After Happily Ever After: Prologue

Hi guys, I'm back with the sequel to In Another Life. This story is going to focus purely on Anjili so there will be very little ArHi moments if any at all. This story will be filled with sensitive topics and stuff so if you don't like it, simply don't read it. If you haven't read In Another Life yet, I suggest you go and read it to make sense of this story. This is also going to be a short story in terms of the length of the chapters and I will post everyday. Remember this story is focused on Anjili not ArHi. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own IPKKND or it's characters. However I do own this story line.

Prologue

It had been a month since Arnav and Khushi had gotten married and a week since they had come back from their honeymoon. Everything was going well for the Raizada family. Khushi’s catering business was flourishing, AR’s stocks were going through the roof and Anjili had decided to go back to college. Generally everyone in the family was doing well but they all had a feeling that something was off and they couldn’t put their finger on it.

Finally one day, Arnav figured it out. He was coming down the stairs for breakfast when the thought suddenly occurred to him. He sat down next to Khushi before he voiced his thoughts.

“Di, your doctor hasn’t contacted me in a long time. Do you have any idea why?”

Anjili finished chewing before she answered. “That’s because I told them not to.”

Arnav frowned. “Why would you do that?”

“Because it’s none of your business. Besides, if something was seriously wrong, I’d tell you myself.”

“How can you say it’s none of my business? I am your brother.”

“Doctor patient privilege. Plus I’m older than you so it is none of your business.”

Arnav was going to continue arguing if it hadn’t been for Khushi kicking him lightly under the table.

“Leave it, Arnavji.” She whispered to him.

Arnav continued to eat his breakfast as he silently fumed. Naniji decided to step in and defuse the tension.

“But you’re ok na betya?” she asked Anjili.

“Ji Nani.”

“See Chote, she’s fine. And the baby?”

Anjili knew this day was coming, she had known for a few months now. She was just surprised at how long it had taken her family to realise. But then again, everybody was so involved in their own lives that they had forgotten her. Even though she wore jeans, dresses and t-shirts that only accentuated her flat stomach, her family hadn’t noticed that she didn’t have a bump even though she was meant to be 7 months pregnant.

“There is no baby Nani.” She replied coolly.

“What are you talking about Anjili?” Nani said with concern.

“I had an abortion.”