The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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Regaining consciousness felt like surfacing from a deep, dark ocean. My eyes fluttered open to find Arjun wrapping my feet with bandage and murmuring something forgetting even I could hear him and was about to ask him, my eyes fell on the little girl's face hovering over mine, eyes wide with concern.
"Mumma, aap theek ho?" she asked softly.
(Mumma, are you okay?)
I blinked, still disoriented, as the girl shifted to Arjun who stood with the girl in his arms protectively around her small frame. His eyes met mine briefly before he looked away, his face an unreadable mask.
" Yeh sab kya ho raha hai?" I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.
( what is happening?)
He didn't respond, just gave a curt nod."Ira , princess sit here" saying this he gently made Ira sit down besides me.
'Ira' so her name is Ira such a wonderful name
And Okay this man can be gentle . That's new.
'Meera he was gentle doing your bandage also'my inner voice reminded me
Shut up thats not the point, the point is the hell I don't know anything about this man . There was so much about Arjun that I didn't know, so many unanswered questions. Is she his daughter?If yes, what happened to Ira's mother? What happened between Arjun and Raghav ?
Ahh! This is frustrating.
I looked up at Arjun, hoping for some explanation, some warmth, but his face remained impassive.
"Yeh khadoos Kumar hamesha itna serious kyun rehta hai?" I thought to myself. It seemed like he never smiled or showed any emotion beyond irritation. "Do you ever say more than two words?" I muttered under my breath, not really expecting an answer.
"What did you say?" Arjun's voice cut through my thoughts, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Nothing," I replied quickly, looking away.
He watched me with a guarded expression, arms crossed over his chest.
Ira's small voice brought me back to the present. "Mumma, you need to rest. Dadda said you fainted because you haven't been eating."
"Aapko rest karna chahiye," he said, his tone flat and authoritative.
(You should rest) "Mumma you should take rest" her sweet voice echoed through the room
There is something in her calling me mumma. I just feel rejuvenated. Every time she flashed her bright smile, it was as if a ray of sunshine pierced through the darkness within me.
"Princess go and call dadi"
"Okay dadda" saying this she left the room.
"Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha,"I mumbled, trying to sit up.
