SANGAM (Book-2)

CHAPTER-34

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The poignant tale of a soul, forever scarred by the wounds of rejection and abandonment. A person, who throughout his life, yearned for the simplest, yet most elusive, of human desires - acceptance. Acceptance from his own family, who were supposed to be his rock, his safe haven. But alas, it was a luxury he was never afforded.

He craved the love of his siblings, the warmth of their companionship, the comfort of their presence. But it was a craving that remained forever unfulfilled. His father's love, too, was a distant dream, a fleeting mirage that vanished into thin air whenever he tried to grasp it. The pain of rejection was a constant companion, a shadow that followed him everywhere, a reminder that he was never good enough.

And then, there was a brief, shining moment, when he thought he had finally found what he had been searching for all his life. A moment of acceptance, of love, of belonging. But it was short-lived, a cruel tease, a heartless trick. Instead of being enveloped in warmth, he was taught a harsh lesson, a lesson in responsibility, in guilt, in shame. He was held liable for something he never did, a burden he was forced to carry, a weight that crushed his soul.

The night his father asked him to leave, to abandon the only home he had ever known after his mother's death, was a night that would haunt him forever. The streets were cold, unforgiving, a labyrinth of darkness and despair. He wandered, lost, injured, and hungry, with no place to call his own, no one to turn to. The world seemed to have conspired against him, to have abandoned him to the whims of fate.

But then, like a beacon of hope, a guiding angel appeared. A man, who saw the potential in him, who believed in him, who gave him a chance to redeem himself. He sponsored his studies, gave him a new lease on life. For a year, he was a changed person, a person with a purpose, a person with a future.

But fate, it seemed, was not done with him yet. The sudden death of his benefactor sent him stumbling, sent him careening into the abyss of uncertainty once again. But the lessons he had learned, the values he had imbibed, the strength he had gained, stayed with him.

He found a new family, a new sense of belonging, with Rishi and Yuvraj and their siblings.... He worked hard, he studied hard, he built an empire, and he never looked back.

But deep inside, the child still lived, the child who forever craved for the love and acceptance of his own family. The child who missed his mother, his choti maa, his father, and most importantly, his siblings. The child who had been forgotten, but not lost. The child who still yearned for the warmth of connection with his siblings, for the comfort of being loved, for the security of being accepted.

And so, behind the façade of AS, the cruel man with no heart, the child still lived, still breathed, still yearned. A poignant reminder that even the toughest of exteriors can hide the deepest of wounds, and that sometimes, it takes a lifetime to heal...

Despite his valiant efforts to bury the past and forge ahead, the memories continued to haunt him, refusing to be silenced. The words, still echoed in his mind, a painful reminder of the rejection he had faced at the hands of his own siblings. Their faces, twisted in anger and pain , still lingered in his mind's eye, a constant source of anguish and sorrow.