A beautiful wedding turns to a disaster when the younger brother of the groom elopes with the bride's sister on the eve of the marriage. Two families are left humiliated, and hurt!
The boy he raised as his own betrayed his trust and never looked bac...
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Maan took a deep breath and entered his home. It was a simple 5-bedroom villa, nothing grand about it, but what made it very special was that it was the only legacy passed on to them by their father. His father had been an IPS officer who lost his life in a shootout. Maan remembered the day his father's colleagues came to give the news. It was just another day for them. The house had then been only a two-bedroom cottage. He and Mahi had been playing in the garden while their mother was sitting on a rocking chair on the backyard, knitting a sweater for the child she carried in her womb.
He remembered racing to the jeep excitedly to greet his father, but his father did not come. A couple of officers got down and made their way to his mother. He could never forget the look of abject dejection in her eyes as they broke the news to her. She was shattered. Her eyes darted towards them immediately. Mahi was still playing in the mud, completely clueless about what was happening. But he could understand something was very wrong.
His mother swayed; he rushed to her side as the officers helped her. One of the lady officers who had come with the others took him aside and gently broke the news to him. He was eleven, old enough to understand the meaning of death but not old enough to deal with it. He remembered breaking down in tears. His father had been his hero. Losing him was a big blow to him. Mahir had only been 5, Manav was still in their mother's womb. Their world changed in that one minute.
He had cried for days, praying for his father to come back; he never did. They had to learn to live without him. Their worlds changed overnight. His father had been the sole earning member of their family; with him gone, their finances took a big hit. They had no grandparents, but they did have a very big extended family. None offered support. His mother had to struggle to even make ends meet. His father's pension was not enough to feed three hungry boys. His mother worked as a day nanny to make sure their family was provided for. If they did not have the roof over their heads, it would have become impossible for their mother to provide for them. He would always be grateful to the house. It gave them hope when they had none left. He prayed for hope again.
"Aa gaya Maan?" His mother's gentle voice startled him out of his thoughts. "Muh haath dho le, khana laga deti hoon."
He looked at her as she made her way to the kitchen. He wondered how she gave so much without asking anything in return. A mother's selfless love was always priceless. He followed her to the kitchen. It was his mother's favorite place. She had spent countless hours there cooking and baking for them. They had all huddled there in the evening, just to watch her cook. She worked all day, the only time they got with her was when she was at home after her shift. They wanted to spend every moment with her and she with them.
Mahi was the one who had spent the most time with her. Though they all loved her, it was Mahi who loved her the most. Ironically, it was Mahi who fought the most with her. He knew she missed Mahi very much, but he had yet to hear her voice her complaint. When he refused to come back, something in her broke. Her smile had been missing for two years. He wished he could give back what she desired, but he was about to give her more pain.
