His eyes were neither too dark nor too light, a shade where solace resides-the kind that could both ignite you like fire and freeze you like ice, evoking feelings you've never experienced before.
༺♡༻
*IF*
What a word, isn't...
Everyone talks about how much a father loves his daughter, but no one mentions how deeply a daughter loves her father-sacrificing her dreams, choices, and even her own happiness for him.
Why is this love rarely spoken of?
༺♡༻ "Aapki muskurahat pe lutaayi hai duniya saari, Papa. Ek baar aur muskuraaiye na-dekhiye, aapki gudiya aayi hai. Wapas aa jaiye na... wapas aa jaiye na."
-Devika☘
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Jai switched off the television with a smirk. He strolled into the kitchen, took a box of sweets from the refrigerator, and brought it into the hall.
Taking one sweet, he placed it in front of his mother, who was seated in her wheelchair, half her body paralyzed. She looked at him with confusion in her eyes.
"Confused, aren't we, Mom?" he said, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Have this sweet first; I'll tell you everything."
He fed her a piece before setting the box down on the dining table and sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her.
"My dear father-in-law really thought he could make a fool out of me by buying up my shares, inciting my investors, and ruining my business in London. But that wasn't his biggest mistake. No, the worst thing Raghav Vyas ever did was to steal Saavi, the love of my life, by poisoning her family against me."
He paused, a glint of bitterness flashing across his face, the hurt and betrayal momentarily washing over him.
"And that witch Saavi," he continued, his voice darkening, "chose her father over me and got married to someone else. But now, I'm getting my revenge on all of them!"
A maniacal laugh echoed through the mansion, sending chills down his mother's spine.
She looked at him, horrified, realizing that his obsessions would destroy him too-just as they had done to her.
"Let's go to the funeral, then," Jai muttered to himself, smirking. "Time to play the grieving son-in-law."
He whistled as he made his way out of the mansion.
-·-·-
She stepped into her home after months, disheveled and weary.
Her hair was tangled, her face pale, and she still wore the bloodstained white kurti. Close relatives looked on, shocked by her haggard appearance.
Her mother's heart shattered at the sight of her daughter, tears streaming down her face.
Devika's bua recoiled, making a disgusted face at the state her niece was in, yet she tried to console Devika's mother. The rest of the family, sitting in somber silence, exchanged shocked glances.
