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(please read part 1, 2 and 3 before reading this one)
          
          Part : 4 
          
          
          
          He left me. He abandoned me.
          
          "Ish."
          
          How could he do this?
          
          "Ishan."
          
          Didn't he love me?
          
          "Ishaaaannn."
          
          I feel a gentle touch on my cheeks, but I can't see anyone touching them.
          
          "Wake up, bachaa."
          
          I open my eyes to find Shubman hovering over me, his brows knit together with worry as he looks at me. I look around; I am in bed at our home, and Shubman is right here with me.
          
          So, it was a dream.
          
          "You looked as if you were having a bad dream," he says gently, caressing my cheek with his thumb.
          
          Before he could say anything else, I pull him with force, and his upper body collides with mine.
          
          I hug him tightly, feeling the warmth of our embrace. Feeling my home.
          
          He's startled at first, but then he hugs me back. "It's okay, bachaa, calm down. I am here."
          
          After what feels like an eternity, I loosen my grip around him, and he cups my face, giving me a feathery kiss on my forehead. "What happened?"
          
          "I saw a dream where you abandoned me."
          
          His expression changes. "What—how could you have such a dream? Do you think I'm someone who would abandon you?"
          
          This time, I cup his face and press my lips against his. It was supposed to be just a peck, but he captures my lips, kissing them softly.
          
          When we break apart, with a slight smirk, he says, "You were having such a nonsense dream while I dream about us on the beach, having se--"
          
          I slap his arm sharply. "Ouch."
          
          "Stop being horny in the morning."
          
          "When I have such a beautiful husband, how can I not be?"
          
          
          
                                                END :)
          
                                      (Weird dreams)
          

Part : 3
          
          I'm directed to a room resembling a classroom, with some people already inside. There are of different ages—some my age, some teenagers, and some children.
          
          I feel a sense of unease, but I decide to ignore it and wait for Shubi.
          
          Time passes, but he doesn't arrive. When I step out of the room, I notice two other rooms exactly like the one I'm in, with people waiting inside, as if waiting for their families. Seeing them adds a heaviness to my chest.
          
          Shubman not picking up my call, and his absence here isn't helping either.
          
          I stand on a section of the building where I can see the main gate and the road outside. I stand there, observing the cars and people entering and leaving the premises, but there's no sight of Shubman. I notice some others standing with me, all gazing toward the main gate with hopeful eyes, as if they're also waiting for someone, just like me.
          
          With each passing minute, my hope crumbles a little more. I am yearning to catch a glimpse of him, to know that he is okay, to know that he hasn't abandoned me.
          
          I lean on the railing, my eyes fixed on the road below, and then the sinking feeling begins. Shubman is not coming; he has abandoned me. These people are lying to me, and all the others here who are also waiting for someone, they too have been abandoned by their loved ones, just like me. But they still hold onto hope in their eyes.
          
          The feeling intensifies. I don't feel like crying; I just feel this immense heaviness in my heart that I cannot describe.
          
          He left me. He abandoned me.
          
          
          
          

Part : 2
          
          Today, he refuses to come to practice, saying he's feeling a little under the weather. I ask if he wants me to stay with him, but he refuses, saying he just wants a little rest. I find it odd, him denying my offer to stay, as he usually wants me near him twenty-four seven.
          
          As I'm about to dial his number again, a person wearing formal attire catches my eye. He approaches me with swift steps. "Ishan Kishan?" he asks with a questioning tone.
          
          "Yes," I reply.
          
          He quickly glances at the leveled ground and speaks with professionalism, "Your husband sold this house, and the company that bought it demolished it instantly."
          
          He pauses for a moment to let me grasp what he said, which is quite unbelievable.
          
          Why did he sell our house?
          
          Why didn't he say anything to me?
          
          What happened all of a sudden that he had to sell our house, especially without discussing it with me first?
          
          The man continues, "I want you to come to our office building."
          
          I don't know what's happening; the information is just too much for me to process. I dial his number again, but once more, it goes straight to voicemail.
          
          When I reach the building with that man, he leads me to a cabin where three men in suits are sitting, busy with their work. One of them looks at me, softens his expression, and says, "Shubman is doing paperwork; he'll be here soon. You can wait for him here."
          

Part:1  
          
          
          ISHAN'S POV : 
          
          
          
          
          I stand there, gazing at the freshly leveled ground, my mind going blank at the sight in front of me. Where is my house? Where is our home?
          
          I am standing in front of an empty piece of land where our house used to be just a few hours ago. But how did this happen? How could they demolish a two-story house within a matter of hours and make it look as if nothing was there? I look around, and there is not a single human in sight, as if everyone just vanished.
          
          For a brief moment, I entertain the idea that I am in the wrong place, that I have lost my direction, and I'm thinking that our house used to be here. But that's not the case at all, because it's been two years since I was living there with my husband. We decided on this place to invest our time and energy to make it how we wanted it to be. It was ready before our marriage, but we shifted here only after getting married.
          
          I take the phone out of my pocket and dial Shubman's number, but it goes straight to voicemail, which is weird.

"What are we doing here?" Ishan asked, confusion evident on his face, Shubman seemed upset with him, so there was no way he would be treating him to ice cream for no damn reason.
          
          "We are going to dance on the street."
          
          "Huh?"
          
          "You dumbo, can't you see your favorite ice cream store?" Shubman said with a smile... umm more like a grin.
          
          Okay, so only Shubman had the tendency to get into weird and embarrassing situations because of his "shatak" and still drove him to his favorite ice cream parlor, because he wanted to have some ice cream.
          
          Ishan's face brightened up, "I thought you were upset with me."
          
          "Who said I am not?"
          
          "Your smile!"
          
          :)