Author's pov
A man came out of the slum by holding the hand of his 11 year old boy. The man is holding a small drum on his hand, while his son is holding a flute. Their dresses are very old. They both are wearing dhoti and a faded ganji. They also has turban in their heads.
"Baba...."
The little boy called his father.
"Yes, Amir...."
His father stared at him with a happy smile.
"Baba,,how long we have to earn like this?
The boy named Amir asked his father.
"Like this means?"
"Like... beggars"
Amir said.
His father chuckled.
"Who told you we are beggars?"
"Everyone says that..."
Amir said in a very sad tone.
"We are not beggars...we are artist and always remember Amir,,, Art has no boundary...no matter what the society says, an artist always should love his art more than anything "
Amir stared at his father and smiled.
"But baba,,,I want to be a rich man"
He said innocently.
"Money can't buy happiness....tell me when you feel very happy?"
Amir think for a while and then he replied.
"I felt happy when I sing and dance with you"
A very proud smile appeared on his father's face.
"Yes, son...this is the real happiness..."
They both held each others hands and walked towards the road.
Amir and his father lived in a small village of Rajasthan. They came in the city every year to earn some money by singing and dancing in the road. This year they also came for that.
.................................
Sanjh was standing in the balcony with a sad face. Rudra's mother Sikha was passing from there. Suddenly she found Sanjh standing like that. She smiled a bit and walked near her.
"Why our little Sanjh is so sad? Why she is not dancing today?"
She asked while pulling her cheek.
Sanjh stared at her and Sikha was shocked to find her puffy eyes.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
She asked while cupping her face. She loves this cute girl very much. She is such a fresh air in this dark environment.
"Rudra scared me today....for him, Mahi di slapped me"
She said with her quivering lips.
"Awww...baby...come here"
Sikha hugged her softly and started to caress her cheek.
"Don't cry Sanjh...I will scold Rudra"
She started to pat her head softly. She has noticed one thing that Sanjh's mother Priya always pamper her other two kids more than Sanjh. It felt like Priya doesn't care about Sanjh that much.
"Tell me, what do you want? How can I cheer your mood?"
Sikha asked her. Sanjh didn't say anything.
Suddenly Sikha found Rudra standing infront of them.
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Forever Mine - A Tale of His Merciless Love
Romance"From today I own you completely" She looked at him in confusion. His eyes were looking so intense. "From today I'm caging you completely in my life" She got a bit scared. "Rudra...." He placed his index finger on her lips. "You are mine....No matt...
