How very witty is it of time? When a house in a village was decorated with sheen and shine to celebrate a new beginning, there was another dwelling in the same one that was dim due to the grim caused by a broken relation. Everything was silent since the ill-fated news had entered the ancient house. A house so pious that even the walls were familiar with Guru Granth Sahib script and born within the boundaries of this godly dynasty was a son, a smug on the forthcoming descendants of the abode. Sardar sahib had confined himself inside his room and his widowed sister Gurpreet sat outside the door crying for the calamity his brother had seen in just one year.
Yes! It was love that had brought a curse on this kin. Gurpreet being a female was the first victim. On the nightfall of her marriage when she had sewn on her red dress dreams and fantasies of being adored. She was acquainted with a horrible reality. Ignoring his newly wedded wife, her husband descended to the kitchen below. Following him out of curiosity she quietly made her way through the slumbering folks of the house. To her sheer disbelief, her husband was making love to the household maid. Till the dawn she sat quietly in her room awaiting for the culprit. When he stepped inside the trap she confronted, the man with a voice so loud that her in-laws came running. Angry as hell but deeply broken inside she took her unopened steel box which carried her belongings. In the same red dress she was back to her own house in which she was departed with well wishes.
The next prey were her brothers. It would have been a pleasure if Beena had died of an ordinary disease; no she had taken her life with her own cursed hands leaving Hari Singh to calculate the past of his marriage. Beena's suicide had opened a Pandora box. For years she said in her letter that she has devoted herself to the man she married. But when Sachdev, younger brother of Sardar sahib returned home from the battle; she couldn't wall up her love for him. Apparently Sachdev and Beena were massively in love in their days of youth. Promising Beena for their eternal love, Sachdev went for serving in the military. She tried to give excuse to her parents. She used to find dirt in every single man that came to ask her hand in marriage. She wrote letters to her lover, telling him about the dismay she was enclosed in but after a long silence she gave up and the unstable health of Bibi had left her no choice, she promised Guru Gobind Singh that she would marry without any resistance to the man who will come next. Fate took an interesting turn of events, she was married to the elder brother of his lover. She tried to stay truthful to the man whose child she was carrying in her womb. Everything was in a standard sort when out of the blue Sachdev returned. Guilty inside, she faced him day in and day out hiding from his miserable eyes. Being weak and fragile she couldn't handle pressure and after so many years of care and love taken from both the brothers, she gave herself up. Her offspring followed her steps in wounding Sardar Hari Singh. Sardar sahib was ashamed to face the world, he was ashamed of his fugitive son. His son was not a Guru Nanak follower anymore, he was a Muslim now.
