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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Flashback
The sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the living room. Ira and I were sprawled out on the plush rug, surrounded by an assortment of toys. Her laughter was like music to my ears, a sweet melody that filled my heart with joy.
"Mumma, look! The doll is dancing!" Ira exclaimed, holding her favorite doll and making it twirl around.
I smiled, watching her with tender eyes. "Yes, sweetheart. She's a wonderful dancer, just like you."
Ira giggled, her eyes twinkling with happiness. She then crawled onto my lap, wrapping her tiny arms around my neck. I hugged her tightly, savoring this precious moment. Despite the challenges and uncertainties, moments like these made everything worthwhile.
After a while, Ira's gaze shifted to the kitchen. "Mumma, I want chocolate milk," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.
"Alright, princess . Let's see if we have some," I replied, getting up and carrying her to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and cupboards, searching for the chocolate syrup. But after a thorough search, it became clear that we were out of it.
"I'm sorry, Ira. We don't have any chocolate syrup left," I said gently, hoping to soften the disappointment.
Ira's face fell, and tears began to well up in her eyes. "But I want it now, Mumma," she insisted, her voice quivering.
Seeing her on the verge of tears tugged at my heartstrings. I hated seeing her upset, especially over something as simple as chocolate milk. I knelt down to her level and wiped away the tears that had begun to stream down her cheeks.
"I know you do, sweetheart. But we're all out. Maybe we can get some tomorrow?" I suggested, trying to comfort her.
But Ira was adamant. "No, Mumma! I want it now!" she cried, her small fists clenching in frustration.
I sighed, feeling a pang of helplessness. I could have been able to fulfill her wish if I was in my hometown. But here in the vast, bustling city of Mumbai, I was still finding my bearings.
I glanced around the house, hoping to find someone who could help me. But the house was eerily quiet. Arjun was still at work, and the rest of the family was out on trip.
Realizing I had no other option, I decided I would have to go out and buy the chocolate syrup myself. The thought of venturing out alone in this unfamiliar city filled me with anxiety, but Ira's tear-streaked face strengthened my resolve.
"Ira, stay here, okay? Mumma will go out and get the chocolate syrup for you," I said, trying to sound confident.
"No, I want to come with you," she protested, her eyes wide with determination.
