Part 3 in Devansh Series
Standing before each other are Sonakshi and Alaknanda. Torn between duty and emotion, will Alaknanda overturn the series of events before them? Or would Alaknanda and Sonakshi have to fight each other?
The Final Installment...
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A father pretty much takes up a large part of a girl's life. All the father figures that I had in my life before my father were pretty much amazing people who always taught me to stand for the right thing. Daksh Mantri, my Nana, was one of the people known for his humanitarian work all over Uttarakhand. That made him a political figure.
Mahendra Raisingh, one of the Inspectors of the city, had almost been present in my life. A man who stood for the people and worked for the people. An officer that I always idolized. His dedication to people was such that people of Rishikesh knew to reach out to him at any time of the year. So much that people in the dead of night could ring his doorbell and he will come to help them. Service to people didn't see a time. He was always the first one to reach out when there was a mess in the city. Even with threats on himself, he always worked tirelessly towards society.
Arijit Parag, the Deputy Superintendent of Police in Rishikesh, a friend of Nana's and one of the people I almost grew up with. He had been one of the driving forces behind my habit of never backing down once I see something wrong happening. He had taught me to stand up to whatever is wrong and face it. The first one who taught me to build up the courage to stand up to anyone who does wrong. The one who taught me that I have the strength to stand up. Everyone has that courage, just that some people don't recognize it.
These three father figures I had before knowing my truth had influenced me quite a bit. I'd say Nana was very careful about the influences we had in our lives. He was always informed about the people I hung out with. Even if I didn't tell him about them, he would find out when he hears about them. He was quick to push away all the influences that could disturb the morals he was putting in us.
After them, I came across Guru Vashista and Guru Parshuram. Both of them had cemented several beliefs of mine. The most ideal people to be in the company of. Guru Parshuram had taught me to fight back no matter how hard it is. Fight back till the time I have the last breath. He had made me strong enough to keep fighting back.
Guru Vashista taught me to believe in myself before anything. He taught me to recognize myself in the true sense.
Then there was my own father. Could there be anyone I could more look up to more? I had the best idols in my life to look up to. All of them encouraged me to be more than just a career-specific person. They taught me what kind of human to be rather than what profession to take up.
All these people were the ones who have been the driving force behind my character.
Vidhyut Diteya, the second son of Diti and Maharishi Kashyap, was pretty much a decent father in comparison with all the fathers I have seen in Patala till now. There was Virat who has quite a few sons from his concubines. But to be honest, he's a terrible father. I remember meeting one of them when I had come to retrieve Vijaya. Sure, he was killed in the blast. I never heard Virat ever mourning that death. There was Payal and Yashasvi's father. The one who was quite ready to give away his children as gifts to receive a specific position.
