A couple in the late 50s were watching TV when the news channel was telecasting about a human trafficking gang and how the police department caught them.
Reporter: "Sir, how did you find out that there is a gang in this state, that too, specifically in this city?"
DGP: "Well, we cannot take full credit for this. Though we were searching for such types of gangs, unfortunately, we couldn't find them. Then our whole police department and the Home Minister decided to contact Tavish Chaturvedi. He just took ten days to get information and evidence about these gangs. Thus, you should thank and appreciate him," he said with a proud appreciative smile.
"Kashyap, why don't we marry our Viha to this guy?" Prerna asked her husband with an emotionless face.
"But you know he is just a middle-class guy. Also, our Viha won't get to lead the luxurious life that she is leading here. I can bring a rich guy who is more handsome than him if you want." He suggested
"I know you are capable of bringing a guy who is rich and handsome. But can you promise me that he will be a good husband?" she whispered, crying, making him bend his head as if he were trying to understand her words.
"Do you guarantee to me that this Tavish will be a good husband for our Viha? You first stop this bloody emotional drama, Prerna. I always want to give the best in the world to her," Kashyap tried to make her understand in a worrisome voice.
"After knowing about her past you are talking like this, Kashyap? You have become hopeless. Viha doesn't need anything best in this world. She needs a person who would heal her and that doesn't come with your rich guys. If money is the only thing that Viha will be happy with then aren't we rich enough? Why hasn't she been happy for the past 15 years? Why didn't she even smile in these past 15 years? Do you have any answers to my questions?" she questioned gritting her teeth, to which he became numb and silent tears were falling from his eyes.
"Kashyap, I enquired about this guy. He is a nice person. Moreover, he is supporting girls and women who have been raped and molested. He is the right person for our Viha". She explained, wiping his tears.
"There has to be someone Viha needs in her life. To heal her, to protect from her dark past. We can't live with our children throughout their lives. Try to understand please" Prerna explained and they both cried hugging each other 'why their daughter has to suffer this much in her life?'
Wiping his tears "I'll try my best to enquire about this guy." He said, trying to wipe her tears too. Taking a deep breath "But what if he insults our Viha after knowing her past? Do you want to hide her past from him? What if he gets to know about it after marriage?" he raised his doubts with fear clearly evident on his face.
"No. Don't hide her past from him. He shouldn't be kept in the dark about anything related to Vihu. If he is willing to marry her, he needs to accept her flaws." she said, making him sigh and nod his head. "I'll personally contact his family." With that, he kissed her forehead.
It's been 2 days since Kashyap had a conversation with Tavish's family about marriage. So, today their families met at Vihu's home.
"So, Mr Agnihotri, being a well-known businessman in the city, if you want, you can get a son-in-law who is more educated and richer than me. Then why me?" Tavish asked Kashyap, being sceptical.
"Well, Mr Tavish, what you said is true. But I don't want money or anything because I have more than enough money with me. I want a person as a son-in-law who is full of values and principles," Kashyap explained with a smile, making Tavish bob his head.
"Impressive. As you have only one girl child, I want to clarify one thing. I'm not going to be a GHAR DAMAD. Because I have a responsibility to take care of my parents. I know you might ask me, about me having an elder brother. But every child loves their parents, isn't it?" Tavish raised a question making Kashyap nod his head as if he agreed with his point of view.
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