Warning: Sensitive content ahead. Sexual harassment, rape and use of crude language.

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"What a great start, Agra!"

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After thanking the Store-Uncle for lending me his phone. I came out. Now, the important task in hand is to find a place to stay.

Josh-Josh mein keh toh gaye ki hum apna dekhlenhe yaha sab. Magar kaise? Hume toh na yaha ki galiya pata hai, na koi raaste. Humare paas toh phone bhi nhi hai.

[I said, I'll handle everything in my stubbornness. But how? I don't know any way around here. I don't even have a phone.]

Rickshaw. Yeah, I'll take a rickshaw and ask him to drop to a nearby cheap hotel. I made my way towards the main road in search of a ricksaw. And nothing. Ricksaw toh chodo, ek sadi bike tak nhi dekh rahi thi is viran se road par.

[There wasn't a single bike on the isolated road, let alone any Rickshaws.]

I was feeling scared now.

It was nighttime, and I was an alone girl with a huge amount of cash in my bag. This road was also isolated and vacant. What if I am on the wrong path? What if this leads to a deadend?

Mahadev, help me.

I walked a little further and saw a bunch of 3-4 men sitting around a cornor on their parked bikes. I thought about asking them for help, but the empty alchohol bottles lying on the ground and the cigarettes in their hands made me decide against it.

I ignored them and made my way ahead. One of them seemed to have noticed me because he whistled, looking at me and saying something to his friend, pointing towards me.

I quickened my pace, clutching the strap of my bag over my shoulder and my odani over my chest tightly. I mentally prayed to God not to let anything bad happen.

They started approaching me. Their speed and height were obviously more than mine because they caught up with me within a few strides. They circled me and started eyeing me up and down in an inappropriate way.

I felt sick already.

They were reeking of alchohol, cigarettes, and sweat.

"Ye kya batamezi hai? Raasta chodiye humara." I tried to sound as firm as possible, to not let them see my fear, that was literally making me shake in my boots.

[What's this insolence? Leave my way]

"Arre, itni bhi kya jaldi hai. We are just here to talk. Let us have a talk first. What do you say, beautiful?" One of them slurred, taking a step closer. All of them chuckled at his words.

[What's the rush?]

"No. I don't want to have any talk with you. Leave my way right now." I pressed more firmly this time. I tried to move past them, but one of them grabbed my arm to stop me.

I flinched and quickly moved back from him. "Tumhari himmat kaise huyi hume haath lagane ki?" I snapped, glaring at the man who touched me.

[How dare you touch me?]

He just chuckled and took a step forward. "Like this." He touched my forearm again. The others laughed at his actions, making my blood boil. I instinctively moved back from him.

"Don't touch me." I warned again. What kind of men were they? Don't they have women in their own house? They all looked young, not more than 25-26.

"Or else?" Another man provoked with a creepy, disgusting grin. "What will you do? Cry? Scream? Or fight us?" He chuckled. "Because let me tell you, you can cry. Or we're eventually going to make you cry for what we are about to do to you. You can scream, but that'll only bother that sweet throat of yours. And fight us? That's not even an option for you, sweetheart."

I fisted my palm. He was, unfortunately, right. There was nothing much I could do except for.. crying. But I won't give up so easily.

"Don't worry, beautiful. You'll beg for more when we're done with you." One of them said again. It was sickening to hear those words coming out of their mouth. I want to get out of here.

"Exactly," another man supported him. "You'll be completely ruined when we are done with you. You'll be nothing but a ragdoll for us to play with. I bet you'll look pretty good moaning and whimpering under us." He laughed cruelly. They all followed soon after.

I gritted my teeth. "Tumhare baap ki jagir dekh rahe hai hum tumko?" I snapped, glaring at them. If only, it was my Ajmer. They would've been permanently handicapped by now.

[You think this is your father's estate we're talking about?]

"Oh, aren't you a feisty little thing?" One of them taunted, mockingly. I need to get out of here. I can't physically fight 4 men on my own, especially with all these bags. As if, without bags, I would've done wonders.

I took a step back. My throat was dry, but her mind raced. I need to stay calm. I need to think. Run, and they’ll chase. Scream, and I’ll have a hand on my mouth before the first syllable ends.

I looked around—frantic. Empty streets. No rickshaw. No bike. Not even a dog. I cursed myself.

