The morning was here. Rays of the sun were peeking through the windows and falling directly on Diya's face.
She slept on the couch last night after a mental breakdown. But, finally she had made up her mind about the restaurant. She looked up to find the house empty. Everything was cleaned and the aroma of the breakfast reached Diyal's nostrils.
".Di." She called out, but got the silence as the answer. She got on her feet to look for Disha in another room, when her eyes fell on the note stuck to the table. It was from her sister.
'Had to leave for an emergency, I am really sorry. And breakfast is prepared. Please don't think or do it in an instant. I am sorry for not being able to save you from all these but trust me, I am trying hard. See you soon, have your breakfast sweetheart, I love you'
Diya sighed, folding the paper she kept in the drawer and went to the washroom to freshen up.
She wore a dark blue shirt with white stars spread all over it, paired it with grey pants. Her hair is in a bun with a few strands falling on her forehead.
Diya sat to have her breakfast but didn't have the appetite. Her phone pinged with a text from a staff member of 'her restaurant' who was like a friend to her.
'Good morning'
It's indeed not a good morning.
Finishing her meal she stood up, took her phone and walked down to her apartment and drove off somewhere.
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Her car stopped in front of a mansion, which was a little new to her. Her heart pounded in her chest. Diya rubbed her hands to calm herself. She looked down to herself and shook her head.
"Why didn't I change my outfit?" But she couldn't care much and started walking ahead.
She pressed the doorbell and waited patiently to be answered. Peeling off the skin on her thumb, biting her lips, tapping her foot on the floor, was a way to calm herself.
As she lifted her hand to press the bell again, the door opened, revealing the face of a man probably in his early thirties, which was unknown to her.
"Who is on the door, honey?" A sweet voice came from behind.
"I don't know. Maybe your guest." He stepped aside to let Diya in.
A smile spread across the face of the woman sitting in the living room with the little baby boy of around 2 years on her lap.
"Diya" she stood up, handing the baby to the man.
"Divya di." Diya ran and hugged her sister, whom she met after a long time, while the man stood at a corner with a confused expression.
"Arhan, meet her, my youngest sister, Diya." Diya turned towards the man that was Arhan. He gave a small smile to her and turned his attention, towards the two years in his arms.
Diya looked at the baby and noticed that his eyes were similar to Divya's, Hazel.
Divya noticed Diya looking at the baby. She understood the thoughts going in her mind.
Diya, she called out and Diya turned to her, taking the boy in her arms, who had a spark in his eyes, to be introduced to a guest. He clapped his hands and reached out for her. She was hesitant, but took him in her arms.
"I'll bring some tea." The man who was Arhan went into the kitchen.
"Diya, this little devil is Rishi." Diya looked at Rishi, who kept his head on her shoulders and was playing with her hair strands.
"Rishi" the little boy looked up with a toothy smile at her. He sure was a bubble of sunshine.
"Mausi ko namaste bolo, bete." Diya's eyes widened. She parted her lips, but nothing came out.
(Greet your aunt, Son)
"Yes, he's my son. He's soon turning two, and the man you met was my husband."
Arhan walked in with three cups of tea in his hands.
They all sat down on the sofa, set in the middle of the hall.
"Di"
Divya turned towards Diya who seemed nervous. "I need to talk about something" Divya passed a small smile, and caressed Diya's hands to reassure her. "Sure"
Diya explained and expressed all about the situation she was in and what she was feeling.
How their mother has put her in this charade. How she ended up choosing between herself or the restaurant. How she had to marry someone she didn't even know. How her second elder sister is blaming herself for her condition.
"Your mother seems to be so wicked, I knew she was one." Arhan jokes but soon regrets as he realises what he said.
He muttered a small apology before anyone could say anything.
But Diya smiled through her tears.
"He is so right, isn't he"
Divya nodded and looked towards her son sleeping peacefully in Diya's arms. Will she be the same as her mother?
The thought aroused, she thought that she would be a good mother until this.
"Stop thinking like that"
Diya and Arhaan said in unison, like they read her mind.
"So what are you gonna do now?"
The question itself seemed like a puzzle which required a sacrifice of herself or her precious restaurant.
"I don't know." The confusion and the chaos was clearly visible in her voice. Her body was pale. The colour of her lips faded away. Her cheeks had dried tear stains. But she knew what she had to do now.
"But, I'm ready." The couple with the baby, who had his attention occupied by the teacup having different patterns, turned their heads towards her.
"For what?" They knew very well what she meant. But they won't let her do that at any cost.
"I am ready to marry"
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