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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Grated almonds drizzled over the steaming hot carrot pudding. Sweet aroma filled each corner of the kitchen. From the other container, Niharika tasted a spoon of the pudding cooked with all love in the world for her husband. The sweetened carrot dessert melted in her mouth, her taste buds danced with elate. It was grandmother's fifty year old recipe carried by her mother forward, and finally by her. Her head bobbled in happiness. It tasted as it should, perfect, "jaao zara Roshni madam ko bulake laao," she instructed a house help.
("Go and call Roshni Ma'am here.")
"Dulhan Sahiba, carrot puddings are off limits in this kitchen. It has never been cooked ever before." With a glare directed at househelp, she quietly left the kitchen.
"Yeah Niharika?" With confusion erupting in her mind, she entered the kichen. Her brother's wife stood with an apron tied on her body, a spatula in her hand and an iron wok on the stove, sugary fragrance surrounding the area.
She spooned out some pudding in a bowl, "Please taste this, I prepared this, for Mister Singhania," she forwarded the bowl to the young girl.
Roshni took a bite of the pudding, "it's really good," she placed the almost filled glass dish on the other counter, "Bhai will like it," She had loved the delicious dessert that her sister in law had prepared, however the contents from stomach forced to threw up. She wasn't over from their conversation from days back.
Unknowingly Niharika had hurt Roshni, the former had understood, "Roshni," she called the young girl while she turned to leave, "main uss din ke liye maafi maangna chahti hui, mujhe woh sab aapse nahi kehna tha,"
("I want to apologise for the other day, I shouldn't have said that to you.")
A smile made its way to her face, "Koi baat nahi Niharika, bhai ne bhi aapko keh diya tha toh aapne bol diya woh sab," fingers darted to her forearm gently clutching into it, "aap bhai se iss baat zikar mat kariyega, aur main bhool chuki hui aap bhi bhool jaaiye," Her brother would not sit quietly if he had the knowledge how his sister was hurt.
("Don't worry, you were upset from what Agastya had said to you thus you said that. Just make sure to not say a word about it to Agastya, I've gotten over it, so can you now.")
Niharika remained stuck, "I'm sorry," she forced out the words. She stirred the piping hot contents in the wok. Her mind recalled every incident she encountered with Roshni. What the face of this girl, is a saint she shows to be or is she an undercover devil.
"Please don't be," Roshni pulled back her hand.
Perhaps it is obvious only her husband is the person available for her so she couldn't let him go to his wife. How much Niharika wanted to get rid of the girl, however she knew it will be the biggest sin she would do and not just Agastya, the universe won't forgive her for doing this. Somewhere, she was a Roshni as well in her life and she had no Agastya to protect her from the nasty fights between her parents, from the manipulation done by her aunt and grandmother. She was a scared child who couldn't cry because she had to stay strong to be a protector of her baby sister. Now, she could not make another Niharika by snatching away her brother.
