SITA

Eight months had passed since Sita's marriage to Atharv, and their relationship remained strained and distant. Atharv's heart seemed forever tethered to his late wife, Naira. Their connection was minimal-barely more than that of strangers. Despite being his second wife, Sita was aware that Naira's memory loomed large in their home.

Sita's curiosity about Naira and her place in Atharv's life had only grown stronger over the months. She knew that Naira had passed away, but the details of her life and death were shrouded in mystery. The more she tried to understand her husband and his deep-seated grief, the more she felt the need to uncover the truth about Naira and Dev's enigmatic behavior. Dev, in particular, remained a puzzle, often comparing Sita to Naira in ways that left her feeling confused and unsettled.

One day, as Sita wandered through the house, she approached a maid who had served Atharv and Naira. "What was she like?" Sita asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of sadness.

The maid, with a soft smile, responded, "Who?"

"Naira," Sita clarified, her eyes searching for answers.

The maid's smile grew warmer. "She was beautiful-both in appearance and in heart."

Sita's curiosity deepened. "And... what happened to her?"

The maid's expression shifted to one of sadness. "She is no more," she replied gently, before silently exiting the room.

The brief conversation left Sita with more questions than answers. The mystery of Naira's life and death lingered, fueling her determination to uncover the truth. She was resolute in her desire to understand her husband's past and to build a future filled with love and happiness. As she pondered the unanswered questions, she knew she would have to delve deeper to find the answers she sought.