The City of Sunshine "Udaipur"in the beautiful state of India Rajasthan......A place from where million stories have arised...some of them are still a mystery....the state of ancient culture, civilization, forts, palaces and much.......
"The Shatter...
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Three weeks. It's been three weeks since I’ve been confined to this room, isolated from the world. After that late-night drive with Rudra, the memory of it still sends a chill down my spine—but in a good way. That night was perfect, almost magical. I can’t help but think back on it and smile. It was the best day I’ve had in a long time, and for the first time, I began to reconsider my opinion of Rudra.
Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought. Sure, he has his mood swings—sometimes, he’s the rudest person on earth, and other times, he’s too sweet. So sweet that it’s almost hard to believe. It's confusing. One moment, I feel like I’m dealing with a tyrant, and the next, he’s a completely different person—kind, gentle, even considerate. Maybe he’s just misunderstood. Or maybe he’s struggling with his own issues, like anger.
I’m starting to believe that I can make peace with this new beginning. Perhaps, it’s time I accept it. I can start fresh with Rudra. And now he is also giving me my bakery back. The thought of returning to my bakery fills me with happiness—it’s my passion, my dream. At least, I’m not living with my so-called parents anymore. Not even parents, really. They were nothing but betrayals, treating me like I was just a worker for them, someone to fulfill their needs. But that’s all in the past now.
Here, I’ve had time to rest, to think. I have someone by my side now. Well, sometimes he’s by my side, and sometimes it feels like he isn’t. Our relationship is still distant, not close enough to share my deepest secrets or fears. But I think I’m starting to like him—Rudra, that is. He’s not as bad as I initially thought. He’s complicated, his mood changes like the wind, but there’s something about him that draws me in.
And Dadi Sa, she’s been good to me. A little strict, but her heart is in the right place. On the other hand, Dada Sa... well, he’s never around. Always off on some business trip or another. Chacha Sa? He hasn’t spoken a word to me since the wedding. And as for Chachi Sa, she never misses an opportunity to taunt me. But I’ll deal with that. I’ve dealt with worse.
This is my life now. A new chapter, a new beginning. And I think, just maybe, I’m ready for it.
Although I wasn’t entirely alone in this house, Vetansh and Ritvi often came to visit me. They were the only ones I felt genuinely close to here, the only ones who treated me like a person. I found comfort in their presence, and we had become quite friendly. They were cool, sweet, and the closest thing to friends I had in this mansion. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the door to my room creaked open, and Chachi Sa stepped inside.
"It's been three weeks since you cooked," she said coldly, her eyes scanning the room with disdain. "It's time to stop your stupid dramas and get on with it. Do something useful. I didn’t ask you to cut your nerves." Her words were sharp, filled with annoyance rather than concern.
"I’m sorry, Chachi Sa," I muttered softly. "I’m planning to start soon."
"Soon?" she repeated with a smirk. "Okay, then. You should make lunch today. Start with something sweet. You know the ritual, right? The bride must prepare something sweet first as a tradition. And don’t forget, you’re living in this house now. There are rules. We don’t care if you’re a dirty woman from some dirty area. Now, you have responsibilities here. After the sweet, you’ll make the rest of the lunch too."
