Anjali sat beside her sleeping brother, cleaning his wounds and caressing her brother's face. How gentle he was. And broken. How could this have happened? These past few months had passed by in a blur of glee and contentment. How could it have fallen apart so quickly? Lies, she decided. Lies and misunderstandings. Yet again.
If only she had trusted Amar. That seemed such a simple word; trust. Yet, it held so much power. Trust was what could make or break a relationship. Without trust, there was nothing for there was no solid base for the love to grow upon. Without trust, love would just wither and die. She had trusted Shyam. She had held him up to the level of God and worshipped for him every day. To no avail. He had forgotten about his darling "Rani Sahiba" the minute he found someone more beautiful. But was she upset about what had happened? Yes. Did she regret it? No.
Her suffering, her pain, had made her stronger. Through every tear she shed for her unfaithful husband, she felt the life of Anjali Shyam Jha start to extinguish. With the help of time and the love of others, she had discarded her old life and looked forward to a brand new one; one, she had hoped, with Amar. What her ex-husband had done to her had only made her stronger and to some extent, she was thankful. Thankful for being let go from the shackles in which her insecurity had held her.
With the strength and determination the the former Anjali had never possessed, she stood up and made a silent vow. She was going to put her brother first. It had always been Arnav bringing Anjali happiness. But she would now return to him his happiness.
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