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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Roshni was recovering each day. The medical setup done in her room, consisting of- a blood pressure monitor and IV drips, was now removed. Her head and palm injury was getting better each passing day. However the bubble of anxiety in her heart could not subdue, she was on an edge almost every minute. She was afraid for her sibling, he assured her everything was under control but her heart did not seem to believe on it.
Rohan and Agastya stayed by her side at most of the times. Their dad was trying to fix everything before he left for his home.
Niharika's state was no better, she was as well immensely petrified for her husband. She was very well aware how crude and insolent the Oberois were, "Papa, I've got some coffee for you," She placed the tray on the mahogany table.
"Have a seat, beta," Rohan gestured at the sofa in front of him.
Niharika gave a smile to him, "Sure, I'd just give this to Mister Singhania and be back,"
Tongue clicked, "I thought we father and daughter will have coffee and conversation together," He feigned sadness.
"No, papa, I just-" she was taken aback by him. He was just like her husband, looked the same just a slight matured, carried the same persona. However, his heart was still child like, worry free and mellow. She wondered if her husband just had high boundaries and thick walls around his heart.
"Relax beta, I was just kidding," Rohan smiled, "Agastya doesn't drinks any coffee other than an americano." He was somewhere shocked- his son's wife didn't had knowledge of it. Somewhere he also knew how Agastya had turned after Ragni's demise.
"Oh! Why?" Beam fell down her face, she quietly took a seat in front of him.
A wave of sadness passed by Rohan. "Life wasn't pretty for both my kids, but it was much difficult of Agastya. When a twelve old child looses his mother, he has almost nothing left in with him. My son has been through a lot, beta. He never tells anyone." Niharika nodded, "Ragni used to prepare coffee for him each day, ever since she died, he stopped having it. Your aunt Mridula often tried to have him drink it, he did, just for the sake but never enjoyed it."
A thick lump drowned Niharika's throat. He wasn't stone hearted, just heart broken, "I'm sorry, I had no idea."
Rohan shook his, "Nahi beta, tumhe thodi kuch pata tha. Bas zindagi saari methas le gai mere bete ke paas se," He fixed his spectacles, "But now since you've came, he will start to live his life instead of just existing.
("No dear. You didn't had an idea. Life didn't give him much pleasant things.")
Niharika gave a nod, "Ji," Her gaze settled on her fingers, "Unhe gazar ka halwa bhi toh pasand tha na?"
("Yes. He loves carrot puddings, right?")
"Yes, he immensely loved it. Ragni used to cook it the way your grandmother had thought her," Rohan recalled, the sweet aromatic dish his late wife prepared.
