AUTHOR'S POV:
SAHAAYE MANSION:
The serene events of the morning were being engulfing into her body and soul, yet they left an odd sensation alongside them. Today, she felt an unusual stirring within, a peculiar premonition that something out of the ordinary was about to occur, something that wouldn't be easy to confront.
"Aaru, dear, hurry up and come for breakfast, or you'll be late," called out a voice, instantly lighting up her face with a broad smile, pushing all else into the background. It was the voice of her cherished mother, whom she adored more than life itself.
Her parents are the most cherished individuals in her life. They have provided her with reasons to live a peaceful life, yet the memories of that night still haunt her in her dreams. They have bestowed upon her everything, encompassing both love and pain. Even though she keeps it to herself, she remains deeply thankful to them.
Certainly, her parents never wish for her to feel upset over matters unrelated to her. However, when someone begins taunting and unjustly blaming you for actions you did not commit, your mind may mistakenly perceive it as your own fault.
It's a common scenario where individuals are made to feel responsible for situations they haven't caused. The undue pressure and manipulation can lead to self-blame. It's important to step back and assess the situation objectively, recognizing that the burden of guilt should not be carried for something beyond one's control.
"Yes, Mom, just a minute. I'm coming." she responded in a gentle tone, gliding towards her dressing table. She reached for her cherished bottle of Bella Vita Rose perfume and delicately misted it over her neck and shoulders.
[Bella Vita Rose Perfume is my personal favorite. I simply adore its fragrance.]
Having finished her morning tasks, she descended the stairs and joined her parents in the living room. With a radiant smile, she greeted them, "Good morning, Mom and Dad."
"Good morning, beta," they replied in unison, which broadened her smile. However, as usual, her grandmother's taunt followed, "Good morning kaisi? Iska chehra dekhne ke baad toh lagta hai pura din hi kharab ho jayega."
["What good morning? After seeing her face, it seems like the whole day will be ruined."]
"Maa, maine kitni baar kaha hai ki usne kuch nahi kiya hai. Uss din jo bhi hua tha vo sb bss ek accident tha. Aap hamesha usko taane kyun deti hain, vo bhi uss baat ke liye jisme uski koi galti hi nahi hai? Kripya baar-baar meri beti ko aise na kaha kariye. Woh aapki poti bhi hai." Before she had the chance to utter a word, her father intervened, silencing his mother before she could utter another word that might cause his daughter further distress.
[Mom, I've told you numerous times that she wasn't responsible for anything. What occurred that day was purely accidental. Please stop reproaching her for something she's not at fault for. I implore you not to speak to my daughter in such a manner; she is your granddaughter as well.]
"Ye meri kuch nhi lgti, ye mere liye usi din marr gai thi jis din maine apna sb kuch khoya tha. Nafrat krti hu mai isse, bhut nafrat." she declared, her gaze fixed on her with utter loathing.
[She means nothing to me; she died for me the day I lost everything. I despise her, truly despise her.]
"Dad, please don't confront her. She's right; it's all my fault," she said, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.
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HIS SCINTILLATE; HER SALVATION
RomanceStory of the two Billionaire who never interested in any kind of love or relationship as they have trust issues due to their disturbing past experience. She is broken as she has lost someone precious in her life. Now she is scared being close to an...
