The Veiled Hearts

🌹Boyhood in Singhania Mansion 🔪

SINGHANIA MANSION (Punjab,India)

Singhania's are one the reputed and royal family in current time along with the Kapoor's family . The Singhania Family are renowned for their legacy , tradition and generosity which are pillar strengths for them in society.

Date- Feb'1996

YASH (6 yrs old) POV

The premier aspect of living in Singhania Mansion is I can play in BIGGER rooms, BIGGER halls, BIGGER gardens,BIGGER play grounds surrounded by BIGGER bodyguards , BIGGER walls,BIGGER guns , under BIGGER chandelier. It makes me feel liberated yet trapped.

I have been told to stay in the room with my little sister Avni. She is 3yrs old and mom always tell me that I am his eldest brother ,I should stay with her and make sure she is fine, she is not hurt, she should smile, shouldn't make her cry. We were playing with her doll in a room locked from outside by my mother .She told me she will be back in few minutes as I like to eat from her hand. It's been quite a while since I had something to eat. I am trying hard not to get distracted and be a good big brother and look after Avni who is busy playing with dolls . I looked up at the door ,no voices of the turning knob for the 56th time , I cast my gaze downward in dismay.

While I was busy looking at the doll which I was holding, then door knob,then doll, then door knob ,I heard a thud voice like something fell from bed.My glance shifted to bed which was fixed at the door knob earlier and i saw Avni was not on the bed. I froze.

Avni,"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh"

Her wailing made me come back to the reality.I mustered up courage whichever a 6yrs old boy can. I kept the doll down which I was holding onto, made myself down from the bed and went to the other side of the bed where Avni fell with shaking feet.

Slowly

Slowly

I reached near her ,I saw she was sitting with a bruised knee . Then I looked at her face, a never-ending streak of tears streaming down. I panicked, went on my knees to wipe her tears from my hands which was shivering after seeing her pain but tears were not stopping,how should I stop her tears I murmured to myself," I am her big brother, I have to take care of her ,mumma said to me"

I stood up and ran towards the entry door and banged the door with all the strength , then I pressed my right ear against the door ."No Voice is coming ".I screamed my lungs out - "OPPPPEENNNN THE DDOOOORRRRRRR, MY SISTER IS HURRTTTTTT".
Pressed my right ear against the door again to hear any voice coming for help from these radiant BIGGER mansion.

Avni,"Bhhaaaiiiiiiiiii" ( Brotherrrrrrrrrrr)
I looked back at her when she called me , then I saw an alarm clock next to bed , I was covered with anger, anxiousness, frustration. I went to the table ,picked the alarm clock,then again came back to the entry door and threw the alarm clock at the door ," USELESS DOOOORRRR ,WHATS THE USE OF BEING BIG DOORRRR IF YOU CAN'T GET OPENED ". Then again I started banging, something was hurting my toe and I didn't bother to look because I heard soft giggles . I started screaming with all my strength again," PLLEEAASEE !!! OPPEENNN THE DOOORR"