FF - Mr.Angel Miss.Wright(Arnav-Khushi)Episode2-pg2(6/12/19) - Page 2

Wow!! Very interesting!!

We know already he will have to take the big dive.

Episode 2 – Mortal Miss Wright

Khushi’s POV

The alarm on my phone buzzed through the silence in my room, and I yawned as I reached out to snooze it , for the second time.

I had this weird habbit, I would always snooze my alarm atleast three times before finally getting out of bed. By the time the alarm would go buzzing the third time, Mum would walk into my room, and drag me out of bed, always complaining about the fact that I loved my sleep way too much.

But then Mum wasn’t here anymore.She was gone, snatched away from my life by the cruel hands of death, way too soon.

I tried to fight my tears as I stepped out of bed myself, reality making its way to my mind. It had been three months since I had lost Mum. Her brain stroke had been too sudden, one moment she was sitting in front of me whilst we ate our dinner, and then the very next second, as she got up to pick up her ringing phone from the other side of the kitchen counter, and she collapsed as my name left her lips.

It had been such a shock to me, my name was the last thing that left her lips before she lost her consciousness and I had called the paramedics immediately, but by the time we had just gotten into the ambulance, she had passed.

I step into the shower to get ready and shudder as the memories start to make their way through.It had taken me days to get over the shock and the numbness,it felt like my mother was right next to me in one moment and she called out my name, and the next second she was gone! Gone, just like that.I couldn’t even do anything to help.

Had I been too late in calling the paramedics?

Was there anything that I could have done?

Could I have saved her??

I don’t know, that’s the battle Iv been living with almost everyday now.

Mum was my world.It had been that way all my Life.

My name is Khushi Wright, and I am 25 years old, and I am half British- half Indian.I took my mother’s last name as mine, because I have never seen my father. I don’t really know who he is.All Iv known over the years as I grew up was Catherine(my mother) had met my father in her high school days, and he was an Indian. They had an affair, and my mother conceived me at the age of 18, and ofcourse whoever had fathered me didn’t want anything to do with me, but my grandparents, as in my mothers parents supported my mothers emotions when she decided to not terminate the pregnancy and bring me to Life.

However, it was really tragic that I wouldn’t ever know the people who supported my mother in the toughest times, as my grandparents passed in a car crash, right before I was born, in fact the news of the sudden demise was what had send Mum into premature labour.

Mum kind of raised me single handedly, and she also managed Grandpa’s little book store cum Coffee shop – Tales and Coffee which was at this little curb in near the Bond Street Tube Station, here in Central London, all through the years, as she struggled to make ends meet. Because of my grandparents sudden death and my responsibility, she had to give up on her dreams, she didn’t ever go to college or pursue her passion for cooking ,she spent every minute of her Life , taking care of me and grandpa’s legacy, but she never complained, shed never regretted any of her decisions that shaped the life she lived.

I admired my mother, she was my mentor, my guide, my best friend, my philosopher.

My childhood hadn’t exactly been very rosy and I didn’t have many friends, but no matter what my age, whenever I came back home, my mother was always there holding her big arms open wide. She stood behind me like a rock, always supporting me. We’d been living in our cozy three bedroom apartment, right above our shop, which had been a legacy through the generations of the Wright Family.

The last five years of my life haven’t been very easy too.After finishing school, id been working all sorts of jobs and help mum out the store because I was saving up for college, I didn’t want to burden Mum with anything more. And just when I had saved enough, there was a break in at the store,which cost us all our savings in order to restore Grandpa’s legacy back to what it was.We didn’t get the insurance claim because Harry( our helper at the store), forgot to lock in for the night,and my mother being her honest self, wouldn’t lie about it to the authorities.

And ofcourse the shop was what had kept us sailing in all these times, so mum and me contributed all that we had saved, to rebuild it. Tales and Coffee, was what had kept us going.

And there we were, starting to save up from scratch.

Amongst all the job shifts and helping my mum at the store, I didn’t have a lot of time for my personal Life. I wouldn’t call my personality very outgoing, but then I wasn’t an introvert either, I kind of lied in the middle spectrum .I had two friends, whod been there for me, one was Annie, who was Uncle Jack’s daughter.Uncle Jack was kind off a neighbour , he lived across the street, and had been a very good friend to Mum all these years, infact they had also dated for a shortwhile, after Annie’s mom divorced Uncle Jack.And then their was Katy(who had also been another one of my best friends), or atleast I had thought she was, until I walked in on her and Rahul(the one and only boyfriend id ever had in all my life),making out, here in my very own room.

Cliché, I know.The best friend and the boy friend, but that’s just how my one and only love story ended.

I still don’t know whose betrayal had had broken me more,Rahul’s or Katy’s, but it had shaken me a lot.I had loved Rahul with all my heart and we had been together for a year, and I had discovered later that him and Katy had it happening for almost 8 months under my very nose.

I remember how Mum had helped me through it all too, and we had this joke amongst ourselves that maybe the two of us are just meant to stay away from Indian men.

It had been difficult all these years, but I could cope up with all kinds of grief because Mum was there.But now with Mum gone,id been drowning into pools of grief, not knowing how to cope with the loss and the vortex of pain that id been feeling at the thought that maybe I could have helped her.And shed still be alive, and this lonliness wouldn’t be eating me up.

