FF: Keeping Khushi: Th 8 part 76 Pg 124 - Page 66

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Part 75

It was a huge room, painted all in white. Designer furniture was scattered all over the room, the centre of which was occupied by a massive bed. In one corner was an old, worn rocking chair, looking incongruous among all the expensive fittings and furnishings.

The Raizadas, Buaji, & NK looked around for human presence, and not finding any, looked at Aarti, uncertain.

Aarti smiled. She pointed at the wall.

All heads turned to look at the wall.

Two photos. One of a handsome man. The other, a smiling girl of about 16.

"Who...?", NK asked the question that all wanted to ask.

"Why don't we sit down? Get comfortable? It is a long story.", Aarti asked.

The others found seats. Aarti dragged the old rocking chair and sat by the others, facing the pictures.

"The man is Mohan Mishra, my father. The girl is Shikha, my sister."

"Your sister?", Mami asked. "Bhere (where) ijj she?"

"Dead."

There was perfect silence.

Buaji caught hold of Aarti's hand in sympathy. "And your Babuji?"

"Dead."

After a moment of shocked silence, Arnav said, "I am sorry."

"I am not.", said Aarti.

All looked at her in shock. Mamiji's mouth fell open, and Buaji's hand fell away.

"Mohan Mishra was a handsome, charming family man to the outside world. At home, he was a domestic tyrant."

Buaji placed her hand over her mouth. Arnav felt bad memories of his childhood and his scoundrel of a father flood his mind in waves. Khushi caught hold of his hand, and held it safe between both of hers.

"He was a control freak.", Aarti's voice was even, her tone almost disinterested. The chair creaked as she rocked, her eyes firmly on the eyes of the man who had begotten her.

"He wanted to control the world, be the king at home, rule over his wife and children. Power, that was what he wanted. Power over other people... He wanted all of us held tight in his fist, helpless at his feet, so that he could play with us like a cat plays with a mouse it is going to kill..." She leaned back in the chair, her eyes still on her father's.

"He thought nothing could kill him, nothing could touch him. Cancer took him. I was so relieved.", Aarti smiled.

The Raizadas, Buaji, & NK stared at her.

"How did Shikha die?", Akash asked, almost scared of the answer.

"She killed herself. She slit her wrist."

"Why?", Khushi could not control herself from making that impassioned cry.

"Because she wanted to live.", Aarti was matter-of-fact.

She looked at her guests. All their faces revealed their confusion and their utter bafflement at the turn of events.

"An hour in this house and you all feel as though you have walked into a nightmare.", Aarti smiled. "Amma has been living this nightmare for 23 years."

NK gulped. Buaji's eyes filled. Nani & Mami looked at Aarti with fear. Akash and Payal held hands. Khushi had her arm around her husband's waist, hugging him close. Arnav Singh Raizada's face looked as though it were made of stone.

"The story started 23 years ago in Kanpur.", Aarti started to narrate. "Mohan Mishra, belonging to a well-off, illustrious family in Kanpur got married to Kamla from a similarly well-to-do and respected family. She had 2 brothers, who, at the time of her marriage, divided their riches into 3 and gave their sister her share.

The first thing that Mohan Mishra did was to sell off everything that Kamla owned. Not because he needed the money. He didn't. He wanted to beggar her so that she would be permanently and perpetually dependent on him. That strategy worked.

The next plan was to distance her from her family. He engineered fights with her brothers, and made it impossible for them to visit her. The last fight, the biggest one, was before I was born.

Mohan Mishra succeeded beyond his dreams. Her brothers walked out, taking the oath that they would never enter Mohan Mishra's house again. That effectively made my mother alone and helpless."Aarti smiled at Mohan Mishra's photo with sad eyes.

"He shifted to Delhi. Started the business. He wanted sons to carry his family and his business forward. He had a fine contempt for women, you see. God must have laughed at Mohan Mishra's chagrin when I and then Shikha were born.", Aarti smiled wryly.

"But Mohan Mishra did not give up. Oh, no, he didn't. If God had tried to thwart him by giving him daughters, he was going to thwart God by making us look and live like boys."

There was a collective gasp from the listeners. Aarti smiled. She touched her short hair and pointed at Shikha's short hair.

"Short hair, military cut. Shirts & trousers in black & brown. Closely clipped nails. Working with vehicles after school. No jewellery....

He kept us short of money so that he could control everything we did, saw, ate, heard... He purchased everything for the home. Amma was not permitted to leave the house or meet anyone. There was a menu drawn out by him that my Gopi Kakka had to follow. Same breakfast 7 days a week. Same lunch 7 days a week. Same dinner 7 days a week. Amma liked sweets. So he banned the use of sugar at home. He wouldn't buy sugar, and would check the kitchen at night to see if there was a grain of sugar lying anywhere.", Aarti said as though she were narrating a story.