And then one of them lunged forward. "Come on, baby, you know we'll make pleasurable for you it. Now, be a good girl and come here." I felt my stomach churn at his crude words and disgusting tone.

"I bet her hole is tighter." One of them commented. I was going to get sick. My heart was beating so fast due to anxiety. Was my decision wrong? Am I really going to regret it this soon?

Please help me, Mahadev.

One of the men came forward and gripped my arm tightly. "Come on, let's have some fun. Just cooperate, and it'll be fun for you, too." He winked, whispering a seductive tone.

Fun? How would this be fun?

I don't want it. I didn't ask for it. How will it be fun for me when my dignity is being played?

I bit his arm, making him hiss and removing his grip from my wrist. I moved away from quickly. I glared towards all of them, ignoring my thumping heart. "Don't you dare come near me. I am warning you—"

"Or else, what, beautiful? What will you even do? Just cooperate, we'll be done soon. And then you can go wherever you want." One of them warned in a stern tone.

At that moment, surrounded by these men disgustingly eyeing me like an object, like I was nothing but a.. hole for them to use. All that came to my mind was run.

And I did.

I ran.

Clutching my odhani tightly to my chest, gripping my bags, I ran.

I could hear their footsteps following behind me. Warning me to stop.

My bag slapped against my hip, the dupatta flew off my shoulder. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My breath came out in ragged gasps as I bolted down the side alley. My sandals nearly tripped me over a stone. I stumbled, caught myself, kept going.

“Saali bhaag rahi hai!” I heard one of them shout behind me. Their voices grew distant—but not distant enough.

[That bitch is running away!]

My lungs were burning. Legs screaming. But I didn’t stop. What a great start, Agra! I mentally cursed everything, my fate, this city, these men and myself.

I wasn't exactly a runner. The only good thing was that they were all drunk. That's why they stumbled and couldn't catch up with me.

My chest burned. My feet hit the concrete like gunshots. I didn’t know where I was going. Left. Right. Through a dark alley. Out again. Just away.

I turned a corner blindly—

Ahhhhhh!

I screamed, covering my ears with my hand as I saw a bike moving towards me. Is this how I am going to die?

Just as I thought I was going to take my last breath, the bike came to an hault abruptly, making a loud screeching sound.

"Shit!" I heard the biker mutter under his breath. I opened my eyes. He was wearing a helmet, so I couldn't see his face properly.

"Are you blind or what? Who comes in front of a bike like this? Marna hai kya? Meri hi bike dekhi thi marne ke liye?" The biker snapped in annoyance as he saw me standing there.

[Do you want to die? Go die somewhere other than my bike]

My eyes narrowed at his tone and snapping. Why was he snapping on me? "I have no desire to die so soon, okay? I was just—" I trailed off when I heard the men behind me.

I looked behind. I could hear their footsteps. I looked back towards the biker. "Please, madat karo. Humare peeche kuch log pade hai." I pleaded before him frantically.

[Please, help me. Some men are after me]

I couldn't see his expressions beneath the helmet. He looked past me towards the men who came into view. He looked back at me and gestured for me to sit back on his bike. "Sit."

I quickly sat on his bike as he sped off. I covered my mouth to stop the yelp from escaping as he acceralated the bike, increasing the speed.

My chest was heaving heavily as I tried to catch my breath, after all that running. But after the surge of anxiety that I felt a few seconds ago, I was now feeling the rush of adrenaline course through my body.

He was riding so fast. It felt as if we were flying. And it scared the living hell out of me. Especially when he took those sharp turns. I thought we were about to clash with how less the distance was between the ground and our bodies.

After a few minutes, he came to a stop. The men were long forgotten behind us. I gestured, me to get off his bike. And gods, this was a near death experience.

I got off his bike. My legs were slightly wobbling as I caught my breath, panting. The biker got out the bike, too. And removed his helmet. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked strangely familiar. His hair color and eye color and all.

I shook my head. I must be spiraling. I looked up at him with gratitude. "Dhayawaad." I said gratefully.

[Thank you]

He nodded, looking at me up and down. Why was he looking at me like that? Oh god, was he like one of them, too? Why didn't this thought come to my mind before?

Did I escape one danger only to get into another?

But his gaze wasn't disgusting or dirty like theirs was. It was rather curious.  

