The story started in 1980's in a small village. He was her teacher, she was his little student.
Circumstances made them helpless as he was forced to tie the knot with her to save her from the cruel society. With the twists and turns of lives when t...
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It was the school ground where two men were walking side by side.
"Janamdin mubarak ho, Raghuwanshi Sahab" (Happy Birthday, Mr. Raghuwanshi)
A man in his mid 30's wished forwarding his hand towards Rishiraj.
"Thank you, Mr. Sagar"
Rishiraj smiled at the man who was none other than his fellow teacher.
"So what's going on?"
"Umm, All are good"
They engaged themselves in a conversation and remained walking towards the teacher's cabin.
Shree and some other girls were passing from there after the class when the voices came from behind making her stop in the middle.
'Aj Master Ji ka janamdin hai? Par unhone to hume na bataya kuch' (Today is Masterji's birthday but he didn't tell me anything)
She fell in deep thoughts pouting a little and then went inside the classroom.
Sitting on one of the benches, Shree got lost in her thoughts.
"What happened, Shree? Why are you making these weird expressions. Have you gone mad?"
Radha asked her friend who was till now lost in her own world.
"Today is Master Ji's birthday"
She uttered puffing her cheeks making her best friend excited a bit.
"Yaay, So what are you going to give him. Did you plan anything?"
"Wohi to hum soch rahe the tabh se. Baba ke bad to kaka kaki ne hume janamdin mein kabhi kuch bhi na diya. Isiliye hume to kuch pata hi na hai, ki ka dena hota hai apne pati ko" (That's what I was thinking. After my father's death, my uncle and aunt never gifted me anything, so I don't have any idea about all these. I don't know what I should give to my husband)
