"𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦"
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"Y-you're married?"
It wasn't a question. It was a statement, spoken like an acknowledgment of something he didn't want to belie...
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Vikram and Urmila sat on the edge of their bed, a photo of Vihaan clutched tightly in Urmila's hands. Tears shimmered in her eyes, a poignant reminder of the unending ache of a mother’s loss. How could any mother accept the reality that her son was gone? While time might dull the memories for others, for her, Vihaan’s absence was a wound that refused to heal. The most heartbreaking part was knowing that her child had departed from this world right before her eyes.
"Urmila," Vikram's voice broke the silence, heavy with unspoken thoughts.
"Hmm?" she replied, barely able to meet his gaze.
"Don’t you think Sayantika should consider marrying again?" Urmila’s head snapped toward her husband, surprise etched across her features as she noticed the depth of his contemplation.
She sighed softly, placing her hand over his. "I think so too. She’s still so young and suffering. I pray that someone will come into her life and fill it with color again."
"She is just like a daughter to me, and I don’t want her to go back to that house," Vikram affirmed, his voice firm.
Urmila nodded, her gaze drifting back to the photo frame, a smile breaking through her sadness as she looked at her son. Vihaan would have wanted Sayantika to move on, to find happiness once more, perhaps with someone who could love her as he did. Maybe that someone was already in her life.
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Sayantika stood by the pool, a favorite spot of hers, drawn to its tranquility. It was a sanctuary, a reflection of her own calmness. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Abhiansh approaching until he spoke.
"Sayantika."
Startled, she turned to see him standing there, a mix of emotions etched on his face. Taking a deep breath, she felt a familiar warmth in his gaze, one that still held love for her.
She began to step away when he called out again, "Wait, don’t go."
"What do you want, Mr. Shakhawat?" she replied, her tone icy, yet underneath, it trembled with unresolved feelings.
Abhiansh swallowed hard, the formality of his title cutting deeper than it should have. "C-Can we talk?"
As she stepped closer, his eyes fell to the ground, but when he finally looked up, he was met with the sight of her tear-filled eyes. The sight of her anguish pierced his heart.
"Kya kahne chahte ho, ki you feel pity on me now, that I got married and also my husband is no more, toh kitni unlucky bad woman hoon main?" Her voice rose, the dam of emotions bursting forth, tears cascading down her cheeks.
She was a pillar of strength, yet inside, she felt like a withered rose.
"S-Sunshine, please don’t cry like this. You will get ill," he urged, his voice heavy with concern.