She continued rocking in her chair.

"Amma liked samosas. So he banned them. Shikha & I liked music. So that was banned. No friends. No mobile phones. No calls from classmates. No gifts to be given or received. No pets permitted. Amma had no friends, and was not permitted to even walk in the garden of this house."

Aarti looked at the pale faces staring at her.

"Shikha & I were given 2 sets of clothes every year. Brown & black shirts & trousers." There was not an ounce of self-pity in her voice.

Khushi & Payal gasped. Buaji hit her head with her hand. Arnav closed his eyes in pain. They had all seen Aarti in the brown & black uniforms.

"Shikha and I had to work in the workshop every day after school. We had to clean the dust bins, assist other mechanics, if required, work on cars if needed...Many of the employees in the main office and I, we go way back. We know each other well. I look after them and they look after me." Aarti looked at Arnav Singh Raizada. "They have seen us in our school uniforms, crawling under cars, wiping the desks, serving tea in the canteen...That is why I trust them and they trust me."

Arnav nodded, unable to say a single word.

"A boy in Shikha's class managed to get hold of our phone number, and called her to ask for some notes. She answered the phone. Mohan Mishra found out. He created a huge, huge fuss here, and the next day, he went to our school and kicked up a fuss there. His loud voice and his deep pockets spoke loud. The boy was thrown out of school that very same day."

The listeners gasped.

"Mohan Mishra then returned home, triumphant, to mete out the rest of the punishment to Shikha. His favourite way of making us toe the line. Starvation."

NK burst out, "Was he mad?"

Aarti looked at him, her head twisted slightly to the left, looking like a curious bird for a moment. Then she said apologetically, "I think he was."

"He starved both of you?", Payal's voice trembled.

"Yes. Amma too. That was his means of ensuring our compliance. He knew we would put up with anything as long as he didn't punish our mother.", Aarti's lips twisted in a dry smile, her eyes lingering on the sweet face of her sister.

"That day, Shikha was not bothered about the lack of food. She was more upset about the boy whose future Mohan Mishra had successfully damaged, the humiliation the boy and she had faced at school, the jokes cracked at her expense by her classmates, the ire of the teachers... So she ended it all that night." Aarti's eyes were still on her sister's face, the lines softer than hers, the eyes slightly shy and timid...

The listeners were beyond words.

So Aarti continued, "Mohan Mishra was evil. And mad. But thinking back, I am thankful for two things. One, he was never physically violent. He never hit Amma or us or anyone else. He didn't need to. He got his kicks by playing with our minds. Two, he never abused us or any employee sexually."

Aarti leaned back, rocking on, her eyes on the two photos, silent...

Nani wept. Mami hugged Nani, and tried to comfort her while wiping away her own tears. Buaji was weeping copious tears. Khushi was sobbing against Arnav's shoulder, her arms tight around his waist. Arnav's eyes were red and moist.

NK couldn't believe his ears. Amma, Aarti, Gopi Kakka... They had gone through such hell, and still survived? If only he could get a minute alone with Mohan Mishra, he would knock his teeth down. He looked at Aarti with serious and wet eyes.

Payal was weeping silently, and a visibly moved Akash had his arm around her shoulder.

Only Aarti had dry eyes.

"Aarti?", NK called.

She looked at him.

In a choked voice, NK asked, "Shikha gave up. How did you survive?"

Aarti smiled, looking at the ceiling.

"Shikha had hope that our lives would improve, the hope she lost when Mohan Mishra humiliated her at school. I never had any hope."

She looked directly at NK.

"Mohan Mishra would never let us free, I knew. He wouldn't let us get married. Wouldn't let us continue our education beyond the basics. Wouldn't let us get a job other than at his firm. I could see our future right in front of us, as planned and charted out by the mad man...

I wanted out, just as Shikha did. But Amma... I had to go on till she needed me....When he became sick, he had to turn over the firm to me. He had no other choice. There was no one else to leave it to. So I began looking after the business. His death freed Amma and me. But it was too late for Shikha..."

Aarti looked at the Raizadas, Buaji, & the Sunflower, who were all crying for her, Shikha, & Amma.

In a low voice, Aarti said, "I didn't tell you all this to make you cry. All this is over. It is the past. Weeping over Shikha won't bring her back. Crying won't change what Mohan Mishra was and what he did.

I told you about our miserable past so that you would understand why considering me as a bride for NK is not practical or acceptable. I am not the kind of girl you should be seeking for him. Nor is my family the kind you should associate with. I tried to refuse the proposal many times in many ways, speaking to many people in your family about it, but you were all persistent. You left me with no other choice but to tell you the whole and sordid truth of our past.

Secondly, my mother is not very well. I am sure you must have noticed this for yourself. Tonight, I am taking her away for a short holiday."

