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.
This twenty seve...
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Cognac eyes opened, lashes fluttered, smoky eyes, rosey cheeks, similar tint on her lips, hair curled in a high bun, adorned with red roses. The artist placed a sheesh phool on the bride's head, heavy necklace tightened around her neck, scarf placed on her head, her eyes watered she was getting married.
Yellow kurta, black shades, his glimpse clouded her mind. He looked so alluring, always. They could not see each other as per the old sayings, how much she wanted to run and see how he was looking.
Doors opened, her parents entered. They tried hard to hold their tears, so did she, "you look beautiful, beta," her father hugged her lightly, cautious to not spoil her hair, she didn't care, she hugged him with all her might.
"Baba, mujhe aapko, maa ko chorh ke nahi jaana hai," heart clenched at the thought. She was still the eight year old girl who clutched on to her parents' hands at the fair, afraid of getting lost in crowd of strangers. "Main kaise rahugi aap logon ke begair," She would have to wake up without her mother calling for breakfast, she would have to eat on a same table with two strangers one of whom she would call him as her husband.
("Dad, I don't want to go away leaving you and mom.")
"Tum nahi jaaogi humein chorh ke, sirf tumhara ghar badal raha hai," her father tenderly made her sit on the bed, "yeh mat sochna beta ki tumhare rishte khatam ho jaayege, tumhare rishte toh badh rahe hain," she wept in her hands.
("You're not leaving us, just your house will be changed." "Don't ever think your old relations will end instead, you're getting many more new relations to cherish.")
Her mother shook her head, "abhi se rote nahi Niharika, abhi toh poori vidaai bachi hai beta, tab kya karogi tum?" She wiped her tears from the corner of her saree.
("Don't cry now, Niharika, you still have the farewell ceremony left, how will to manage then?")
"Aur Agastya Ji toh aache hain bauth, woh tumhara khayaal rakhege," his voice cracked, he wiped the stray tear.
("Agastya seems like a good guy, he will take care of you.")
Her cognac irises met her father's teary eyes, "agar nahi rakha toh?"
("And what if he doesn't?")
"Toh aa jana beta wapas," he placed hand on her shoulder, "ek din ke liye woh tumhare pati nahi bhi rahein, hum tumhare maa baap toh humesha rahege, yeh baat kabhi bhi nahi badalegi-"
("Then come back dear. For a moment he might not be your husband, but we will be your parents for always, no matter what.")