"Did you like runaway from your wedding or something?" He asked, suddenly breaking my trail of thoughts. His tone was curious and assuming.

My eyes widened. "How do you know that?" I asked in disbelief. Was he a mind reader or an astrologer or something?

His expressions changed as he chuckled. He looked more approachable now. "Wah, mera tukka pehli baar sahi nikal gya." He said in astonishment.

[Wow, my guess is right for the first time]

Oh. So, it was just a wild guess come true. I looked around. It was still an abandoned road with no other vehicle in sight. I still felt paranoid.

He looked at me, and as though he understood my expressions, he said. "Hey, relax, I won't do anything to you, okay? I am a decent guy from a good family." He reassured me, raising both his hands with in a surrender position.

His tone was geniune and light-hearted, which made my nerves ease a bit. But still alert. "I'm Veer." He forward his hand for a handshake.

I thought for a while, whether to shake hands with him or not. He looked decent. And he did save me from those men. I forward my hand to meet his. "I'm Meera. Thank you for saving me back there." I introduced myself, and thanked him again.

"So, Meera, I assume you're new in the city?" He asked as we pulled our hands back, nodding towards the bag in my hands.

"Ji, bas abhi-abhi aaye the, aur aate hi itni badi mushkil mein phas gaye." I muttered the last part under my breath, but I sm sure he must've heard it, too.

[Yeah, I just arrived here. And got myself into such a huge trouble]

He nodded. "Let me drop you off just in case. Where do you want to go?" He asked, patting his bike seat.

I froze, pressing my lips in a thin line. Where did I want to go? I was acting all brave before. But now I felt scared. I was all alone in this unknown city. Should I just go back as Garv bhaiya suggested?

"Hello, Meera, Where to?" His voice brought my attention back to him. He was looking at me, expecting an answer. But I didn't have an answer to give!

I sighed. "I don't know." I spilled without even realising it. He looked taken aback by my answer.

"Huh? What do you mean?" He frowned in confusion. "Wait! let me guess. My guess about you running away was right. So, you ran away, came here and now you have nowhere else to go, am I right?" He clicked his finger in front of me like he solved the biggest mystery of the world.

I nodded. "Right." I muttered as I sat on the roat itself. My legs finally gave up. I couldn't stand any longer. "Why are you still here?" I couldn't stop myself from asking it. I know, it may have sounded rude after he just helped me out.

"I can't leave a girl alone here in the middle of nowhere, this late at night. Especially when you just escaped a dangerous situation. It's bad manners." He said. I exhaled, tired to my bones.

He sat beside me on the road. "So, what do you plan to do now? Want to share? Maybe I can help." He asked genuinely interested in helping.

I couldn't take it anymore. So, I did what I do best. What I do whenever I am stressed or angry or sad. And right now, I was all the three things mentioned above.

I screamed.

I screamed my lungs out, so loud. Veer hissed beside me, covering his ears, moving away. I didn't stop until I felt satisfied.

I stopped after all the strong emotions evaporated into thin air in the surrounded. I breathed heavily. Oh, that felt so good.

I looked beside me towards Veer, who was looking at me as if I had grown horns over my head. "Are you crazy?" He breathed out. "You almost made my ears bleed there."

"Sorry, but I needed to do that." I apologized, giving him an apologetic smile.

"So, it was some kind of coping mechanism?" He asked, rubbing his ears. I nodded, humming. "You still didn't answer my previous questions." He reminded.

I exhaled and started ranting about everything that happened so far. I needed to get it out of my chest. It was nice letting it all out to a third party, who had no opinions of his own in this matter.

"Wow." He breathed out. That's all he said after hearing my biography. Seriously?

"What's 'wow' in all this?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh, I mean... that was a pretty brave move to runaway alone." He said, defending himself quickly. We both sat their in silence, looking at the clear sky ahead of us.

"Waise tum humpe bhadke kyu tab jab hum tumhari bike se takrane wale the? Who ruined your mood?" I asked casually, playing with the hem of my dupatta.

[Why did you snap at me when I was about to clash into your bike?]

"Oh, that... I got into an argument with my dad." He said, half-shrugging. "He kept on taunting me about being unemployed. I lost my calm. Toh bas bike li aur tau-tau mein ghar se nikal aaya."

[So I just grabbed my bike and left the house in a rush]

"Tum berozgar ho?" I said, amysed. But it seemed to have come out the wrong way because he turned to me, poking his inner cheek, looking offended.