All looked at her.

"She hasn't left this house in, I don't know how many years. Gopi Kakka & I are going on a trip with her. Hopefully, she will return feeling better."

"What is wrong with her?", asked Payal.

"High BP. Loss of the will to live. Fatigued with life. Heart-broken after seeing her younger daughter lie in a pool of her blood. Too many things are wrong with her, Payalji, for me to list.", Aarti spoke softly.

Payal nodded.

Aarti looked down at her hands on her lap. "My life... It is different. My... my priorities, my responsibilities are different. I have no time to think of marriage now, and no interest in marriage. Please do not consider me as a possible bahu of your family. Please let me go."

Part 76: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3346312/ff-keeping-khushi-th-8-part-76-pg-124

Smita,😊

Here is my interpretation on Part 75.

It's a gloomy, sad, melancholic narrative, an ATRIBILIOUS account of the deeds of Mohan Mishra and its repercussions.

Aarti led them to a room with walls painted white and filled with classy furniture. In the centre lay a massive bed and in contrast an old worn out rocking chair was placed in a corner. The Raizadas, Buaji, & NK seeking human presence were surprised to see the room devoid of it! Their look of uncertainity made Aarti smile and point out two pictures hanging on the wall. One was of a handsome man and the other of a lass of about sixteen.

"Who...?", NK asked the question that all wanted to ask.

"Why don't we sit down? Get comfortable? It is a long story.", Aarti asked.

The others found seats. Aarti dragged the old rocking chair and sat by the others, facing the pictures.

"If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people"~ Virginia Woolf

"The man is Mohan Mishra, my father. The girl is Shikha, my sister."

"Your sister?", Mami asked. "Bhere (where) ijj she?"

"Dead."

There was perfect silence.

Buaji caught hold of Aarti's hand in sympathy. "And your Babuji?"

"Dead."

After a moment of shocked silence, Arnav said, "I am sorry."

"I am not.", said Aarti.

All looked at her in shock. Mamiji's mouth fell open, and Buaji's hand fell away.

"That's how stories happen ' with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There's only one

kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story"

~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Aarti continuing with story said,

"Mohan Mishra was a handsome, charming family man to the outside world. At home, he was a domestic tyrant."

This surprised Buaji. It took Arnav on a trip to his past filled with the bad memories of his father and his misdeeds. Kushi being the perfect soulmate felt it. "Khushi caught hold of his hand, and held it safe between both of hers". She gave her warmth and support when coldness associated with his past started to creep in.

"And when I came in with tears in my eyes, you always knew whether I needed you to hold me or just let me be. I don't know how you knew, but you did, and you made it easier for me"

~ Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

Continuing her account of her life story,

"He was a control freak.", Aarti's voice was even, her tone almost disinterested.

"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power"

~ Abraham Lincoln

"He wanted to control the world, be the king at home, rule over his wife and children. Power, that was what he wanted. Power over other people... He wanted all of us held tight in his fist, helpless at his feet, so that he could play with us like a cat plays with a mouse it is going to kill..."

Rocking her chair and looking at the portrait she continued,

"He thought nothing could kill him, nothing could touch him. Cancer took him. I was so relieved.", Aarti smiled.

"Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean" ~ Bob Dylan

Her audience stared at her.

"How did Shikha die?", Akash asked, almost scared of the answer.

"She killed herself. She slit her wrist."

"Why?", Khushi could not control herself from making that impassioned cry.

"Because she wanted to live.", Aarti was matter-of-fact.

"I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on"

~ Nicholas Sparks, True Believer

Seeing the confusion and perplexity around she said,

"An hour in this house and you all feel as though you have walked into a nightmare.", Aarti smiled. "Amma has been living this nightmare for 23 years."

This statement of hers made everybody realize how cold her life had been! Without any warmth, love and full of restrictions! Practically a jail!!

NK gulped. Buaji's eyes filled. Nani & Mami looked at Aarti with fear. Akash and Payal held hands. Khushi had her arm around her husband's waist, hugging him close. Arnav Singh Raizada's face looked as though it were made of stone.

"The tale of someone's life begins before they are born" ~ Michael Wood, Shakespeare

"The story started 23 years ago in Kanpur.", Aarti started to narrate. "Mohan Mishra, belonging to a well-off, illustrious family in Kanpur got married to Kamla from a similarly well-to-do and respected family. Her parents were dead. She had only 2 brothers, who, at the time of her marriage, divided their riches into 3 and gave their sister her share"

"People think that stories are shaped by people. In fact, it's the other way around."

~ Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad

"The first thing that Mohan Mishra did was to sell off everything that Kamla owned. Not because he needed the money. He didn't. He wanted to beggar her so that she would be permanently and perpetually dependent on him. That strategy worked"

"How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?" ~ Robert Frost

Distancing her from her family with engineered fights that made the brothers' vow never to step into Mohan Mishra's house made Kamala isolated and lonely even before Aarti was born.

