"for those with shattered khwaabs , this book is going to pick up all your pieces and mend it , khwaab ke safar se haqiqat ki khoj mae"
- this book is a sequel of my first book "khwaab" so read that for better understanding <3
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her mother stood there in shock still contemplating her actions , did she really do this? did she make the right choice? various such questions corrupted her mind as all she could do was stare at the people rushing out of her house with a patient in their hands
she looked at her husband lying on the floor with blood oozing out of his head as the whole living room had splatters of blood , some his own and some belonged to one of his own.
the confusion still lingered in her head but a strange feeling in her chest kept her sane.
for as long as she could remember, she had always made the wrong choices. whether it was finding the right guy to marry or choosing her husband's love over her children, it seemed like she was constantly on the wrong path and no matter how much she tried to make things right , it would always end up messing up the mess more.
the feeling of victory bloomed inside her heart, for the first time in her life she had felt that she finally won , the feeling of accomplishment rose in her chest and after all these years she felt like she could finally breathe again.
it is strange how one little change can make a person feel various different emotions in a mere few seconds.
the proudness of finally doing something right indulged with regret of doing it all wrong in the past , all mixed together and swamping your thoughts , making you question every choice you've ever made , was it really worth it?
the ambulance rushed vridha to the hospital as her body tried hard to survive,
par voh jism ki mehnant kis kaam ki jabh dil ko hi raazi nahi hae jeena bina uske naam ke.
the ride towards the hospital was a battle between destiny and hope, every beep from the monitor decided her future, decided if the hope of not living anymore would win or will destiny play its game again?
her sisters were behind the ambulance in a car , all of them wondering the same question that kept on eating their heads out , every pause just added up to their worries , will she survive?
the pouring rain kept on increasing its speed every minute , crashing the hopes of people behind the wheel , the traffic kept on increasing as people kept on honking at each other in the motive of moving forward.
everyone has their own battles to win , all trying to get to somewhere that they always dreamt about , this city of mumbai and its traffic teaches so many lessons, whose tales are still untold
some going back home after a tiring day while some going to places because they're tired of their houses , some wishing to just go back to the arms of their loved ones while some are just happy that they survived another day.
some looking forward to tomorrow and some? some struggling to even breathe today, the city of dreams often ends up humbling people, breaking their dreams into pieces and moulding them into things that they don't recognise it anymore.
