The life of a sunshine professor Pankti Bajaj(24),takes a drastic shift when she faces the harsh reality on her wedding night that she isn't married to her fiance instead to his elder brother - Maahir Raghuvanshi (30), a grumpy businessman, owner of...
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It’s 21st of March.
Twenty-two years back, I never imagined that day would mark my last meeting with my Mom. Chetna Arora, the rising sculptor who left her legal advisor career to follow her passion. She was the quintessence of wisdom, talent, and spirituality but fate had other plans as she left her world at the young age of thirty-one.
Mr. Raghuvanshi would frequently mention whenever I visited their place- ye mare huye logon ke jaane se zindagi ruk nahi jaati.
(Life doesn't stop with the departure of anyone's dead.)
Rukti nahi hai par zindagi zindagi nahi rehti,
Bitate nahi hai par zindagi bas kaatti hai,
Jeete nahi hai par zindagi bas bojh lagti hai,
Kisi ke jaane se har kisiko farak na pade, par kisike liye zindagi zindagi nahi rehti.
(Life doesn’t stop, but it no longer feels like life.
Time passes, but life just drags on.
We don’t truly live; life feels like a burden.
For some, the departure of one may not matter, but for others, life loses its essence.)
No matter how one tries, some guilt stays till the last breath. They are equivalent to wounds, they may heal for the world but deep down only we experience how they inflict pain periodically.
“Sir, we’ve arrived at Raghuvanshi’s Mansion” Zain, my assistant informed me, getting outside of the car and strolling to reach my side to open the car gate.
Stepping out of the car, my eyes stared at the Mansion standing proudly, decorated in several colors and lights, and the workers rushing to get the work done.
I approached inside, keenly observing the changes adapted here learning it had undergone renovation after my last visit during Mom’s birthday.
“Maahir Bhai” I turned, hearing Kiara’s voice, her hands busy fitting her earrings.
“For Avyukta Bhaiya’s wedding?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows in surprise.
I shook my head and diverted my way to my room on the first floor after heading towards the elevator installed for convenience on the ground floor.
Pressing the button, I waited for it to arrive downstairs as my eyes watched the digit changing from two to one and zero in a shorter span.
The metal door slid open and I found Avyukta, my half-brother standing against the metal wall.
“Maahir Bhai, you here? It’s 21st March” he broke the ice, darting his eyes from his phone to me.
“I don’t need permission to visit the place where I’ve equal shares in it” I replied, walking inside and my finger hardly pressed the button.
