, no, we have to eat. Aren't you hungry?"

I nod my head excitedly as we walk up to the front door

and ring the doorbell.

"Hi!" Hugs are exchanged as a rather tall, pretty, brunette woman greets us with an apron tied around her waist. "Come in, come in!"

I nervously step in at first, but then sigh, loving the way the house smells of food and comfort.

"Oh my goodness, she's so pretty!" My eyes widen and I shuffle back as the tall woman bends down and smiles warmly at me. "It's nice to meet you, Pari. I have a daughter too and she's about your age."

" Oh, that's great. " I said excitingly. I don't remember much about myself as i lost all my memory in a car crash. So, I make friends with everyone i met. At first, i tried really hard to remember but no luck. It only resulted in severe head ache. Living in Melbourne, gives me a lot of opportunities. I learnt cooking by attending culinary classes.

I am lucky that di is still here with me . She loves me so much. When i was in hospital, she never leave my side and told me all about our childhood. Though i couldn't feel any connection, i believe in her. As days rolled by , we got pretty close.

We had our dinner . They started to talk about business and i zoned out. Sometimes i wonder how my past life was.

Is it happy or sad? Did i have a boyfriend? I mean i am 26 years old. If i have someone in my life , why didn't he come looking for me?

I work in my Jiju's company as a managing director. He has way to many companies. So, when Di told me i did Masters in business administration , i grabbed the chance and got the job immediately.

With that last note to my secretary, I walk off the office and throw my bag into the back before getting into the car and driving away. It's only a ten minute drive home and once there, I unlock the pedestrian door.

"Hey cracky!" I say, not being able to help the high-pitched voice. "Aw, you're so cute!" I laugh as i pick Cracky from the sofa i left it in the morning. It's my teddy bear. I don't know why i named it cracky. It's the first thing that come to my mind .I hugged it and took it along with me, not wanting to leave him.

I'm still smiling as I walk in and dump my bag on the floor, taking my sandals off in the bedroom.

"Oh, you're home!"

I jump in surprise at my di's voice. She generally doesn't get home until seven o'clock, as well as my Jiju. "Di? What are you doing home?" My Jiju walks out from the kitchen and I frown. "You're home too?"

"Yeah, we got off a little early to spend some time with you."

"Why?" I say this curiously because I know their work is really strict and they have a set schedule.

"Well, we kind of have some news..." my Jiju says, sitting down on the couch.

I groan. news? "Is it bad?"

"Um, no?" my di says uncertainly. "The thing is, the company is becoming more widespread and wee need some people to manage another branch for a while. Just until they can find some good replacements. And your sister chose you to manage that branch for a couple months."

My face falls. "You're going to send me away from home for a couple months? You've never done this before!"

My di hugs me, despite my sweatiness. "I know, baby, but it's only for a little bit and a lot of money is at stake. Pari, you are grown up. I know you can manage. I am letting you because I know you will be fine."

I sigh and shrug. "I guess having the house to yourself will be kind of cool. I can expect little Niyati or Puneet soon.

"

My di pulls away and meets my jiju's eyes nervously.

" You are leaving for India in a week. Our office is in Mumbai. I will be there soon. So, don't worry." Di still not letting me go.

"Well, there's more. You know we work with Mr. Vijay Malhotra, and well, we got to talking one day and he insisted that you stay with them. Well, not him, his family because it's safe for you , but Mrs. Malhotra will be home of course and--"

"I HAVE TO STAY WITH THEM FOR MONTHS?!" I'm out of my seat now, yelling. "I cannot stay with them! Why did you agree?!"

My Jiju stands up as well. "Honey, please calm down. I promise it won't be long and we tried to tell him that you could stay at hotel or something, but he kept insisting and...I know it's not the best, but it won't be that bad."

"It won't be that bad?! I am going to be suffering over there! You know how i hate kids!"

"Baby, isn't it time you mend whatever happened in, what, eight months ah?" my di asks.

"Seven month," I mumble.

"Whatever. It was so long ago and you never told us what happened, but...that kid was your best friend!"

I glare at them. "Yeah, 'was' being the operative word."

I too loved kids but after that fateful day, no. They're monsters. The kid i babysitted  annoyed me to the core. He kicked pinched and hit me.tthen he tried to burn down the entire place  . All for a simple chocolate. I took his chocolate and ate it without his permission.

They look at each other and sigh before sitting back down. "We already agreed and they've started preparing your room for you. Do you think you can just make the best out of this? We promise it's only for two months."

I cross my arms. "Fine. But I'm not going to enjoy this. Your only sister, your baby girl, will be all alone in that household, suffering painfully because of you."

Di laugh and hug me. "You leave in a week."

"I'm going to miss you guys."

"We'll miss you too."

I talk to them a bit more about the trip, throwing in some comments about my misery every now and then to make them feel guilty about leaving me there. I head up to my room to shower and change before starting my homework. Luckily, I don't have too much tonight, only an essay that's due in a couple days, but I'm able to complete about half before getting too bored.

I open my laptop to go on Netflix and maybe watch something, but I soon find myself getting sleepy and tired from today's work. I get up to go brush my teeth before heading to bed.

Never would I have thought that I'd have to talk to the kids ever again, but it turns out that I'll be playing with them as well as staying at his house. Life could not get any worse, could it?

With that I drifted into sleep.

Niyati's POV:

" Do you think it's safe to send her to India?" Puneet asked me.

" Yes. It's high time, she sees her family again. Only thing is, everything is same except her ."

He looked at me " what if she gets her memory back and reunites with them" expectedly.

I know this is what he wants to happen but i won't let it happen.

" She can't as the medicines i give her will not allow her memories comeback until five months. After that I will give her another one."

" No you're not going to do that again. She's innocent, Niyati. For God sake, she is a mother of an innocent baby and two little boys . Let her go. You wanted Vikram to went through what you had. You have accomplished it by making Khushi dead. Just let her go." He said angrily.

He still likes her a lot . It pains me though i don't show it to him . Also I kinda became fond of her. I mean who wouldn't. She's as innocent as a baby . She makes feel wanted and loved. I am planning on keeping her with me my whole life.  I really loves her as my sister though I did everything at first for revenge. Now the time has come.

" How can I? My game has just begun. I want Vikram to know how it feels to be hated by someone you love. Also  with Pari staying in his place , he will be reminded of Khushi everytime. He will hate the very face he love. Now that's pure torture." I smiled thinking of it.

I hope she will not get any memories of her past life. I am not like vikram and Priya. She can be happy with me.