Begusarai

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The gift box by the Chaudharys holds the ivory coloured idol of the Lord Rama, laxmana and Sita with a note that said-

"All the blessings and wishes of us and the Lord Rama. "

It was the best gift of the day, everyone discussing the thoughtfulness of the Chaudharys, instead of giving anything they actually put the sentiments and thinking behind the meaningful and the beautiful gift.

Shivangi told Niyati about it the next day since she went home directly from the function. The girl requested to see the idol immediately as they made their way to the home and to the Pooja room where the idol was kept at -it was decided that it will be sent with the Shivangi on her wedding day.-

Niyati's eyes didn't left the idol even for a second all the time standing there gazing at the beautiful piece of the art. It is when Shivangi left to bring the note to show her that she touches the feet of the lord wiping the wetness from her cheeks.

The look in his eyes haunts her, the vacant gaze still vivid in her vision, the controlled rage in the tone reminds her of the violence it was capable of. He didn't even spared a glance to her even though he knew she was there at the terrace, and just how badly it broke her. Pushes her to the limit that she break down on the terrace alone and lonely, punished by her own deed.

Each day, she tells herself that whatever the decision she took was the right one and yet, not a single day would pass where she won't cry and blames herself for the suffering she caused to him and to her.

"Please show me the right way." A pleading request was made to the Lord with the hope that it will, lessen the suffering of her. Of it will bring the peace she had after having him for herself, no matter how short those days were.

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Meena was on the cloud 9. Phulan bhaisahab finally gave the green signal to invite the girl's family to the home. If things go from this speed, the days are not left when she will become the mother-in-law.

"Tell them the truth, Meena. The whole truth." Lokesh said from the sofa studying few files sent by the Mithilesh. "Do not sugarcote your son's deed and misgivings. They deserves to know who they are giving their daughter to."

Rolling her eyes, Meena looked from bed where she was selecting which jewellery set to wear that day. "Will it kill you if you act like a father to your own son? You are always ready to bad mouth Sundar."

"Hm.. bad mouth? Open your eyes Meena, I do not need to say anything about him- his reputation proceeds him. The whole Begusarai knows about the your lovely son's scandals."

"Yeah..so we do not need to tell anyone anything. " Sneering she stood up from the bed and went towards the open almirah. "You and your family never appreciated me or my son. Atleast, let him have someone who will appreciate him for who he is."

"That is why telling the truth is must." Sign Lokesh. His wife has only one track mind where she remembered only the misgivings done to her and her son. Meena keep forgetting the things she has done to the Phulan's family and no matter what Lokesh tells her, those things won't penetrate her thick skull.

Meena was the one who forced the Durga Devi to divide the houses equally between the two brothers despite Mala bhabhi and everyone's request.

Is the one who filled Sundar's head with unnecessary hate towards Achintya and increasing the competion between the brothers.

Who seprate him from his mother and brother and the children he raised along. Mithilesh, Achintya and Guddi were his children as much as Sundar was and that thought always irritated Meena. "Focus on your child only,"