His second wife

Chapter 4

Muskan sat in the car with kids and they drove away. It was her daily routine she used to go to bakery with kids. She loved to bake it was her escape from every negative thought. She is thankful her grandma agreed to enroll her to baking classes after completing the course she was able to open a bakery shop. It was small yet cosy many coustomer were permanent because of the level of pure bliss her cakes provided them.
. The kids were talking in their own while she sat lost in thoughts thinking about how her life turned. She never expected the husband wife relationship between them and it was clear when she was returning from her grandma's house. Her grandma saw the girls condition she scolded her and made her dress like newly wed. Muskan was innocently beautiful never in her life she felt herself beautiful because of the inner scars she had they were buried deep inside but still hurted her.

That day her grandma made her wear a white anarkali and dolled her up for her husband.

Muskan loved gajras she wore them everyday. The smell of flowers calmed her down. It made her remember her parents who used to plant these flowers in their garden.
People thought of her as old fashioned but she never cared Gajras are love for her.

When she went back home everyone complimented her and praised her beauty but she was waiting for a certain someone he did nothing but gave a cold glare to her and went to his room. Her heart pricked but she did not let it effect her. She slowly went to his room to give him his evening tea she was returning back when she heard

"Aap aisi koshishe na karein behtar hoga,hum apko koi jhuthi tassali nhi denge. Hamari biwi ki aakhiri khwaish puri ki hai humne or kuch nhi"(Don't try any of these. I will not give you false hopes. I am just fulfilling my wife's last wish nothing more)

he said he didn't know why but he found it necessary to make it clear to her that she shouldn't hope for anything not even a compliment when she gets ready.

"Ji vo m-ai *sigh* aap fikar na kare mai smjhti hu. Or taiaar hona muze psnd hai" (That i- don't worry i understand you. And i like getting ready)

She made her point clear infront of him making him astonished. She turned her heels and left from there.

For her getting ready was the way by which she can hide those ugly scars, she can cover it up was all those jewellery and make up. She was a fragile flower who could get blown away just by a little force of wind.

The difference between Rosie and Muskan were drastic. Rosie was bold whereas muskan was shy bean. Rosie was sexyly gorgeous and muskan was elegantly beautiful. One was north so other was south.

The car stopped she kissed the kids goodbye and went inside her bakery.
The bakery was not far but she liked the kids company that's why she came with them and went back walking.

She remembers her relationship with the family members. Mumma was always nice to her and openly welcoming so was baba. They saw her as their own daughter whom they forever wanted. It was their dream to have a daughter whom they cherish till their last breath their jigar ka tukda. But they couldn't and when they got muskan she became their Jigar ka Tukda. She loved them as much as they loved her.

Rudra Bhai was helping not very cold but not very friendly he knew his wife was distant so maintained it too not wanting to get between the ladies.

Kids knew no difference for them her angel chachi who came to save their chacha. Even they have seen Raghav in a very miserable condition. After getting married he stopped drinking and he himself don't know why but he did.
Nandini was cold to her only work talks nothing else. The house helpers were friendly but some were rude. She didn't complaint after all she got a family after ages.
The family love which she forever craved for. Though her grandma filled every void place in her life but she still couldn't help but blame herself that her grandpa left her when she decided to take muskan in. Her grandpa was not very fond of muskans father and that's why he didn't liked this little flower too. He had his reasons he left. She has seen her grandma crying for him she couldn't help but blame herself. She thinks what if she wasn't born? It would have been much better that way. But yet again we should not think such things life is beautiful and God has plans for everyone. We shouldn't loose hope.
Starting her day she changed before getting to work the place was small he didn't needed helpers. Though the demands were high she still managed all herself. With passing time she was emerged in her work.

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