"In this birth you never loved me shri Narayan. I did everything to make happy but you never gave me a chance. Thus, when my soul departs from this body i only want peace which i never got in this birth. If I take rebirth I shall forget everything a...
The night was deep, with only the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the silken curtains of Ishana's chamber. Seated before a grand, ornate mirror, Ishana absentmindedly combed her long, dark hair. Her thoughts were a tangled web of plans and possibilities, her mind racing as she contemplated her next move. The weight of responsibility, the desire to protect her sisters, and the shadowy path she had chosen weighed heavily on her.
As she stared at her reflection, lost in thought, a chill suddenly swept through the room. Ishana’s hand paused mid-stroke, her eyes narrowing as she sensed a familiar presence. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The air seemed to grow colder, and her heart quickened in anticipation.
Slowly, the reflection in the mirror revealed the figure of a cloaked woman standing silently behind her. The woman’s face was shrouded in shadows, her presence both ethereal and unsettling. Ishana met the woman’s gaze in the mirror, her expression a mixture of determination and subtle apprehension.
“You’ve come,” Ishana said softly, her voice steady despite the slight tremor in her hands.
The cloaked woman nodded, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room. “You were expecting me.”
Ishana turned her gaze back to the mirror, her brow furrowing slightly. “I’ve made my decision. Tomorrow, I will approach my father with my plan—a foundation for women, where their voices can be heard, where their problems are addressed. Abuse, exploitation, all of it. A place where they can find justice.”
The woman’s dark eyes gleamed with approval beneath her hood. “A noble plan. But what if your father does not listen? What if he dismisses your idea as mere idealism?”
Ishana’s grip tightened on the comb, her resolve hardening. “If he does not listen, then I will make him. I will not allow anyone to stand in the way of what needs to be done.”
The woman stepped closer, her presence looming over Ishana like a shadow. “You are strong, Ishana. And if it comes to that, know that you will not be alone. I will help you, as I always have. Do not worry.”
Ishana’s eyes flickered with a brief moment of doubt before she pushed it aside. She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Tomorrow, then.”
The woman’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. “Tomorrow,” she echoed, her voice a haunting promise.
Without another word, the cloaked woman stepped back, fading into the shadows as if she were never there. Ishana remained seated before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. She knew the path she had chosen was fraught with danger, but she also knew there was no turning back now.