[You're jobless?]

"Excuse me? Kya matlab hai tumhara? Mein bas filhall kuch bada karne ki talash mein hu thik hai." He tried to justify his unemployment.

[What do you mean? I'm just planning on doing something big, okay]

"Big as in what?" I asked again, titling my head.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Look, now, that's getting offensive, okay. I saved you, show me some respect." He said, dusting the invisible dust off his collar.

"Well, you didn't exactly save me by fighting those men off. You technically just gave me a ride." I muttered, looking down at my feet.

He gasped dramatically. "You're such an ungrateful brat. Batao, bhalayi ka toh zamana hi nhi raha." He said, shaking his head like a great intellectually wise philosopher.

"Are all jobless this dramatic?"

He gave me a dead look. "You're getting personal now. Aur agar personal-private khelna hai. Toh kaise ladki ho tum, ghar se bhag gayi batao. Sharam nhi aayi jis thali mein khaya ussi mein ched karte huye? Bechare tumhare maa-baap par kya bet rahi hogi. Behaya kahi ki." He said dramatically.

[And if you want to play personal-private games, then what kind of girl are you, running away from home like that? Didn’t you feel ashamed, biting the very hand that fed you? Just imagine what your poor parents must be going through. Shameless, that’s what you are.]

I gasped. Who is he? A stranger, giving me lectures about my life decisions? "Oh, babu, humare jivan ke bare mein itna sochne ki koi zarorat nhi hai tumhe, aayi samajh? Aur hum be karan nhi bhage the. Jyada humari Amma jaisi baatein na karo tum." I said, frowing.

[Oh, babu, there's no need for you to worry so much about my life, got it? And I didn’t run away without a reason. So don’t start sounding like my mother, alright?]

He was about to say something but his phone started ringing. He glanced at the caller id. "Shit." He muttered under his breath and turned to me.

"Jaldi batao, kya karna hai, kaha chodna hai tumhe? I have to go home soon, else you'll be atfending my funeral tomorrow." He asked panicking, turning serious.

[Hurry up and tell me — what do you want to do, where do you need to be dropped off?]

I sighed heavily, burying my face in my hands. "I don't know! Nhi pata kaha jaye. Mahadev!" I whined, rubbing my face frantically. I huffed and turned to him. "Drop me to a nearby hotel or something?" I said, grabbing my bag and standing up.

[I don't know where to go]

He stood up, too. "Are you sure that's safe? Don't you know anyone who lives here in Agra?" He asked with genuine concern.

I shook my head. "Hotel ut is now. And take me to a cheap one. I don't want to waste my money on a hotel room. I need it for college and stuff." I said, clutching my odhani to side securely.

He didn't say anything for a while. He looked like he was deep thought. He looked at, his expressions turning serious. "I have a way out for you." He stated.

"What?" I asked, confused. What way out could he possibly have?

"Come to my house."

I turned to look at him, weirdly. To check if he was serious or not. What the heck? He was serious. What kind of a man invites a stranger to live in his house like this? And why does he think I'll go live with a stranger.

"Are you even a little bit of sane?" I asked in disbelief.

He rolled his eyes. "Listens, hotel rooms are expensive and not so safe. How long will you live there? You don't even know anything or anyone here in Agra." He tried to reason. And he did indeed have a point. But still I won't live with a stranger man alone.

"I can't live with you alone. We're pretty, very much strangers, remember?" I replied firmly, folding my arms and taking a half-step back, as if to put more space between us.

"Hey, who said lived alone? I live with a big, happy family. So, that was what you were worried about? Do I look like that type of guy to you?" he asked with a grin, his voice light, teasing, but his eyes searching my face for reassurance.

"No. You look decent." I said truthfully. This man was indeed nice. "But.. why do you want to help a stranger, though? One you didn't even exist until an hour ago or so. What if I rob you and then run away?" I added, tilting my head with a small smirk, challenging him, half-joking but half-curious.

"Would you?"

"No."

"Then?" he spread his hands as if that settled everything, his smile returning—calm, confident, almost boyish.

"Besides, my father is a reowned lawyer himself. And he owns a law university. He could help you." he added, more seriously this time, his tone turning earnest, trying to show this wasn’t just a passing whim for him.

