"What have you done? Why did you ruin everything? Our story was a fairytale dream come true."
She kept thrashing her arms on the door with full force, only for her pleas to fall on deaf ears. Her wedding bangles broke and fell, her wrists bled and h...
How it felt like home getting back to work after so long!
She had longed to come back here. And not much had changed actually all these years.
Meanwhile, Kalyani had her mother had shifted to a new home. They were still in Banaras, for no other place felt this good.
And now, she had no fear of being chased by Raghav Chauhan.
For what harm could a dead man do to her.
Raghav Chauhan had died a few months ago, still in the jail premises, and his last rites had been performed by his son, Rudra Chauhan.
As soon as she had got the news, she decided to relocate to Banaras and came back from Ayodhya, after living there in hiding for five years.
With no proper job there, she received a monthly stipend and other help from the retired DGP. However, she never nudged him to give her credit for her sacrifice. She was content with what she had.
And even if she was unable to join her work, she would not regret it. But the DGP was helpful and assured her that everything would be alright once she went back.
Fairly enough, she applied for a vacancy and joined in as the senior resident working at BHU.
But what she didn't realise was that, although the fire had been doused, an inch, a spark of the flame was still alive.
He wasn't about to forget her anytime soon. Infact, he had remembered each and every word of hers, intending to use it against her to hurt her or insult her.
Rudra was there, out and about, already on the hunt for her.
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“Your father has left a letter for you.”
The policeman handed over an envelope to Rudra.
As soon as he got the news of his father's passing, he came in at the prison for the final adieu. He had never visited him even once during his stay at the prison.
He had passed away due to a cardiac arrest one sudden morning.
He opened the letter quickly and read it in one go.
Dear son,
I am sorry for everything. I will make this a short letter. I know you are busy with other work and responsibilities and hardly have time to even visit your ailing father.
Hence in my last moments too, i will not take much of your time.
I have made a lot of mistakes. And in jail now, I only, sincerely, repent for them.
