What would happen when two individuals, one innocent and the other dark, encounter each other after eight long years ? Time has transformed them both into darker, more complex beings.
Shivaay Singh Rathor, the most feared mafia king in Rajasthan, ex...
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Lost in my thoughts, I glanced at the clock. It was already 9 AM. Snapping out of my reverie, I quickly tied my hair, stepped out of my room, and walked toward the hall. To my surprise, the entire mansion was buzzing with activity. Decorations were being put up, flowers arranged, and a strange air of celebration surrounded the place.
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For a moment, a cold shiver ran down my spine, and a strange thought crossed my mind—could Shivaay be coming back? No, no, that can't be possible. There's no way there would be celebrations for that demon's return, right? With these thoughts swirling in my head, I walk over to Nirmala Maasi and ask,
Gauri: "Maasi, yeh sab kya chal raha hai?"
(Maasi, what's going on here?)
Nirmala: "Kya sab?"
(What do you mean?)
Gauri: "Yeh sajawate kyu ho rahi hai? Kahi Mr. Rathore wapas toh nahi aa rahe?"
(These decorations... Is Mr. Rathore returning?)
Nirmala: "Accha, yeh sab? Nahin beta, Shivaay baba ka toh pata nahi, par aaj hi call aaya tha ki big master India aa rahe hain. Toh hamari mansion ke lawn mein hi celebration hone wala hai, unke aane ki khushi mein."
(Oh no, dear. This isn't for Shivaay Baba. We just got a call today—Big Master is coming to India, and the celebration for his arrival will be hosted right here in our mansion's lawn.)
Gauri: "Ohh samjhii...Par maasi, yeh big master kaun hain? "
(Ohh got itt..but..Big Master? Who's that?)
Nirmala: "Woh..."
Before Nirmala Maasi can respond, Someone, calls out from behind.
Isha: "Maasa... main aa gayi!"
(Maasa... I'm here!)
I think it's Isha—Nirmala Maasi's daughter. She bursts into the room, her eyes glistening with excitement, and without a moment's hesitation, she rushes forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Nirmala Maasi. The embrace is full of warmth and love, and Maasi holds her just as tightly, her face lighting up with a joy that only a mother can feel.
