11-12-2025, 09:51 PM
Arjun's moves to new country - The last chapter
The Car - A Tearful Truth
Vikram sat in the driver's seat, the engine idling outside Arjun's old house, his hands trembling as he turned to Pooja. With a deep breath, he revealed the full truth—Arjun's terminal cancer, the staged affair with Anjali, and his deliberate sacrifice to free her from a life of grief.
"I found this a few days ago," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I didn't know how to tell you." Pooja leaned back, tears streaming down her cheeks, the weight of it sinking in. Vikram reached for her hand, "I guess we should meet him. Best we take care of him. We can do it as his friends, if not for any past relationship."
Pooja looked into his eyes, her voice shaky, "Shall we stay here until... I-I..." she stammered.
Vikram gently reminded her, "Your parents are at our place, and I have caretakers here.
Let's visit him often—I'll take you."
Pooja nodded, "This is enough.
If you wish, I can handle the parents at home." Vikram started to protest, but she stopped him, "No, I'm your wife. Let the past be past. If that's what he wished..."
Vikram's gaze dropped, worry etching his face. Pooja cupped his cheek, "You never left me, so I am. Let's give him a proper send-off with love and the things he needs. His sacrifice... I have two people who loved me to the core." She smiled through her tears, and Vikram hugged her tightly, whispering, "Don't be too emotional—babies are there."
She shook her head, a bittersweet resolve settling between them.
Arjun's House - A Reunion of Hearts
Inside, Arjun's shocked eyes met theirs as they approached. "Vikram, why did you bring her?" he rasped, his voice frail. Pooja's tears broke free, heavy and unrelenting. She touched his pale, lean face and hand, her heart aching, "Why are you like this?"
Her voice cracked as she broke down, the sight of his withered form piercing her soul. Arjun glanced at Vikram, who stepped in, consoling her with a steady arm. Hours later, she stepped aside, calling Anjali to enquire about his health, her voice thick with apology over the phone.
That evening, Anjali and her fiancé visited, their presence a quiet support. Pooja left Arjun to sleep, her heart heavy, while Vikram stayed by his side. The next morning, she and Vikram returned, bringing a semblance of normalcy—cooking food together, reading stories, watching cinema, and discussing favorite films. Another day, they took him to the guesthouse, enjoying a happy meal under the stars. Arjun, unrestrictive with food, seemed to gain a flicker of energy, a fleeting redemption in his tired eyes.
Family and Farewell - A Shared Journey
Slowly, Pooja's parents grew suspicious of their frequent disappearances. Vikram, with a broken voice, opened up to his father-in-law, who visited Arjun and hugged him tightly, "You should have told us—we would've done something." They stayed with Anjali, surprised to see a man whose days were counted last more than a week. Pooja and Vikram took Arjun on long rides to their favorite places, even visiting his old startup, now flourishing under a new boss. The staff hugged him, and they shared a meal out. One day, Pooja announced her pregnancy, and Arjun's face lit up with joy, a rare smile breaking through his pain.
Once a lonely man, Arjun now found relations—Vikram and Pooja embraced each other in love each night, their talks easing the heaviness, careful not to disturb the baby.
One morning, Vikram's father-in-law called, his voice laced with confusion and concern. "Arjun is gone. He's not in his room. There's a letter."
Vikram and Pooja rushed to the house, hearts pounding. Anjali was already there, holding a sealed envelope addressed to them all. With trembling hands, Vikram opened it and read Arjun's words aloud.
"My dear family,
By the time you read this, I will be far away, in a different country, starting a new life in a new way. Please don't search for me. Think of me as living somewhere peacefully, away from here.
I don't want to leave you with heavy memories of pain and suffering. I am leaving this country with satisfaction in my heart, knowing that you all are happy and together.
A doctor has promised to try a treatment that gives me a 50-50 chance of survival. I didn't want anyone to know, to hold onto false hope or watch me struggle. Anjali knows, but I asked her to keep it secret.
Whether I survive or not, I won't come back. I am happy now that I have a family like you. Lead your own lives—I will take care of mine.
Move on, live fully, and remember me with smiles.
With love,
Arjun"
Tears fell as Vikram finished reading. Anjali spoke softly, her eyes red. "He confided in me about the doctor abroad who offered this last chance. He didn't want you to see him weaken further or cling to hope. He said his sacrifice would mean nothing if you spent your lives waiting or grieving. Even if he survives, he wants you to move forward without him."
Pooja clutched the letter to her chest, sobbing quietly. Vikram pulled her close, his own eyes misty.
The Aftermath - A Legacy of Hope
Arjun vanished as mysteriously as he had reentered their lives, leaving behind a letter that eased the pain of parting. Though his absence created a void, his words urged them to embrace life. Family and friends gathered not for a funeral, but to celebrate the time they shared and the love he gave.
Pooja and Vikram honored his wish, strengthening their bond and preparing for their child's arrival. The uncertainty of Arjun's fate lingered—a quiet hope that somewhere far away, he was fighting and perhaps finding peace. His selfless love endured, inspiring them to live fully, carrying his legacy in their hearts as a beacon of quiet strength and enduring affection.
