Sacrifice And Realisation (BOOK #1) ✔

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Sanchi tried remembering the password to the locked door that she had mistakenly seen on the day of her marriage. Though she was feeling guilty for breaking into someone's confidential room, but the words of Durga disturbed her.

The workroom could possibly be the key to the locked treasure of his heart and for a second, she realized how he had touched her mobile without her consent. To achieve something good, she knew she had to perform the wrong deed. Moreover, his cellphone was ringing somewhere behind the locked door and she exactly entered the correct password.

*G-O-D-M-A-A-P-A*

The door unlocked easily and Sanchi sighed. The darkness of the room shuddered her and she lighted the torch in her mobile. Her limbs faltered as she stepped on to an electronic object. She recognized it to be his cellphone and picked it up. The battery percentage in his phone contained a warning as it had drained to a mere six per cent.

A quick glance around the room stopped her heartbeat for a second since she could have never realized what his locked treasure contained. From the beautiful paintings to the clay statues and the little notes scrambled at the bottom of each, wrenched her heart. The tightness in her chest rose considerably when she took a glimpse of the red velvet diary.

"Some-thing devo-ted in the name of his mot-her!" A lone tear from her eye fell on the first page of the diary when she opened it. The heart wrenching first page brought a smile to her face as she read it attentively.

"My life began the day my parents brought me to this world."

"This is the reason why the locked door to my life opens with a key."

"The locked door of my room opens with a passcode, the passcode starts and ends with my mom and dad."

"If God ever lived on Earth, it would be Parents." ➡ G-O-D

"One who introduces you to the world, gives you life, makes sure you aren't starving, makes sure you are protected from a fall and teaches you to walk, is your mother." ➡ M-A-A

"One who introduces the world to you, gives you living, makes sure you know the value of starving, makes sure you are able to get up from a fall and teaches you walks of life, is your father." ➡ P-A

➡ G-O-D-M-A-A-P-A

The beautiful lines brought more tears to Sanchi's eyes as her fingers caressed the page. She flipped the other pages and most of them contained beautiful lines of poems and sketches for his mother and father.

In between the pages, her eyes fell on the dried sunflower and the little note. "For the Goddess of my life, my mom. To be given to her once the conditions are achieved."

"Condi-tions? The things are defini-tely not right bet-ween the mother and son. But see-ing his extre-me love for his mot-her does-n't prove he hates his mot-her even a bit. Why is this cold war bet-ween them?" Sanchi wondered as she replaced the diary in it's place.

Her careful gaze took note of everything around the room and she whispered, "He is multi-talent-ed, a great paint-er, a skilled guitar-ist and an excep-tional statue ma-ker. As Vidya had told me, he was a roman-tic boy at heart who was-n't like what he is now. His chan-ge is really hard to dig-est and I under-stand how his fam-ily feels for him."

She was admiring the hidden Vihaan in him when her eyes fell on the most perfect sketch. The sketch from the railway station startled her. She at once recognized Chetan by the clothes the sketch of a little child wore in it and the flower basket in his hand. She remembered Chetan telling her about his bidding with Vihaan and how he had given his bracelet to him.