Soniye Je Tere Naal

Shadows of Regret

As Nehaal entered home the grand Ahuja mansion, he was greeted by the comforting sight of his mother, Laxmi Ahuja, who was patiently waiting for his return. Seeing her peacefully napping, he hesitated to disturb her, but his mother stirred awake and welcomed him with open arms.

"Nehal, how many times do I have to tell you? Wake me up when you arrive," his mother scolded gently, her eyes soft with love and concern. Nehaal apologized, his heart heavy with unspoken burdens.

Noticing the tears glistening in his eyes, Laxmi's maternal instincts kicked in, but she chose to remain silent, allowing Nehaal his space. Instead, she suggested he freshen up while she prepared dinner, her mind swirling with worry and prayers for her son's well-being.

As Nehaal returned after getting ready, Laxmi watched him closely, her heart aching for the son who seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, despite his facade of strength and success.

Sitting down to eat together, Nehaal attempted to reassure his mother with a forced smile, claiming the day had gone well. However, Laxmi saw through his facade, her motherly intuition sensing the turmoil hidden beneath his calm exterior.

As Nehaal excused himself, Laxmi's eyes followed him with a mixture of love and concern, silently pleading with the heavens to ease her son's pain and grant him the happiness he so desperately sought.

Alone in his room, Nehaal opened his diary and poured out his heart in the form of poetry:

"Her words will dissolve into my ears like a sweet melody,

Her innocent laughter will settle in my heart like tranquility,

Her fragrance will linger in my breath,

Even in my dreams, she will come as a vision."

With each word penned, Nehaal's longing for a happiness that had eluded him echoed through the silent night, a silent plea for solace in a world filled with hidden sorrows.

After a while he went to bed to sleep but he started thinking of the same girl in his dreams..

With trembling hands and a racing heart, Nehaal jolted awake from his haunting nightmare, drenched in cold sweat. The echo of her voice, accusing and pained, lingered in his ears, piercing his soul like a dagger.

"Why did you poison me? Why I trusted you..." her anguished words echoed in his mind, tearing at the seams of his conscience.

Gasping for breath, Nehaal struggled to shake off the remnants of the dream, his chest constricted with the weight of guilt and confusion. How could he have poisoned the girl he loved so deeply? What darkness lurked within him to commit such a heinous act?

As dawn broke on the horizon, casting its first light upon the world outside, Nehaal was left grappling with unanswered questions and the chilling residue of his nightmare, haunted by the specter of a crime he couldn't comprehend.