1945, My Love Story (Unedited & Raw Version)

Phase IV: A New Slave From Chandekar

"I am asking you this for the last time miss, who are you & what are you doing here?" I made myself clear with a warning tone and she shook in fear.

"Daughter!" A voice came from behind me. I turned around to find Bhavani standing there. "Daughter, chhote hukum." He repeated.

"Daughter?" I got confused.

"Avni! My...daughter. Here come, work daily, today start!" He explained with his words. "You eat kheer, she cook!"

His words registered in my mind and I understood that her daughter came to work here as another family member of him. It was his repay to my father. I felt really bad because it was absolutely my fault. Just because of my one silly mistake a young innocent girl will be hauling the burden of working here for the rest of her life.

It's really heart breaking.

But then suddenly, it also reminded me that I thought I saw the same girl who was protesting at the field throwing stones at British army people, I believed, she was the one chanting the slogans against British.

But, is she the same girl, or it's just a coincidence that I saw  two girls with similar features?  This girl who made a delicious dish by her delicate hands can't be the girl who used the same hands to throw that stone. The girl whose beautiful innocent eyes' reflection I saw in the unclear mirror, looked fragile and shy. And the girl I saw on the field was brave and fierce.

Was she that same girl?

I got so many questions in my mind but yet I was quite sure that it was you at both the places. My sense of remembrance was quite clear though I saw two different personalities, I saw something that no one else might have noticed.

Those eyes, those distinctive shade of blue eyes which was really an uncommon characteristic in any Indian origin man or woman.

That thought made me turn my head slightly to see her from the left corner of my eyes, she was still hiding her face behind that veil. Since, I realised that she was the one of the culprits in the eyes of British army & my father, I decided to keep the truth to myself. I was well aware that if they find out about her, they will definitely put her behind the bars and torture her whole family.

"Ahem...I am really sorry, I thought...uh...never mind. My apology miss umm..uh.."

"Avni." Bhavani helped me pronounce her name.

"Y-yes, Avni!" I nodded at her father. "Well, I shall go see my mother if you will excuse me!" I hurriedly left the place giving a last glance by turning my head towards her half-covered face.

As I was walking through the corridor, I kept recalling about the beautiful eyes & melodious voice of the young lady I just met when I visited Bhavani's house. It was totally opposite to what I saw during the reading on the field the other day. That day, she seemed determined, rebellious, strong & courageous. But, when I saw her in their house, she looked like a very simple indoor girl. And even today, she looked very humble & down to earth.

The one question that constantly bothering me in my mind was-who actually she is & what is her real side?

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Mother was feeling sick today, so after lunch hours, I came to see her. Many days had been passed but she had not completely recovered yet. The doctor came to check and informed that she needed more care.

Because of my training, I was not able to give her enough time which made me feel sad. She needed me and that is why I was allowed to come back here in India. But, father pressurizing me to join the training conveyed some conflicted intentions of him.