"And I am helping you because it's the right thing to do. My morals don't allow me to leave a distressed girl alone like this." He said, sounding genuinely sincere.

His eyes turned mischievous,  suddenly. "Aur waise bhi tum humare Agra mein aayi ho toh humari mehman huyi na. Aur mehman ki seva karna toh farz hota hai." He added, with a teasing glint.

[And anyway, since you’ve come to our Agra, you’re our guest now. And it’s a duty to take care of one’s guests, isn’t it?]

I thought for a while. If help is coming to me on its own, then who am I to refuse it? Thank you, Mahadev.

"Okay, I'll come with you if it's really okay."

He smiled in reassurance. "Good. Let's go." He gestured towards his bike again.

He got on his bike and started it. But, "Wait!" I said suddenly, but it came out loud startling him.

"What?" He asked, looking around to see why I yelled. After that, he looked back at me, confusion dancing in his eyes.

"Would you family not mind a stranger living with them?" I asked, worried. I didn't want trouble anyone. What if they get angry at him for bringing me to his house?

He clicked his tongue. "No, my family are nice people. They won't mind at all. If anything, I'd get a few praises for helping out a girl in distress." He reassured me with a hint of tease in his tone.

"Alright." I nodded. I didn't have any other option, but to just go with what life was giving me.

I hopped on his bike, mainting a good distance. He started his bike, wore his helmet, and was about to sped off when I interrupted. "Dheere chalana." I pointed out, getting comfortable on the seat.

[Go slow]

"Yeah, yeah." He muttered behind his helmet and speed off.

Halfway through, out of my habit, I got bored. "Tell me something about your family." I asked. Old habits, die hard. I needed a person to cknverse with.

"My family?" His voice was came muffled due to his helmet, and the wind. "Well," he started. One thing I got to know about him was that he was as talkative as me. If not more.

Come to think of it, I got to witness two sides of human kind today. The good and the evil.

On one side was this man, who was helping me regardless. Without asking anything in return. Without me asking for his help.

A stranger. A kind one. Not because he had to be, but because he chose to be. He didn’t look away. He didn’t question why I was there. He just helped. Like a human should.

This is what a human is.

On the other side were those men who showed me the worst side of humanity. Who gave them that right to? Who were they to decide that it would've been 'fun' for me?

Who were they to make it 'pleasurable' for me when I didn't ask for it? I didn't want it.

How can they be so cruel to others? Aren't we fellow human beings? Don't we always say 'India is a united country'? Didn’t they pledged in schools that all indians are our brothers and sisters?

Pratigya li thi na?

How can someone do that to their own brother or sister?

When did we evolve from being animals to being monsters? Even monsters are better. At least they don't eat their own kind.

Ye bhaichara, ekta, sadbhav, bandhutwa, manushyata, karuna.. ye sare sabdh sirf naam ke liye bankar kyu reh gaye hai?

We call ourselves humans, then why are we so repressive towards humanity?

"Bharat mera desh."

Then why is it that someone still can't walk alone at night in their own country without the constant fear and actual happening?

Did we really evolve?

Or did we just learn how to mask our savagery with better clothes, fancier words, and louder slogans?

I walked away, but their voices still echoed in my head like a cruel anthem of everything wrong with the world.

They don't understand that their one-time pleasure can turn into someone's lifetime trauma.

I kept asking myself—what if I hadn’t gotten away in time? What if help hadn’t come? Would I have been another headline, another girl reduced to hashtags and candlelight vigils?

Another case, opened and closed. Another case trending on social media for a few days. Would they have bullied me if I were dead, too?

'She must've asked for it.'

'It must've been fun for her too.'

'She's just playing victim now.'

'What was she wearing?'

'Why was she out so late?'

'Ladki ki hi galti hai. Ghar se bhagi thi, batchalan kahi ki. Ye toh hona hi tha.'

'Girls like her deserve it.'

'Meh, she must've enjoyed it, and now she's making a fuss over it. Bloody attention seeker.'

'She got punished for running away like that.'

'She's just doing it for views.'

'She wanted it, must've begged for it like some cheap wh*re.'

No, I didn't. I didn't ask for it. I didn't want it. I didn't beg for it. And I wasn't going to 'enjoy' getting raped!

It was rape. Forced. No one willingly wants that. No one begs to get raped.

Why do people forget the defination between a rape and a consensual act?

