Sajeev was holding vyom tightly in his arms as if he would disappear if he let go even a second...
Vyom was also feeling at peace hugging his bhaiya...
Vyom: I missed you bhaiya....you will not leave your kiddo alone again right...
Sajeev had tears listening to his baby's scared voice....
Sajeev: Never my baccha...never...I'll NOT LET YOU GO .... AND EVEN IF YOU GO AWAY.... I'LL FIND YOU FROM THE DEPTS OF HELL AND BRING YOU BACK TO ME....
Both held on to each other as the sun rose to a new beginning.....
WAQT AISE BEET JATA HAIN AUR HUME AISAS BHI NAHI HOTA....TABTAK JABTAK WOH WAQT HUMARE DIL MAIN YAADEIN BANKAR DASTAK NA KARE....
(P.S: this is written by your writer...her own words...tried something new...do tell me how did you like these lines in comments )
Aisi hi waqt bitagaya...aur hamare "SHIV" bhi bade hote gaye....nayi mukam asil karne lage... aapna naam...apni kudki pechaan banathe gaye....
But in all this one thing was constant for all the brothers....their love for their little one...their baby....Vyom Bawa...he had grown up to be a handsome man just like his Baba....that's what he calls Sajeev..
Vyom has become more naughty over the years....but he's very mature when the time comes....
He's attending college and has choosen business administration as his subject just like his bhaiya/Baba....
He's a rockstar in making ...he releases new songs everyday in his YouTube channel....he's an influencer.....very popular among youth....very soon he's going to launch his own labels and is very excited about it...but as they say never expect anything from destiny...you never know what's stored in your future....
Vyom was sitting in his studio which was created by his brothers as his birthday gift...he was strumming a tune....off late his nightmares...or to be precise flashbacks of his past birth was occuring regularly....he was confused and terrified...he could listen to the voices clearly but how hard he tried he couldn't see their faces...
Suddenly his guitar strings broke.....
Vyom: uff...babaji...why do you love to trouble this cute creation of yours...now I have to walk upto the store room just to get my guitar strings....all thanks to hero...he hid my guitar strings just to annoy me.... sometimes I feel I'm mature than hero....but please babaji don't tell hero that I was complaining about him... because no matter what hero is my best friend....my saviour after bhaiyu offcourse....hehe....
With this he went upto the store room muttering harmless words to his beloved hero....
Vyom: arree where did it go....I had seen hero hiding it somewhere near by....
Suddenly his hand got stuck in something and in his struggle to free his hand...he pulled the cover from a large photoframe...but vyom being vyom was unaware of his doings and was only searching for his guitar strings....
Vyom: aaahhh....this is too much...I'll complain to Baba about hero....how will I play my guitar without them....
Finally he found it "Yess.... finally I found them....thank you babaji...aapne bachalia..."
He was about to walk away when he saw the mess he had made while searching for his guitar strings....
Vyom: ayyo...babaji....I have to clean this mess other wise Baba will blast me off...
He started arranging things neatly as he was a clean freak....
All of a sudden he turned towards the big photoframe....it was not fully covered but it was not properly visible too...
Vyom's heart started beating fastly...he was feeling restless with each step he took towards the photo frame....
He slowly went to the photo and held the cover and removed it completely....
And what he saw made the ground beneath him slip off.....
Because he saw the photo of the man he saw in his dreams which shocked him....
Vyom: wh..oo...who...is this man in this photoframe....why does he keep on occurring in my dreams....And why his photo is in our store room...what is this unsolved puzzle that keeps on haunting me....who is he to me....kya rista hain mera inse....
Suddenly his head started paining with flashbacks....vyom held his head in pain and agony.....
Flashback:
"Two persons were arguing with each other....one of the person was the man in the photo frame....
Tum kabhi apni pariwar se apna sach sabit nahi karpaoge....Alvida mere dost...Goodbye Mr PRATHAM...and he was shot dead...."
Vyom opened his eyes in shock..."This person is PRATHAM....MY FATHER...the man who haunts my dreams is none other than my own FATHER...."
"Daastan hai yeh ke
Jo pehchanta hai khooni ko
Woh naujawan hai laut ke aaya..
Janmon ki, karmon ki hai kahani jise
Kehte hain Om shanti om.."
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