Siblings who had solace in the presence of each other, get trapped in the web of fate and luck, embark on their saga how they battle through the game of destiny called life, shielding each other from any problem hurled towards them.
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Victorian styled room, moderately lit as if is out from a horror movie. The blue uniformed man who guided, left after thanking the pair of siblings, repeating the word of gratitude, Agastya handed him a few notes worth thousands, hands joined, genuine smile tugged on his lips.
"Agastya Sahab, aapne kyun pareshaani uthai, humein bula liya hota," The director of the university appeared, clad in grey suit, chuckled, walking towards them, he shook hands with Agastya, "Aapke ek phone pe poora university hazir hoti." Joining his hands when his brown eyes met Roshni's dark azure eyes.
("Agastya why did you trouble yourself, you should have called us over." "At your call we would have presented the whole of university in front of you.")
Repeating his gesture, they settled on the blue couches spewed on the white marbled floors.
"Yeh Roshni hain, inka admission hona hai," Agastya with a wave of hand gestured towards his little sister. Roshni bit a smile, she felt like a little kid who was the principal's cabin for their First Standard's admission.
("This is Roshni, she is here for her admission.")
The old man nodded, "Surely. But first tell me what will you like to have, tea or coffee?" On the receiver he placed the order. "Toh bete kya karna hai aapko?"
("Dear child, what do you want to pursue?")
From the silver chained bracelet, her attention shifted to the older man. Tongue darted out to dampen dry lips, she forced a smile to him. Glancing at her brother, with a hope in her heart, he answers on her behalf. Her social anxiety was on peak, she would be ashamed to admit however she was chided at times by Agastya because she didn't greet or talk properly to people.
"She will do the five year law course," without sparing a glance, her brother told him. Agastya knew she would not answer before a pause so long that the director would mind.
The aged Director nodded, "that sounds great," he smiled at Roshni.
Knocks on the wooden door, a man entered with a tray of refreshments. They met the faculties and checked the properties. Soon they left the university. During the way home, Roshni received a call from her dearest aunt Mridula, who informed she along with Niharika, her sister and mother, are almost reaching to Delhi to shop for the wedding.
"They made the plan last moment?" A hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear, eyes covered in black shades, Agastya asked.
Reapplying her lip tint, she smacked her lips together, "no, Aunt forgot to inform me," licking a small bleed of it, Roshni pouted her lips in the wing mirror.
