SANGAM

CHAPTER-25

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Omkara sat on the bed, his fingers cradling the locket and photo as if they were fragile, precious treasures. His eyes gazed tenderly at the silver chain, his thumb and forefinger tracing the intricate design that symbolized love, success, and growth. The locket seemed to radiate a warm, golden light, as if infused with the memories and emotions of a bygone era.

As he held the locket, Omkara's mind wandered back to the day he first wore it around his neck. It was a gift from his bhai, Aarav, a token of their unbreakable bond. He remembered the way Aarav's eyes had sparkled as he handed him the locket, the way his voice had trembled with emotion as he said, "This is yours Omi....hamesha ise apne pass rakhna sambhalke....this is very precious to me but not more than you...aaj se ye tera hua ...."

Omkara's heart swelled with nostalgia as he recalled the countless moments he had shared with Aarav, the laughter, the tears, the adventures, and the quiet moments like this, when it was just the two of them, connected by an invisible thread of love and loyalty. The locket seemed to pulsate with the rhythm of their bond, a reminder of the promises they had made to each other, and the memories they had created together.

As he sat there, lost in thought, Omkara's eyes began to mist, his vision blurring as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He felt a lump form in his throat, and his chest constricted with emotion. The locket, once a symbol of joy and celebration, now seemed to hold a deeper significance, a reminder of the fragility and beauty of human connections...

Flashback....
It was Omkara's 8th birthday, and the excitement was palpable. His demand for a grand birthday party had been met with enthusiasm by Harsh and Mahima, who had left no stone unturned to make the day special. The party was in full swing, with all his school friends and neighbor friends in attendance. Omkara was beaming with joy, his eyes sparkling like diamonds as he flitted from one guest to another, basking in the attention.

The party had been a whirlwind of color and sound, with games, music, and laughter filling the air. Omkara had received a plethora of gifts from his loved ones, each one more thoughtful and exciting than the last. His father, Harsh, had given him a sleek remote control car, while his mother, Mahima, had presented him with a beautiful sketchbook and an array of colorful art supplies. Even his grandfather had joined in the celebrations, gifting him with a dashing royal blue suit that Omkara was proudly wearing.

As the time for cake cutting arrived, the guests began to gather around the table, their faces aglow with anticipation. But Omkara's excitement was short-lived, as he realized that his bhai, Aarav, was nowhere to be seen. He looked around frantically, his eyes scanning the crowd, but there was no sign of Aarav. When his grandfather asked him to cut the cake, Omkara's face fell, and he turned to Mahima with a worried expression.

"Mumma..bhai kidhar hai?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern. Mahima's face softened, and she was about to respond when Abijeet Rathore intervened.

"Aap cake cut kro Omi...woh aa jaayega," he said, trying to reassure Omkara. But Omkara was adamant. He shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Nahi...mein bhai ke saath hi cake cut krta hu...Bhaiiii!" he called out loudly, his voice echoing through the room. Harsh sighed and crouched down to Omkara's level, his face etched with concern.

"Omi...aapke bhai ko bahut tez fever hai...isiliye woh rest kr rha hai apne room mein," he whispered, trying to explain the situation to Omkara. But Omkara's face crumpled, and he looked like he was about to collapse.