Amrit walked out of the washroom wearing a simple orange colored salwar kameez. Her hair were wet and she was drying them with a towel. She then applied kajal and put on her dupatta. That night was her mehendi and she was desperate to visit the radio station one last time. Uday was her only hope. She rushed to his room.
Uday was lighting the diya in front of his parents' portraits. His mother Vandana Sahni and father Brij Kishore Sahni had died long back when he was only ten years old. But lalaji had raised him as his own son. He was even more pampered than Bhanu.
"Maaji, bauji," he said to his parents' portraits," apke aashirwad se I have been selected to represent my college in the Lahore hockey championship. One day, I will play for the nation."
"Veerji," said Amrit standing at the door.
"Come in Amru," he said cleaning his hockey stick.
"Veerji," she said," I.......I need your help. Please veerji, just one last time."
"Whats the matter Amru?" he asked.
" I want to visit the radio station," she said with pleading eyes.
"What!" said Uday shocked beyond belief at the thought of the bride to be stepping out of the house.
"But how Amru? Its your mehendi tonight. There are so many guests in the house and........"
"Menu pata hai veerji," she said with moist eyes, " thats why I have come to you. Please help me veerji."
"But why is it so important?" he asked her.
Amrit recalled the moment Randheer had asked her to marry him.
"Why should we tell you everything?"said Vashma walking in,"hamare bhi kuch sapne hain, hamare bhi kuch raaz hain."
"But all of Amrit's dreams are being fulfilled today," he said," she is getting married to a good man. She has the glow of haldi, her hands are going to be adorned with henna, she is going to wear the most beautiful clothes............what else does a girl want?"
"What else does a girl want?" the words echoed loud and clear in Amrit's head. Even her veerji had failed to understand her. With a sad face, she turned around to leave.
"I have a plan," said Vashma," In the afternoon Bhanu veerji and Saroj bhabhi are going to the radio station. One of the staff members there is lalji's old friend. Though lalji had sent their family the wedding card, he still insists on him and his family being personally invited again. We can think of some excuse to send Amrit with them."
"We dont need any excuse," said Uday," Amrit shall tell tauji that she wants to go as well. He wont deny her any wish given the fact that she is to leave in few days time."
And so it happened. Lalji agreed on sending Amrit with Bhanu and Saroj, though he was suspicious as to why she wanted to go there.
RADIO STATION, LAHORE
Amrit walked towards one corner where she had met Randheer two years ago. Tears flowed down her angelic face smearing her kajal all over her face. She began to wipe her face with a handkerchief when she heard the sound of footsteps.
OM NIVAS
Vashma was sitting in Amrit's room. She was reminiscing the time they had spent together. She opened the cupboard and looked at their dresses. The school dress, the white ribbons, the navratri lehengas, the eid outfits........all lay there. The very thought of the room being empty after Amrit's wedding made her soul shiver with grief.
"What are you doing here?" Uday asked walking in.
"Nothing," she said wiping her tears.
"I know that you are upset about Amrit leaving this house but.........."
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