Meera (Her supporter) shubman gill

Part 2

November, 2006

The wails of grief echoed through the Kohli mansion. The house, once filled with laughter and warmth, was now drowning in sorrow. Relatives and close friends had gathered, their faces painted with shock and disbelief as they tried to comprehend the tragedy that had unfolded.

How had this happened? How had their world shattered overnight?

Earlier that morning

The sun had barely risen when Mrs. Saroj Kohli heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, she hurried to open the door, unaware that her world was about to collapse.

As she pulled the door open, a police officer stood before her. His expression was solemn.

"Is this the house of Prem Kohli?" he asked.

Confused, she nodded. "Yes, it is."

At her confirmation, the officer signaled to the men standing behind him. Two ward boys stepped forward, carrying something between them. As they entered the mansion, Mrs. Kohli's heart dropped—two bodies, covered in white sheets, were placed gently in the middle of the living room.

Panic surged through her veins. "What is this?" she demanded, her voice trembling.

The officer turned to one of the ward boys and gave a nod. Obediently, the man pulled back the white sheet from one of the bodies.

A blood-curdling scream tore through the silence.

"PREM!"

Her cry was so loud, so full of agony, that it jolted the entire household awake. One by one, family members rushed out of their rooms, their hearts pounding with fear.

"What happened?" someone asked as they reached the living room.

And then, silence.

The sight before them sent shivers down their spines—Prem Kohli's lifeless body lay before them, his face pale and devoid of the warmth they had always known.

In that moment, an 18-year-old boy broke free from the crowd and ran toward the body, his knees hitting the cold marble floor.

"Dad..." His voice cracked as tears blurred his vision. "Dad, wake up..."

Virat Kohli sobbed uncontrollably, shaking his father's lifeless form as if that alone could bring him back. His elder siblings soon joined him, their cries of anguish filling the mansion.

Mrs. Kohli collapsed onto the floor, too numb to react, too broken to speak. Her sister-in-law rushed to her side, wrapping her arms around her trembling form. Prem's mother, too, was inconsolable, her frail hands clutching at her saree as she mourned the loss of her son.

Amidst the chaos, nobody noticed the second body lying on the floor—until Mohan, Prem's younger brother, finally spoke.

"Who is the other...?" His voice trailed off as dread filled the room.

Only then did everyone turn their gaze toward the other lifeless figure, their breath hitching in their throats.

"This body was found alongside Prem Kohli's," the police officer explained. "When we examined their belongings, we discovered that she was his wife."

A collective gasp filled the room.

"That's impossible!" Mohan exclaimed. "Bhai's wife is right here—Saroj bhabhi!"

Confusion and shock gripped the family.

Vikas, Virat's elder brother, hesitantly stepped forward. With trembling fingers, he pulled back the sheet covering the mysterious woman.

The moment he saw her face, he froze.

"Who is she?" Mohan whispered, but no one had an answer.

The police officer cleared his throat and continued, "When we found them, they were holding hands, and this woman was wearing a mangalsutra. Inside the locket, we found this photograph—"

He held up a small, faded picture. The entire family gasped as they saw it.

It was a wedding photograph. Prem Kohli and the unknown woman stood together, garlands around their necks, smiles on their faces.

The truth hit them like a thunderbolt.

"Bhai had another wife?" Mohan's voice wavered in disbelief.

But before anyone could respond, the officer spoke again. "There was also a baby with them."

Another wave of shock rippled through the room.

A nurse stepped inside, cradling a small child in her arms. The baby, barely a year old, had bandages wrapped around her tiny forehead, a few scratches visible on her soft skin.

She had survived.

And with her survival, the Kohli family's life had changed forever.

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O my god isn't it exciting see i told you people it is so do you people have any idea what is going to happen no na then please vote for it so that we can move forward . and ya it's a small chapter kind of preview   type but the upcoming chapters are going to be long atleast 1000 words.