Tu Zakhm Hai (On Paused)

Chapter - 18

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Author's POV

GHAZAL NIGHT

The guests had started arriving. Some guests had arrived. Some in the foyer and some pool side.

The foyer was beautifully decorated. There are lots of portraits and family photos. The entire foyer was decorated with photos of the Trehan family: childhood photos of Viraj with his father, photos of Mandira with Shamsher and photos of Dhananjay's family.

A large photograph of Shamsher with his wife Mandira was placed in the center of the foyer in the table. Two small candles were lit there to pay tribute to Shamsher Trehan. There was a small white marble plate next to the photo and 'Shamsher Trehan' was written on it in golden letters.

A stage for ghazals was arranged on the side of the pool and where ghazal artists were sitting and singing ghazals. On the right side of the stage was a painting by Shamsher Trehan, with a silver embroidered frame, which was placed on the table.

The entire mansion was decorated in a royal manner which also describes Trehaan's royalty. Everything was decorated and placed with Shamsher Trehan's favorite things.

On the other side, Pratap, Shanaya's father, was looking at all the photos in the foyer. Mandira goes there. Both congratulate each other.

Mandira was wearing a white silk saree with golden embroidery. Her hair was tied neatly in a bun. She was looking beautiful.

"You've done justice to Shamsher's idea of life. If there was anyone who lived life to the fullest, it was Shamsher." Pratap said humbly.

"I agree with you, Mr. Suri. But these pictures do not justify his life. I tried as best as I could. But looking at them makes me feel that Shamsher is still with us. That's why we celebrate his birthday every year by listening to his favourite ghazals. It's as though ghazals gave him a high. They'd make him completely oblivious." Mandira said.

Pratap nodded positively towards her. Soon, Ananya interrupted them.

Ananya was wearing a white T-shirt inside and a dark blue denim jumpsuit on it. and had sneakers on her feet and a space bun in her hair. She was looking like a school girl.

"You don't talk about getting high in my absence. Not fair, MOM. I had no idea my mom was so cool. Where's the stuff?" Ananya said sarcastically.

Mandira looked at her from head to toe. She got awkward hearing her words. She looks at Pratap and smiles awkwardly.

"The rehab confiscated mine. That's why. Where's it?" Ananya asked again to looking at her mother.

"Mr. Suri." Mandira said ignoring her.

"Yes?"

"Please enjoy the ghazals. I'll just see you in a bit." Mandira said.

Pratap nodded at her words and left from there. Mandira looks at Ananya. She was still smiling like she didn't know what she said. Mandira holds her arms and takes her out of the foyer. She stopped at the fountain to talk.

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Viraj's POV

I was ready for a party. I was wearing a two-piece white suit.