Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 26

Prabhneet Kaur

Resting my head on my Dadis lap, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander to Aman. The mere idea of him forcing me into a marriage sent shivers down my spine. Would he really go to such lengths to control my life? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but amidst the fear, I found solace in the unwavering support of my brothers. They were my protectors, my guardians, and I knew deep down that they would never let any harm befall me.

As I lay there, my mind filled with doubts and worries, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. My sister, my confidante, was always by my side. We shared an unbreakable bond, one that transcended any obstacle that came our way. I knew that she would stand up for me, fight for my freedom, and ensure that my voice was heard. Together, we were a force to be reckoned with, and no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them head-on.

The weight of the world seemed to lift off my shoulders as I nestled closer to my Dadis lap. In that moment, I realized that I was not alone in this battle. My family, my pillars of strength, were there for me, ready to shield me from any harm that threatened to disrupt my happiness. With their unwavering love and support, I felt empowered, knowing that I had a safety net of love and protection surrounding me. No matter what Aman's intentions were, I was confident that my family's love would guide me through the storm and lead me towards a future where my dreams and desires were my own.

Out of nowhere, a sharp ring echoes through the house, jolting me from my peaceful reverie. Startled, my brother swiftly rises from his seat and strides towards the front door, curiosity etched across his face. With a sense of anticipation, I follow closely behind, eager to discover the source of this unexpected interruption.

As the door swings open, my eyes widen in delight as I catch sight of my beloved sisters standing on the threshold. A surge of joy courses through my veins, propelling me forward in a flurry of excitement. Without a moment's hesitation, I throw my arms around each of them, embracing them tightly, as if trying to make up for all the time we've been apart.

But the reunion doesn't end there. As I release my sisters from my embrace, my gaze falls upon a group of energetic youngsters, my nephews, who have accompanied them. Unable to contain my overflowing affection, I rush towards them, my heart brimming with love. One by one, I wrap my arms around each of them, cherishing the warmth and innocence that radiates from their young souls. In that moment, surrounded by the embrace of family, I am reminded of the immeasurable joy that comes from these precious connections.

As we all gathered on the cozy couch, my three sister-in-laws and I took charge of serving refreshing drinks to everyone. The room was filled with laughter and chatter as we carefully prepared the beverages, ensuring each glass was filled to perfection. The clinking of ice cubes and the gentle fizz of carbonated drinks added a delightful ambiance to the gathering.

Meanwhile, my brothers busied themselves in the kitchen, skillfully arranging an array of delectable snacks on trays. The aroma of freshly baked goodies wafted through the air, teasing our taste buds and making our mouths water in anticipation. They meticulously garnished each platter, adding a touch of elegance to the spread. The sound of crisp chips being poured into bowls and the rustling of wrappers created a symphony of snack preparation.

With the drinks and snacks ready, we all settled back onto the couch, finding our comfortable spots amidst the cushions. The room was filled with a sense of warmth and togetherness as we shared stories, jokes, and memories. The clinking of glasses and the occasional crunch of a chip provided a delightful soundtrack to our conversations. It was a perfect moment, surrounded by loved ones, enjoying each other's company and savoring the delicious treats we had prepared together.

Kanwar jija beckoned me over, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. I obliged, taking a seat beside him, unsure of what was about to unfold. His voice was gentle yet firm as he began to speak, his words carrying a weight that demanded my attention.

"Prabh, I want you to know that I would never push you into something you're not ready for," he started, his tone laced with sincerity. "But I truly believe that marrying Aman is the right path for you."

Shocked by his unexpected suggestion, I couldn't help but let out a cry of disbelief. "Jija, how can you say this?" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and frustration. The thought of marrying Aman had never crossed my mind, and the mere mention of it sent waves of uncertainty crashing over me.

In response, Kanwar jija leaned closer, his eyes filled with a deep understanding. "Prabh, please try to understand," he pleaded, his voice softening. "Aman loves you unconditionally, and I have witnessed the way he cares for you. He will always be there to support and protect you."

As his words sank in, I couldn't help but feel torn between my own desires and the well-intentioned advice of Kanwar jija. The weight of his words lingered in the air, leaving me to contemplate the possibility of a future with Aman. Was it truly the right choice for me? Could I find happiness in a marriage that was not born out of my own heart's desires?

Deep down, I knew that Kanwar jija only wanted what was best for me. His concern was genuine, and his belief in Aman's love for me was unwavering. Yet, the decision to marry someone should never be taken lightly. It required careful consideration and a true understanding of one's own heart.

In that moment, I realized that I needed time to reflect and truly understand my own feelings. Kanwar jija's words had planted a seed of doubt within me, and it was up to me to nurture it and see if it would grow into something more.

I shifted my gaze towards my sister, her eyes filled with an unspoken plea. It was a look that tugged at my heartstrings, making it impossible for me to bear witness to her anguish any longer.

With a heavy sigh, I finally relented, my voice trembling as I spoke the words she so desperately wanted to hear. "Alright," I conceded, a single tear betraying my inner turmoil as it trickled down my cheek. In that moment, I realized that I had made a decision that would forever alter the course of my life.

As I affixed my signature to the document before me, a sense of resignation washed over me. It was as if I had just surrendered my freedom, willingly sacrificing my own happiness for the sake of my sister's. The weight of my choice settled upon my shoulders, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had just sealed my fate.