𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟔 ：𝑬𝒌 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂 ✓

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘐𝘐. 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵

Edward stood silently by the edge of the bed, staring at the worn photograph in his hand. The edges were frayed, and time had faded the once-vivid colors, but the woman in the image remained etched in his memory. He didn’t know if she was alive or dead, yet a faint, stubborn hope clung to his heart—a belief that somewhere, somehow, she was waiting for him too.

Snapping the suitcase shut with a determined hand, Edward turned to his young son. "Raghav," he said firmly, "Chalo, chalte hain tumhari maa ke paas"

{Let’s go to your mother.}

Raghav’s small frame bolted across the room, his wide, curious eyes sparkling with hope. Edward grasped his son’s hand tightly as they stepped out into the crisp, early morning air.

The journey was relentless. Edward drove through unfamiliar streets and stopped at countless homes, showing the photograph of the woman to anyone who would look. Yet, the faces staring back at him mirrored only confusion. No one recognized her.

As the hours stretched on, Edward’s car rolled to a halt in front of a serene garden. A burst of color from rows of marigolds and jasmine caught his eye, their fragrance carried on the light breeze. Something about the place felt significant, though he couldn’t explain why.

Throwing the car door open, Edward stepped out, his voice breaking the quiet. "Meera!" he called, his tone a mix of desperation and longing. "Meera! Please, bahar aao!"

{Meera! Please, come out!}

Silence.

Edward called again, louder this time. "Meera! Meera!"

An elderly man emerged from a small house by the garden, his expression lined with annoyance. "Kyun chilla rahe ho? Sunayi de raha hai!"
{Why are you shouting? I can hear you perfectly fine!}

Edward turned to him, his tone imploring. "Dada, kya aapko Meera… woh jo yahan rehti thi… pata hai woh kaha hai?"

{Uncle, do you know Meera? The one who used to work here? Do you know where she is?}

The old man’s brows furrowed, suspicion creeping into his voice. "Meera beti yahin kaam karti hai," he said after a pause. "Aaj usne chhutti li hai. Uske bachon ka janamdin jo hai."

{Meera works here. She took a day off today because it’s her children’s birthday.}

Edward’s shoulders sagged in relief, but before he could speak, the old man’s sharp gaze narrowed. "Aur tum kaun ho? Angrezi ho na? Itni achhi Hindi kaise bolte ho? Kya kaam hai Meera se?"

{And who are you? You’re a Britisher, aren’t you? How do you speak such fluent Hindi? What do you want with Meera?}

Edward hesitated, words failing him. Finally, he met the man’s eyes, his voice laden with urgency. "Dada, main sab kuch baad mein samjhaunga. Filhaal mujhe uske paas le chaliye. Mujhe uski bohot zarurat hai."

{Uncle, I’ll explain everything later. Right now, please take me to her. I need her desperately.}

The sincerity in his voice softened the old man’s suspicion. With a thoughtful nod, the man said, "Beta, waise bhi main shaam ko uske ghar ja raha hoon. Uske bachon ke janamdin ke liye. Tum bhi mere saath chalo, main tumhari mulaqat karwa dunga."

{Son, I’m visiting her house in the evening for her children’s birthday. You can come with me. I’ll take you to her.}

Edward exhaled deeply, a flicker of hope rekindling within him. "Thank you, Dada," he said, his gratitude palpable.

As they walked back to the car, Edward clenched the photograph tighter. This was it. A step closer to her. To Meera..

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