ENTWINED (Complete)

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RISHAB'S POV

As I enter the tribe border I felt something odd. There were no guards on border but i chucked the thought. I was coming back after three years and I just realized how much actually I missed my masa(mother) all this time. I am Rishab Maheshwari and I work as a criminal lawyer in a reputed law firm in Jaipur. I belong to most backward tribe in Rajasthan which is ruled by my family from last hundred years. People of my tribe are mainly dependent on agriculture, hunting and handicraft for their living. The tribal people are not allowed to cross tribe borders without permission from there tribal head and any person who enter the border without permission is killed by tribal people. Tribe is ruled by tribal head who is from my family and a Sabha of seven members is made who help tribal head to run the tribe. Tribal head choose these seven members. Only members of Sabha and Maheshwari family are allowed to visit city on behalf of tribe for trade purpose. People here live very underdeveloped life with no electricity, hospitals, schools, or any other facility. In my tribe women are still meant only to serve her husband and give birth to an heir. A husband can do anything to his wife, marry as many times as he wishes and can even kill her and no one will question him. Even police and law does not interfere with our tribe after people of my tribe burnt two inspectors alive who tried to save innocent women's.

Thankfully for me, my Bapusa had sent me to city for getting education so that i can use law in our favour but once i completed my education, i decided not to settle in our tribe. I never had a good relation with my Bapusa (father) or Bhaisa (elder brother) due to their orthodox mentality and barbaric nature.

As I enter my house, I could see a lot of people were gathered there. I parked my car and went inside and what I saw was enough to stop me breathe....My Masa, Bapusa and Bhaisa all were lying on ground wrapped in white cloth. I went towards my Masa tears were flowing through my eyes. I am sorry masa I did not came fast I thought and sat beside her. Someone placed a hand on my shoulder. He was my maternal uncle, my Mamasa he was telling me something but the only words i could grasped were accident... On spot...drunk.... truck. I kept looking at my Masa when someone told me Chotee Sahab its time. It was Ramu kaka - my caretaker and I nodded no..... My Mamasa came to me he placed his hand on my head. Chotee u cannot keep them with you. You have to let them go and make them free from this world and then I realized

I am an orphan now.