A woman or a man no one deserves to be violated.

No one deserves to be touched without permission. No one deserves to be stripped of their dignity and then expected to stay silent.

It doesn’t matter your gender, your clothes, your past, your choices, or your silence.

Harassment is not affection. Violation is not love. Abuse is not desire.

So why do people confuse them?

So whether we're a girl or a boy, a man or a woman, a child or someone broken in between—

We deserved safety. We deserved respect. We deserved to be human.

These thoughts kept spiraling through my mind. Because the world I had come to know so far was like this.

This was the world I was living in.

But I don’t want to live in a world where kindness is rare and cruelty is expected.

So yes, I saw both sides today. The ones who make you question if there's any humanity left at all... and the ones who remind you why you still hold on to faith.

Let’s ask again—

Did we really evolve?

Or did we just grow teeth and learn how to smile while we bite?

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"Radha maa, Veer bhaiya is not picking up the call." Little Yug told Radha, who was sitting on the adjacent couch peeling off pumpkin.

"God, this boy," Radha muttered under her breath. Hoping her son comes back home before her husband gets to know about it.

Right now, in Saxena house. Everyone was doing their own stuff after dinner. Radha was peeling off pumpkin on the couch.

Dadi and Dadu were resting in their room. Tarun was busy in his study room. Vardhan was also sitting on the other couch beside Yug and Charvi, working on his laptop.

Charvi and Yug were watching a movie on the couch.

Dhruv made his way downstairs towards his family after taking a fresh shower.

He definitely needed that shower after the long, tiring train journing. He got home an hour ago or so. Afyer meeting his family, he went straight towards his room to freshen up. His hair was still slightly damp. He was wearing a black T-shirt and grey joggers.

He fixed his spec over his nose and sat down beside his siblings. I glanced over at his siblings engrossed in the TV. Their focus solely on the movie on the screen.

Main hoon na.

"Where's Veer?" He asked, noticing his brother's absence from the room.

"Veer bhaiya ghar chodke chale gaye." Yug chimed, without taking his eyes off the screen.

[Veer bhaiya left this house]

Dhruv's brows furrowed. "What?" He glanced around at his family. Silently asking what he meant.

Charvi clicked her tongue. "Yug, say the whole thing." She corrected him gently. A contrast to her loud nature. Yug nodded absentmindedly, still focused on the TV.

Charvi turned towards Dhruv. "He and Dad had a beef again, and he left the house with his bike as usual." She told him casually as if it were a daily occurrence. That it most probably was.

Dhruv nodded, leaning back against the couch, looking at the TV screen himself.

Radha sighed, peeling the pumpkin rather aggressively. "I don't know what to do with this child anymore." She huffed.

"That child is no longer a child, mother." Dhruv said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, he's a man-child." Charvi added, chuckling, giving Yug a high-five.

...

The room was silent now. The only source of noise was the noise coming from the TV. "Does violin really play when you meet your soulmate like they showed in this movie?" Yug asked, very innocently looking at his two elder siblings.

Dhruv raised an eyebrow, and Charvi giggled. A hint of mischief swirling through her eyes. "Of course, Yug. It does. You know, violins, slow motion, fast wind, everything." She said, beaming.

Yug’s eyes sparkled. "Woah, will it happen for me, too?" He asked, jumping on his seat.

"It will. It happens for everyone. Love makes it happen." Charvi nodded, smiling dreamily. Whe turned back towards the TV, but her eyes met Dhruv's.

He was looking at her with an expression that read, 'Really? What nonsense was that?'

"What?" She shrugged nonchalantly, feigning an innocent look.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, gaining everyone's attention.

The sound sliced through the soft hum of the television, and everyone froze for a second. Charvi blinked, glancing at the clock.

Radha turned to Charvi. "Go see who it is. Must be Veer." She told her, gesturing towards the Charvi.

Charvi pouted. "Why me?" But one glare from her mother and all that pouting vanished into thin air rather quickly.

"Who could it be at this hour? I swear if it's Veer bhaiya." she murmured, pushing the blanket off her lap. She got up and made her way towards the door.

I opened the door only to pause. Her mouth fell agape as she stared at the scene with wide eyes. "Papa!" She screamed loudly, making everyone startled.

"Veer Bhaiya ne shaadi karli!"

[Veer bhaiya got married!]

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