Threads of Silver (indefinite hold)

The Fatal Flaw

" We all are made entirely of flaws, stitched together with our intentions"

That evening Jasmine frantically paced the length of her room as Tejo sat on the bed and watched her. "Tejo main kya pehenu annual function ke liye? I have nothing to wear!" she whined as she bit her nails nervously.  

Tejo laughed seeing her sister stressing over her outfit. Jasmine frowned at the sound of Tejo's laughter. "Main yaha pe itni tension mein hoon aur tujhe hassi aarahi hai!" saying so Jasmine rolled her dupatta and tossed it at Tejo. 

"Arey arey gussa mat kar, main to bas yeh soch rahi thi ki agar tere paas pehene ke liye kuch nahi hai toh yeh kapdo ka dher kya hai?" Tejo said gesturing toward the messy pile of clothes that had accumulated on the floor. 

Jasmine huffed "Tejo tu hi choose kar na, I always wear what you choose anyway"

Getting up Tejo sorted through the pile of clothes before picking up a sky blue suit. "Yeh le Jassu, badi soni jajegi tujh par" 

Taking it Jasmine beamed "Main do ghanto se dhoond rahi kuch pehen ne ke liye aur tune do minute mein meri problem solve kardi. Thank you Tejo! Tere bina mera kya hota!" She exclaimed before engulfing Tejo into a bear hug. 

"By the way, what are you wearing?" Jasmine questioned as she parted. 

Tejo removed a lilac suit from the cupboard "this with the jhumkas on the dressing table" she said handing it to Jasmine. 

Jasmine placing the suit on the bed picked up the earrings from the dressing table. They were simple oxidised earrings. 

"Tejo these jhumka's are beautiful, can I wear them instead? they would look good with my suit also...please?" Jasmine pleaded, giving her the best puppy eyes she could. 

Tejo laughed "Chal dramebaaz, maine kabhi mana kia hai? rakh le, nautanki ki koyi zarurat nahi hai!" 

For Tejo no materialistic item came before the smile that graced Jasmine's face when she said yes and for Jasmine she was comfortable around Tejo to blatantly ask for things. Jasmine always looked at Tejo as a role model, a person she aspired to be like. Tejo was the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect human being. While Tejo topped in studies, Jasmine would get average scores. While Tejo chose the most beautiful of clothes her own choice was average. While Tejo was perfect and flawless she was average and flawed. 

Seeing Tejo as this flawless person Jasmine's wish to become like her elder sister grew so strong that she started liking everything her sister picked out for herself. From clothes and jewellery to even food and hobbies. It wasn't a conscious effort, her subconscious made these choices for her. And somewhere in this process Jasmine lost her uniqueness, she lost her personality, she lost her herself. The only thing that was her own was her dream. Her dream of living in Canada. Maybe that is why she was so attached to it, maybe that is why she clung on to it, because that was her, that was what she truly desired. The only part of her that still remained. 

What Jasmine couldn't see was that Tejo was as flawed as her, just in a different way. While Tejo succeeded academically, Jasmin thrived socially. Unlike Jasmine, Tejo wasn't a social butterfly, she couldn't form friendships within seconds. Tejo stuck to her family and a few professor friends. Tejo was often left alone, always feeling awkward and estranged.

Tejo put herself second, always. And that wasn't easy, killing her happiness, killing her desires, every step of the way killed her inside but when she saw the few people she truly loved happy it would all be worth it.  

To nobody's knowledge Tejo had rejected an offer to pursue her Phd in Moga. The Phd is her dream but she knew her family needs money, if she stopped working there won't be sufficient money flowing in. Moreover, she had only saved half the money she needed for the Phd so she had to wait, she deferred the offer for a year, in two weeks it was the deadline. If she rejected it again this year the offer would be invalid. 

On the other side of town Fateh was boiling with rage. 

"Mujhe, mujhe principal ki dhamki deti hai woh shadain! She has no clue who I am! I am not a student that she will lecture and boss around, I am Fateh Singh Virk National Boxing Champion!" Fateh ranted

"Fateh thand rakh" Buzzo his dearest cousin said 

"Why are you boiling your blood anyway, relax a little" Amrik chipped in. 

But Fateh couldn't relax, he wouldn't relax. The woman had lectured him, she hadn't even let him explain. How dare she? Fateh wasn't going to let this go, he wasn't going to take this lightly. He will teach that arrogant woman a lesson she would remember. 

Grabbing the keys of his jeep he stormed out, he needed a ride, he needed open air, he needed the wind against him to think again. His mind was figged with anger and he didn't like that. Anger was something that was easy to bring about in Fateh, he was hot headed, easily mad, easily upset but also easily pacified. 

Fateh pushed the accelerator harder as his car raced down the empty street. It was midnight, everyone was home asleep. It was these kind of long drives in the dead of the night that calmed Fateh down, ones he would truly enjoy. For a brief moment he closed his eyes, enjoying the weather and when he opened them it was too late. 

His car rammed into something or someone, he didn't know. His car came to an abrupt halt and Fateh's heart beats went wild. Had he just killed somebody? Hopping down from his jeep he went to see what exactly had happened. 

There lay a woman, her hair covering her face and blood drenching her clothes. This did not look good.

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