Lotus among the Roses
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Dernière publication sam., août 30, 2025
'I cried that night.....so much that it numbed me to my core'
Padmini sobbed hard. Her life came crashing down at her when she found that her husband had a mistress.......
" Gulbahar" this name signified the woman he loves......just like her name was she....the epitome of beauty and grace.
'Iam no match for her ...' thought she as she smiled bitterly and as her tears rolled down her face.
Will that was correct for her to be assured of her inferiority as she truly was far more inferior to that beauty who could wield swords while being able to recite poems that could elate the heart nor could she give her
husband political incites that could make his job easier.........for all she could do was stay at home and take care of his child .......
But so what? Can her maternal love compensate for the lack of love from her husband? Can her maternal love for her child make up for the feeling of standing alone in the world with no support...but whatever may be the case A Mother is the strongest being on the planet.
This thought alone led her enough strength to live on...... but then Then God decided that her husband having a mistress was not enough of a blow to her and hence he took away the light of her life ....her only child. That night she held her child's corpse in her arms but not one tear came out of her eye. It seemed as though she had not only lost her child she lost her life. That mistress of his came to her, she supported her, she said no word of consolation nor any word of sorry, she only supported her. He came too. The horror in his eyes when he looked at his baby and then at his wife was so vivid. She saw it but said nothing. All she did was stare at her baby.
As her baby received his funeral, she set herself on fire...well she was already dead inside why not set this mortal frame free?
But then occurred a miracle. A miracle then set a storm of vengeance in motion.
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