Leelawati entered inside Ishani's semi darkened room and found Ishani sitting on the floor. Her back supported against the bed with dishevelled hair and blank eyes staring at a photograph .
"Ishu beta kya baat hai?" Leelawati asked but got no response in return
Leelawati peeped at the picture only to find Kartavya's face and she understood that something has happened which is guaranteed related to Kartavya.
She shook Ishani's shoulder and asked once again "what's wrong?"
Ishani raised her eyes and had a 2 second glance at Leelawati's face
"Mom........tell me am i your own biological daughter?" Ishani asked
"What kind of question is this?"
"Answer me mom"
"Yes without any second thought, you are my blood daughter" Leelawati spoke
"Then this time there will be a blood war" Ishani muttered with evilness
Understanding the pain and seriousness in her voice, Leelawati questioned "What's the matter?"
Ishani narrated the whole commotion that took place between her and Geetanjali. Leelawati wasn't able to bear the humiliation that her daughter faced few hours ago.
"Agar mein aap ki beti hun toh phir mere mein bhi wahi aag hai.........agar apne kisiko pane ke liye sare hade par Kari thi toh mein bhi Kartavya ke liye sari hadon ko par kar jaungi" saying so she started smearing the ashes of Kartavya burnt shirts, all over her body.
Leelawati was silently watching her daughter's madness but this time she too was determined to help her daughter.
"Indeed the history will repeat" Leelawati silently promised Ishani to break the newly developing bond between Kartavya and Geetanjali.
NEXT MORNING
Geetanjali woke up, only to find Kartavya's side empty. Caressing his side of the bed with a faint smile, she admired her budding relation with her husband.
Knotting her hair into a messy bun she left the bed to begin her daily morning routine. While taking a shower, she looked at the mirror only to recall the memories of her helping Kartavya to have a clean shave. A small blush crept into her face remembering about their moments.
Coming out of the shower, she entered into her closet. Scanning through the clothes she smiled again falling back in the memory lane of how peculiar was Kartavya while selecting clothes for her. Indeed his choices are worth appreciation.
Selecting her saree she got herself dressed.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
(Geetanjali's look)
While drying her hair, Geetanjali brushed her fingers in her lengthening soft hair strands. Her subconscious mind without any delay made her realised that this is Kartavya's hardwork. It was he who wanted his wife with long hairs, instead of taunting or humiliating her, he himself put efforts so that she could have long hairs.