I had never felt so alone in all of my Life.

Grief and pain were pulling me down into its pools, and I couldn’t swim my way out.I knew I needed to vent it out, but I didn’t know if there was anyone who would understand what im feeling right now, and not give me sympathy.

I didn’t want sympathy, I just knew a needed a little bit of support. Annie, had finally started college earlier this year at Manchester business school and I dint want to be a constant bother to her.And there was only a limit to which I could talk to Uncle Jack, who was doing his best to be there for me.

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A While Later

I looked at Uncle Jack , as he ringed in a sale at the coffee part of our shop,and I walked upto him as I spoke, softly – “thank for stepping in to help me, Uncle Jack, I wouldn’t know what to do without you…”

Uncle Jack gave me a small smile – “anything for Catherine, be strong Khushi, shed want you to be, and she isn’t gone ok, im sure she is watching over us…”

I fought tears as I nodded – “ im sure…”

Uncle Jack – “and once youv saved up enough, I want you to apply for the degree on creative writing Khushi.Books have been your life, and you write beautifully, Catherine would be so proud, shed often tell me,my daughter pen downs the most beautiful poems Jack…”

I tried to smile through my tears – “ Maybe, one day , Uncle Jack, one day, for mum, I will…”

Uncle Jack, brushed his hand on my head – “and I also think you should let out one of the rooms in the apartment, the company will do you good…”

I looked at him – “ moms room will remain untouched,just like she left it, I cant Uncle Jack, I cant let go…”

Uncle Jack – “ I understand, may be let out the study room then?? It has a good queens bed on the window side anyway…”

I sighed – “ I don’t know, ill think about it…”

Uncle Jack – “ the rent will also help in a little way…”

I nodded – “ I know, it’s the little bits that make it all, anyway…im going to think about it..”

Uncle Jack – “do that…”,and he returned to his work. He was helping me manage the coffe shop portion of our store, which Mum ran,and I was looking after the book store part of it.

I returned to work, and I sat on my little desk at the back and started to check the inventory, and right then my eyes fell on my phone.

11:11

It was the time – it was 11:11 am.

Gosh, really again! I couldn’t believe I was seeing those same double digits again.

So, something strange had been happening with me for quite sometime now.I’d often get these weird dreams, that my intuition, now would tell me that held some sort of a meaning.I had started to think that they held some meaning after I had caught Rahul cheating, because months before I had, I had dreamt of it, but then ofcourse I had discarded it all, but then when it actually happened, I didn’t know what to make of that dream.

It seemed uncanny and strange.

I wasn’t a believer in intuitions, because ofcourse logic and sense upped the gut feeling.

But then ever since Mum’s passing, Id also been having that same weird dream over and over again , which I couldn’t really comprehend at all, but it was strange because it was occurring so happen, and especially on the nights that I had cried my eyes out to sleep and was feeling immense grief drown my heart.And then for the last two months literally, everywhere I was going, my eyes were coming in line with these double dights, four numbers, all at the same time.

00:00

21:21

11:11

22:22

00:11

It was really starting to get Strange and weird.

Did this really mean something?

Maybe, google would know.

I quickly switched on my laptop, and googled my query.

And to my surprise, I saw so many articles come up. Apparently this was quite common.

I quickly opened a few articles.

Some talked about how this has a deeper meaning in numerology, I quickly moved onto the next one, and it said something about how this could be a meaning that your Angels are trying to get some messages across to you.And then it started to explain , something about Angel Numbers.

Ok, so I was going crazy.Why was I reading about all of this??

I quickly closed the tabs, I didn’t have the time to think about mythical beings and the possibility of their existence.

Really??Numerlogy??

Guardians??Angels??? How did people even write about this stuff??

There existence wasn’t true, surely.

My mother had been the kindest person id ever known, and if she had an angel watching over her, her Life wouldn’t have been what it had been.

All of this was nothing but a source of giving an unnecessary illusion of hope to the mind.

An Illusion of Hope, which would only get shattered by the Reality of the world.

So there was absolutely no point in giving any heed to all of this.

I heard Uncle Jack call out to me, and I shut my laptop and walked to him.

Maybe, grief was starting to take over my mind, and I was loosing my ability to think straight.

Yes, this was exactly what it was!

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Khushi just lost her mother the only parent she had all her life she was her mother cum sister cum friend so obviously after her sudden death she was all broken but now her guardian angel is sending Arnav to sort out miseries in her life n to make her a strong girl.

Khushi will believe in angles, soon 😊

Guess Arnav wasn't exactly clear in his signals to Khushi. How was she supposed o figure it out?

Wow, a new story. Looking forward to it.

Khushi is going through a tough time. Her mother passed away and her boyfriend was cheating on her.

Arnav, an angel assigned to her tried to help her by sending her signs .but she was too deep in her sorrow that she missed the messages her Angel was sending her.

Arnav was waiting for a promotion but before that, he had to help Khushi fix her life and the only way he could do that to come to her world.

Interesting concept. Looking foward to the first chapter.

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Very interesting concept. looking forward to this story dear.

I am enjoying this story. So Angel Arnav has 2 months to get Khushi's life on track.