They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Hum luta denge saari chahat tum par Is shart pe ke jama tafreeq nahi karoge Akele hi karenge raaj tum par Kisi aur ko isme shareek nahi karoge
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Shalini paced back and forth, her fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of her dupatta. "She said she wouldn't be able to attend the wedding, so why is she coming now?" Her voice was laced with frustration, the tension evident in the lines forming on her forehead.
Ashok, sitting nearby, ran a hand through his hair, clearly uneasy. "She is my mother, Shalini. What's the problem? I know your relationship isn't the best with her, but in the end, she's still your mother-in-law," he tried to reason, though his eyes flickered with concern. He knew what was coming.
Before Shalini could retort, Raj burst into the room, his face lit with excitement. "Dadi is here, Mom!" he announced, before dashing out just as quickly as he'd come, leaving the atmosphere even more charged.
"Aa gayi mujhe pareshaan karne tumhari mom" (Your mom has come to torture me), Shalini muttered under her breath, her lips curling into a grimace as she glared at Ashok. Without waiting for his response, she stormed out, her footsteps echoing with irritation.
Lata entered the house with a regal air, scanning the room as if she were a queen inspecting her kingdom. Her expression immediately soured, and she muttered under her breath, "Kya din aa gye hai, koi puchne bhi nahi aaya" (What days have come, no one even came to welcome me). Her voice dripped with disappointment, and she set her purse down with a deliberate thud.
Shalini quickly put on a smile, one that didn't reach her eyes, and approached Lata. "I was just about to come, Mom. You said you weren't going to attend the wedding because of some issue." Her tone was polite, but there was a sharp edge beneath the surface.
Lata's eyes narrowed as she gave Shalini a cold look. "You want me not to come to my grandchildren's wedding?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No, Mom, I was just asking," Shalini replied, her hands clasping tightly in front of her, her knuckles turning white as she forced herself to keep calm. She could feel the situation slipping out of control, and she didn't want to ignite another argument, especially not today.
Lata ignored Shalini's strained response and turned to Raj, her face softening. "Where's your brother?" she asked, completely dismissing the awkwardness hanging in the air.
Raj, tall and poised, sighed softly, his usual calm demeanor cracking just slightly. "Dadi, it's my wedding. Can't I get your full attention just this once? You always stay with Bhaiya when you visit."
Lata's eyes softened for a moment, but only briefly. She patted his arm and sighed, "Kya karu beta...tum log toh usse pyaar dete nahi, uska khudka baap hi nahi deta toh bakiyo se kya kahe, bin maa ka baccha hai" (What can I do, child? No one gives him love, not even his own father. What can be expected from others? The poor child doesn't even have a mother). Her words were harsh, pointedly aimed at Ashok, but she said them with a sigh, as if she were simply stating a fact.