The Car - A Tearful Truth
Vikram sat in the driver's seat, the engine idling outside Arjun's old house, his hands trembling as he turned to Pooja. With a deep breath, he revealed the full truth—Arjun's terminal cancer, the staged affair with Anjali, and his deliberate sacrifice to free her from a life of grief.
"I found this a few days ago," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I didn't know how to tell you." Pooja leaned back, tears streaming down her cheeks, the weight of it sinking in. Vikram reached for her hand, "I guess we should meet him. Best we take care of him. We can do it as his friends, if not for any past relationship."
Pooja looked into his eyes, her voice shaky, "Shall we stay here until... I-I..." she stammered.
Vikram gently reminded her, "Your parents are at our place, and I have caretakers here.
Let's visit him often—I'll take you."
Pooja nodded, "This is enough.
If you wish, I can handle the parents at home." Vikram started to protest, but she stopped him, "No, I'm your wife. Let the past be past. If that's what he wished..."
Vikram's gaze dropped, worry etching his face. Pooja cupped his cheek, "You never left me, so I am. Let's give him a proper send-off with love and the things he needs. His sacrifice... I have two people who loved me to the core." She smiled through her tears, and Vikram hugged her tightly, whispering, "Don't be too emotional—babies are there."
She shook her head, a bittersweet resolve settling between them.
Arjun's House - A Reunion of Hearts
Inside, Arjun's shocked eyes met theirs as they approached. "Vikram, why did you bring her?" he rasped, his voice frail. Pooja's tears broke free, heavy and unrelenting. She touched his pale, lean face and hand, her heart aching, "Why are you like this?"
Her voice cracked as she broke down, the sight of his withered form piercing her soul. Arjun glanced at Vikram, who stepped in, consoling her with a steady arm. Hours later, she stepped aside, calling Anjali to enquire about his health, her voice thick with apology over the phone.
That evening, Anjali and her fiancé visited, their presence a quiet support. Pooja left Arjun to sleep, her heart heavy, while Vikram stayed by his side. The next morning, she and Vikram returned, bringing a semblance of normalcy—cooking food together, reading stories, watching cinema, and discussing favorite films. Another day, they took him to the guesthouse, enjoying a happy meal under the stars. Arjun, unrestrictive with food, seemed to gain a flicker of energy, a fleeting redemption in his tired eyes.
Family and Farewell - A Shared Journey
Slowly, Pooja's parents grew suspicious of their frequent disappearances. Vikram, with a broken voice, opened up to his father-in-law, who visited Arjun and hugged him tightly, "You should have told us—we would've done something." They stayed with Anjali, surprised to see a man whose days were counted last more than a week. Pooja and Vikram took Arjun on long rides to their favorite places, even visiting his old startup, now flourishing under a new boss. The staff hugged him, and they shared a meal out. One day, Pooja announced her pregnancy, and Arjun's face lit up with joy, a rare smile breaking through his pain.
Once a lonely man, Arjun now found relations—Vikram and Pooja embraced each other in love each night, their talks easing the heaviness, careful not to disturb the baby.
One morning, Vikram's father-in-law called, his voice laced with confusion and concern. "Arjun is gone. He's not in his room. There's a letter."
Vikram and Pooja rushed to the house, hearts pounding. Anjali was already there, holding a sealed envelope addressed to them all. With trembling hands, Vikram opened it and read Arjun's words aloud.
"My dear family,
By the time you read this, I will be far away, in a different country, starting a new life in a new way. Please don't search for me. Think of me as living somewhere peacefully, away from here.
I don't want to leave you with heavy memories of pain and suffering. I am leaving this country with satisfaction in my heart, knowing that you all are happy and together.
A doctor has promised to try a treatment that gives me a 50-50 chance of survival. I didn't want anyone to know, to hold onto false hope or watch me struggle. Anjali knows, but I asked her to keep it secret.
Whether I survive or not, I won't come back. I am happy now that I have a family like you. Lead your own lives—I will take care of mine.
Move on, live fully, and remember me with smiles.
With love,
Arjun"
Tears fell as Vikram finished reading. Anjali spoke softly, her eyes red. "He confided in me about the doctor abroad who offered this last chance. He didn't want you to see him weaken further or cling to hope. He said his sacrifice would mean nothing if you spent your lives waiting or grieving. Even if he survives, he wants you to move forward without him."
Pooja clutched the letter to her chest, sobbing quietly. Vikram pulled her close, his own eyes misty.
The Aftermath - A Legacy of Hope
Arjun vanished as mysteriously as he had reentered their lives, leaving behind a letter that eased the pain of parting. Though his absence created a void, his words urged them to embrace life. Family and friends gathered not for a funeral, but to celebrate the time they shared and the love he gave.
Pooja and Vikram honored his wish, strengthening their bond and preparing for their child's arrival. The uncertainty of Arjun's fate lingered—a quiet hope that somewhere far away, he was fighting and perhaps finding peace. His selfless love endured, inspiring them to live fully, carrying his legacy in their hearts as a beacon of quiet strength and enduring affection.
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