This story is about a girl who was deprived of family love. No one accepted or loved her except for her grandmother.
Being Abandoned by her family, she learned to live with the sadness and accept her situation.
But what will happen when circumstanc...
Her Mumma...ishani Raghuvanshi gently unfisted the girls hand from her saree
Ishani:what is it...arashi?
Arshi:mumma mat jao na...mere ko akele nahi sona
Ishani touched her forehead and sighed, realizing the kid still had a fever. She looked at the clock; she couldn't stay any longer. Her kid must be waiting for her.
Arshi:mumma
Ishani:nani hai bacha...nani apke pass so jaye gi
Arshi:*tears*nahi naa mumma ruk jao naa..
Ishani sigh...she cant stay...the kid is not her priority somone else is..
Ishani was about to reassure the kid...but the her phone rang
She picked it up and a very cheerful voice came
Boy:mumaa*cheerful* aap kab aa rahi ho
Ishani:*smile*bas thodi der mai bacha...mai bass nikal hi rahi thi..apne khana khaya?
Boy:nahi mai app ka wait kar raha tha..app kab aao ge jaldi aao na
Ishani:*worried*khana kyo nahi khaya baby...acha wait mumma abhi ayi ok
Boy:ok mumma love u.
Ishani smiled and ended the call after a heartwarming 'I love you' from her. What she didn't notice was a 10-year-old girl looking at her mother with teary eyes.
Arshi:mumma..pls ruk jao naa*cried*
Ishani:*irritated*arshi bass...bohot hua nani aa rahi hai naa apke pass sone..ye kya zid laga rakhi hai
Arshi flinched as fresh, warm tears began pooling in her eyes. Why couldn't her mumma talk to her the way she was talking to that boy
Ishani felt a pang of guilt when she saw tears...but didnt offer any comfort and just walked away
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Her son needs her more...more than a mistake...she regret
MUSSOORIE
The morning sun cast a golden hue over the landscape, its rays gently piercing through the gauzy curtains of arshi's room. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the garden below. Birds chirped melodiously, their songs weaving through the rustle of leaves stirred by a light breeze. The world outside was just beginning to wake, bathed in a soft, serene light that promised the start of a new day. Inside, the stillness was only broken by the faint ticking of a clock, marking the quiet passage of time.
Suddenly all the calmness of the room got disturbed by the loud voice of alarm clock
Arshi groaned and tried to shut the damn clock. She tapped her hands on the coffee table, her face still buried in the pillow.
