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"R- Rathore or Raipur?"
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˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆。˚ ❀The letter weighed heavy in my hand, a small but significant piece of my past that had surfaced unexpectedly. I traced the lines of my mother's handwriting, delicate yet firm, as if she knew this message would be crucial. Among the many emotions it stirred, the most prominent was confusion.
An address was scrawled hastily, and beside it, a single letter: R. Raipur. Memories of my childhood city flooded back...its bustling streets, the towering palaces, and most painfully, the last days with my parents before they disappeared. My mother's rounded belly bump was the final image before they vanished, leaving me alone in a world that felt suddenly vast and unfriendly.
Why had my mother written this address? What did the letter R signify? These questions gnawed at me as I sat in the small library of my flower shop, the scent of fresh blooms mixing with the dusty, comforting smell of old books. The library had always been my refuge, a place where I felt connected to my parents, to the dreams they once nurtured for our family.
The decision was almost instinctive. I had to go to Raipur. The unease of leaving my business behind clung to me, but I knew it was necessary. I had to find the answers, had to uncover the mystery behind my mother's letter and the ominous letter R.
"Ishita," I called out, stepping into the bright, fragrant shop where my friend was arranging a bouquet of lilies.
"I need you to take care of things for a while," She looked up, her eyes full of concern and curiosity.
"Where are you going, Siya?" I hesitated, the enormity of the task ahead dawning on me.
"I have to go to Raipur. I found a letter from my mother... I think it might have answers about my parents," Ishita's expression softened, understanding replacing the concern.
"Of course, Siya. I'll handle everything here. Just promise me you'll be careful," she said cupping my hands in her, giving me warmth.
"I will," I assured her, giving her a tight hug. The flower shop had been my sanctuary, but now it was time to step out of its safe confines and face the shadows of my past.
Packing was quick...just the essentials. The train journey to Raipur was long and gave me ample time to mull over the possibilities. The rhythmic clatter of the tracks was almost hypnotic, and my mind drifted between anxiety and anticipation. What awaited me in Raipur? Who or what was R?
Raipur's skyline emerged on the horizon, a blend of ancient grandeur and modern chaos. Stepping off the train, a wave of nostalgia hit me, mingled with a deep-seated fear. My last visit to this city was marked by the warmth of family and the security of childhood. Now, I was returning alone, with nothing but a letter and a resolve to uncover the truth.
I had arranged to stay in a modest guesthouse, a far cry from the opulence I had once known. The narrow streets, lined with vibrant shops and the aroma of street food, felt both familiar and foreign. Every corner seemed to whisper secrets from my past.
YOU ARE READING
Mrs. Regal Rathore
General FictionSiya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...