" Tu h dawa ya dard h par hai mera... sirf mera "
"What will happen when on the night of their wedding, Shivya sees her husband for the first time, who is none other than the same person she has been in love with since her past life? But on that ve...
" Eyes hold tears, heart bears pain Yet her smile holds life's essence She's a broken, flickering light Still shining, still radiant "
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A girl in beautiful yellow anarkali that radiates orange colour in sunlight rush up to the temple stairs in the early morning.
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" Shivyaa!....get hold on your breath...." A girl said politly when shivya reached at the end of stairs.
" Mai thik hu Radha...pehle ye bta mandir mai bheed too nhi lgi na...? " Shivya asked taking the worship plate from Radha hand.
( The temple isn't too crowded... isn't it?")
" Aise kaise ho skta hai...pehla navratri ka din hai....tera chadhawa or mata Rani ka ashirwad tere nam ka hai....saalo se dekh rhi hu iss mandir mai navratri wale samay tere per pehle padte h..." Radha said walking together with shivya towards the durga temple. Shivya just smiled at her.
("How can this be...it's the first day of Navratri...the auspicious beginning is in your name, and Mata Rani's blessings are reserved for you....I've been seeing this temple for years during Navratri, and your footsteps are always the first to fall here.")
They entered together with ringing the bell. All the temple was decorated, no one still came here. The priest was decorating the beautiful idol of goddess Durga. Shivya take the chunari and handed over him.
" Tumhara hi intezar kar raha tha...ki kab tum chunari le kr aaogi ..." The priest said with a smile. ( I was waiting for you that when will you bring the chunari?")
" Jai mata di....dada sa..." Shivya greets him with touching his feet taking blessings from him.
" Jai mata di....khush raho humesha...humari bachi.." dada sa patted her head.
" Mai bhi hu...." Radha whinned touching his feet.
" Khush rho!...khush rho!..." Dada sa laughed at her childish behaviour.
He is shivya grandfather " Mangal Chauhan ". He is the head of Chauhan royal family of suryapur. Now living in rajgarh, leaving the comfort and royality he lives in this temple from years after his wife death. This temple is made by his ancestors and he was taking care of it. Besides, the temple there is a small beautifullly house cottage where he lived with his granddaughter Shivya.
