In the charming backdrop of family, tradition, and the timeless essence of love, *Hearts Rekindled* weaves an intricate tale of three souls entangled in a web of emotions.
Samanvi, once cheerful and filled with naughtiness, who just knew how to spre...
As a cold breeze hit Samanvi's face, she slowly opened her eyes and stared at the person who was hugging her and sleeping peacefully. Slowly removing Vibha's hands around her, she got down from the bed and covered Vibha with a quilt. Taking her phone, she left for her room to get ready for her day.
Doing her morning routine, she stood near her dressing table, wearing a neatly ironed kurta with a collar covering her neck and elbow-length sleeves paired with white palazzo.
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She grazed upon herself; there was a girl who was just breathing. Her life doesn't have any purpose now. She was just a living, dead body.
"Samanvi.."
Hearing her mother's voice, Samanvi composed herself. She took a small black sticker and kept it in between her eyebrows. When her eyes fell on the vermillion box on the table, she was again lost in her world. Her heart became heavy as tears started to fill her eyes, blurring her vision. With a painful voice, she whispered, "Why did I do that?"
"Samanvi!"
Again hearing her mother's a little bit louder voice, she wiped her tears. Clipping her wet, wavy hairs that reached her hips, she took her phone from the charger and, carrying her laptop bag, went out towards the kitchen.
Upon reaching the living room, she saw her grandmother watching horoscopes on TV. Samanvi went inside the kitchen and called, "Amma?"
Not finding her mother, she came out and asked her grandmother, "Ajji, amma elliddare?" (Where is my mother, Grandma?)
"She is outside drawing rangoli," Gowramma answered without moving her eyes away from TV.
"Okay.." Keeping her laptop bag on the sofa. Samanvi went towards the main door and saw her mother, who was busy drawing rangoli. As it was Friday today, Kaveri drew a little bigger one than usual.
"Amma?" Samanvi called, standing near the door.
Kaveri looked up, and finding it's her elder daughter, she said, "Ammu."
She stopped when her gaze fell on her husband behind Samanvi, who was in a hurry as he tied his wrist watch. Samanvi also looked back and saw her father, who was all ready for his day, yet he was in a hurry to leave without having his breakfast.
"Ri... Thindi thini--" (Dear, Have your breakfast)
"Not now, Kaveri." Ranganatha cut Kaveri words in the middle with a strenuous voice. Kaveri stood there silently.
Samanvi saw this; it always happened in her home. The men of this house never let a woman speak.
"Appa ji.." Samanvi now came and stood besides her mother.
Ranganatha looked at Samanvi when he heard his daughter plea, "Svalpa adru thindi thinri appa ji." (Have a little bit of breakfast, Father)
Kaveri also nodded her head, hoping at least he would listen to their daughter. As she thought, Ranganatha saw his wrist watch, then saw them. With a sigh, he agreed to her and went inside.
