if anyone asks me about the moon or stars, I would say His Eyes
I didn't realise how important she was to me until she was gone.
I got lost in the eyes, which were never mine; I got lost in the smile, which made me lose mine; and at last, I had to p...
Mrs. Chowdary arrived at the mansion, clutching an envelope with a determined expression. She found Gagan in the living room, pacing back and forth, lost in thought. As soon as he saw his mother, his eyes brightened with hope.
She approached him, handing over the envelope with a gentle smile. "Gagan, here is the address you wanted."
Gagan took the envelope, and without a moment's hesitation, he hugged his mother tightly. "Thank you, Mom. I love you."
This was the first time Gagan had ever said those words to her. Mrs. Chowdary felt tears welling up in her eyes, a mix of joy and hope washing over her. She hugged him back, her voice soft and filled with emotion. "I love you too, my son. Maybe this change will bring real happiness into your life."
Gagan pulled back slightly, looking into his mother's eyes with a newfound determination. "I hope so, Mom. I really do."
Mrs. Chowdary nodded, wiping her tears. "Go, Gagan. Find your happiness. I'll always be here for you."
Gagan smiled, feeling a sense of relief and purpose. He knew he had a long way to go, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he was heading in the right direction. Hugging his mother one last time, he set off, the envelope clutched tightly in his hand, ready to make things right.
As Gagan was preparing to leave, the front door of the mansion swung open, and Mr. Chowdary and Mr. Vivek Chowdary entered with a sense of urgency. They spotted Gagan and Mrs. Chowdary and hurried over.
Mr. Chowdary spoke first, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Gagan, we've succeeded. The marriage with the Sharmas has been officially canceled."
Gagan felt a weight lift off his shoulders, but before he could respond, his grandfather, Mr. Vivek Chowdary, stepped forward with a mischievous smile. "And there's more, Gagan. Priya sent a special message for you."
Gagan's heart skipped a beat, anxiety mixing with curiosity. "What did she say?"
Mr. Vivek chuckled, a light-hearted glint in his eyes. "She said she never wants to see your face again, and if she does, she'll kill you." He let out a giggle, clearly amused by Priya's dramatic response.
Gagan couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all. The relief and humor in the situation were a welcome change from the tension that had been weighing him down. He turned to his family, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Thank you, all of you. I can't believe we managed to pull this off."
Mrs. Chowdary placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Now go, Gagan. Find Sitara and make things right."
With renewed determination, Gagan hugged his family one more time. "I will. And thank you again for everything."
As he left the mansion, the sense of purpose and clarity in his heart guided his steps. He knew this was just the beginning of his journey to make amends and find true happiness.
The next morning, Gagan arrived at the village, his heart pounding with anticipation. He followed the directions to the address his mother had given him, finally reaching a small, cozy house nestled among the trees. Gagan parked his car a little way off and decided to wait, hiding behind a large tree with a clear view of the house.
About twenty minutes later, the door creaked open. Gagan's breath hitched as he saw Sitara step out, her familiar presence filling him with a mix of anxiety and hope. She was accompanied by her brother, Abhay. Sitara smiled warmly at Abhay as they both got on a modest scooter.
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Gagan watched as they rode through the village streets, his heart aching with a longing to be part of their world. After a short ride, they arrived at a small school. Sitara bent down to hug Abhay before he ran off to join his friends, her face lighting up with a love that made Gagan's chest tighten.
As Sitara continued on her scooter, Gagan followed discreetly, keeping a safe distance. She rode towards the outskirts of the village, arriving at a large farmstead. Gagan realized this must be where she worked, tending to Vijay's family farms and mills. He watched as Sitara greeted the other workers with a kind smile and began her tasks with a diligence that filled him with admiration.
Gagan realized that approaching Sitara as the same arrogant and cold person she knew would only lead to rejection. He knew how deeply he had hurt her, and if he wanted any chance of winning her back, he needed to show genuine change. A plan began to form in his mind, and a devilish smile spread across his face.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Vijay's number. After a few rings, Vijay answered, his voice cautious. "Gagan, what do you want?"
"Vijay," Gagan said smoothly, "I need a favor."
Vijay's skepticism was palpable. "Why would I do anything for you, Gagan? Especially after what you've done to Sitara."
Gagan leaned against a nearby tree, his smile never fading. "Because you care about Sitara. And so do I. I know you don't believe me, but I'm trying to make things right. I need your help to show her that I've changed."
Vijay hesitated. "What exactly are you planning, Gagan?"
"I want to do something special for her," Gagan explained. "Something that will show her I'm serious about making amends. But for that, I need your cooperation. I need you to trust me, just this once."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Finally, Vijay sighed. "Fine, Gagan. I'll hear you out. But if I sense any ulterior motives, this conversation ends right here."
