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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If you had told me some while ago that one day, I would find the golden trio sitting by our spot on the beach of Ganges, I wouldn't have believed you. But now, when I'm there in that moment, I had to believe it.
It made more and more sense why several times it had been noted by some sages that essentially, maa and mama were the same. They are exactly like twins. Mama spent elaborate time looking for the perfect jhumka for maa as they both stood by the handicraft shop. Almost annoying baba but he maintained calm, like always. Even if they're different from him in certain things, he loves them the most.
"Adii!!!" A gang of people showed up. Adi's friends from school. Adi quickly got up and shot off, putting a good amount of distance between them and herself.
"I can explain. I really didn't take my phone." She defended herself.
"Just because we give you some importance you think that you can just randomly disappear? You send a message through people I have never seen in Rishikesh but not say a word about where you are or what happened to you." Maithili, one of her friends, accused her.
"Yaar, come on. It was a very difficult space."
"Patal mein thi ya swarga thi? You couldn't find a single phone to call up and bother telling people whether you are alive or dead?"
"Actually!!! It was Patal."
"Don't act coy, Alaknanda Mantri." She warned.
"Should we help her?" Maa asked.
"Nah. This is her problem." I shook my head. "Don't worry about it."
Maithili stopped instantly when her eyes fell on Mama. She let the end of the hockey stick rest on the ground and leaned on it, staring at him.
"Since when did you have a brother?" She asked.
"He isn't my brother. He is my father."
Maithili burst into laughter. Crazy laughter.
"My dad will look like his father and you're telling me that he is your father? Good joke." She commented.
Only the problem was that Mama was practically older than her ancestors. Practically older than Brahma dev himself. Just that, Mama chooses to resemble a cheeky young man in his early to mid-20s. Only slightly ever older than Omkara in appearance. Pretty yellow kurta with white trousers.
"Pray to tell me why?" Mama asked, letting her answer amuse him.
"You're literally nothing like a 'dad'."
"That is rather vague. What is the deciding factor for how fathers look and how they don't?"
"Well, for one, dads' don't abandon their children," Maithili commented, slightly acidic.
