Sanction Of Destiny

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"Maa, humara man bohot bechain hai

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"Maa, humara man bohot bechain hai. Itne waqt baad sab sath hai, kyun na kal subha ghar mein choti si puja karwa le?" Sumitra suggested to Manjari.

(Mom, my heart is very restless. It's been so long since we've all been together; why not have a small puja at home tomorrow morning?)

"Ye to bohot acchi baat hai, karwa lo. Aur bache abhi tak bahar hain; aayenge to unhe bata dena. Aisa na ho ki ghar ki puja mein ghar ke bache hi na ho," Manjari approved. 

(That's a wonderful idea; go ahead and arrange it. The children are still outside; when they come, make sure to inform them. We wouldn't want the kids missing from the home puja.)

Sumitra nodded enthusiastically and left to inform everyone.

As the group entered the house, they were greeted by the buzzing of the ladies.

"We thought you all would be asleep by now!" Aadarsh exclaimed, lounging on the sofa. 

"Parthvi?" Veer inquired, scanning the room. "and Randheer too!" Sangeeta added, her gaze roaming in search of them. 

"They are coming together..." Vedanshi announced just as Parthvi and Randheer stepped in.

"You all are here, so listen closely! We have a puja in the morning, and I want all of you present by eight!" Sumitra declared with an authoritative tone. 

"But..."

"So early..."

"Okay!" they protested half-heartedly, but Parthvi's agreement silenced them all as she ascended the staircase wrapping her locks in a rough bun.

"Okay? Humein to laga tha sab se jyada natak inhi ke honge," Harshita murmured in disbelief, watching Parthvi's retreating figure.

(Okay? I thought they would create the most fuss about this.)

I sank into the couch in the gallery outside my room, my eyes shutting close as I leaned my head against the backrest

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I sank into the couch in the gallery outside my room, my eyes shutting close as I leaned my head against the backrest. Everything felt heavy and oppressive. I wish to escape or maybe to be caged forever.

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