"Power was my weakness and my temptation"

~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"He shifted to Delhi. Started the business. He wanted sons to carry his family and his business forward. He had a fine contempt for women, you see. God must have laughed at Mohan Mishra's chagrin when I and then Shikha were born.", Aarti smiled wryly.

"But Mohan Mishra did not give up. Oh, no, he didn't. If God had tried to thwart him by giving him daughters, he was going to thwart God by making us look and live like boys."

"Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent than the one derived from fear of punishment." ~ Mahatma Gandhi

The listeners were stunned beyond words. Pointing towards her sister's and her similar haircut she said,

"Short hair, military cut. Shirts & trousers in black & brown. Closely clipped nails. Working with vehicles after school. No jewellery...

He kept us short of money so that he could control everything we did, saw, ate, heard... He purchased everything for the home. Amma was not permitted to leave the house or meet anyone. There was a menu drawn out by him that my Gopi Kakka had to follow. Same breakfast 7 days a week. Same lunch 7 days a week. Same dinner 7 days a week. Amma liked sweets. So he banned the use of sugar at home. He wouldn't buy sugar, and would check the kitchen at night to see if there was a grain of sugar lying anywhere."

Aarti, was narrating it detached as though it was somebody else's story! Continuing about his cruelty towards his family she said whatever was liked or loved by the rest of the family members, it was prohibited. Be it simple or uncomplicated. Only his wishes and will prevailed.

"Amma liked samosas. So he banned them. Shikha & I liked music. So that was banned. No friends. No mobile phones. No calls from classmates. No gifts to be given or received. No pets permitted. Amma had no friends, and was not permitted to even walk in the garden of this house."

The pale faces staring at Aarti were dumbfound.

"Shikha & I were given 2 sets of clothes every year. Brown & black shirts & trousers." There was not an ounce of self-pity in her voice.

Khushi & Payal gasped. Buaji hit her head with her hand. Arnav closed his eyes in pain. They had all seen Aarti in the brown & black uniforms.

The tough life led by Aarti and her sister, the youngsters who would see all their peers doing things they wanted too and enjoying, made her audience feel extremely bad for them.

"Shikha and I had to work in the workshop every day after school. We had to clean the dust bins, assist other mechanics, if required, work on cars if needed...Many of the employees in the main office and I, we go way back. We know each other well. I look after them and they look after me." Aarti looked at Arnav Singh Raizada.

Aarti was answering a question asked by Arnav Singh Raizada when she had met him at his office.

"They have seen us in our school uniforms, crawling under cars, wiping the desks, serving tea in the canteen...That is why I trust them and they trust me."

Arnav nodded, unable to say a single word.

Coming to the cause of Shika's death she explained how a mundane thing resulted in it. Mohan Mishra a master control freak, made a mountain of a mole hill and caused the havoc!

"A boy in Shikha's class managed to get hold of our phone number, and called her to ask for some notes. She answered the phone. Mohan Mishra found out. He created a huge, huge fuss here, and the next day, he went to our school and kicked up a fuss there. His loud voice and his deep pockets spoke loud. The boy was thrown out of school that very same day."

"We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it" ~ George Orwell, 1984

This was way beyond the thoughts of the listeners and they gasped!

"Mohan Mishra then returned home, triumphant, to mete out the rest of the punishment to Shikha. His favourite way of making us toe the line. Starvation."

NK burst out, "Was he mad?"

"It is said that power corrupts, but actually it's more true that power attracts the corruptible. The sane are usually attracted by other things than power" ~ David Brin

Aarti looked at him, her head twisted slightly to the left, looking like a curious bird for a moment. Then she said apologetically, "I think he was."

To Payal's question whether he starved both of them Aarti replied not only them but their amma too as he knew that their mother was their Achilles' heel, and putting her into trouble would make them bend to his wishes.

"It is excellent

To have a giant's strength

But it is tyrannous

To use it like a giant"

~ William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

"That day, Shikha was not bothered about the lack of food. She was more upset about the boy whose future Mohan Mishra had successfully damaged, the humiliation the boy and she had faced at school, the jokes cracked at her expense by her classmates, the ire of the teachers... So she ended it all that night."

"The measure of a man is what he does with power" ~ Plato

The listeners were so distraught that they were silent and let Aarti continue.

"Mohan Mishra was evil. And mad. But thinking back, I am thankful for two things. One, he was never physically violent. He never hit Amma or us or anyone else. He didn't need to. He got his kicks by playing with our minds. Two, he never abused us or any employee sexually."

Listening to Aarti's narration, Nani had tears and mami hugging her trying to comfort while trying to get a grip herself. Buaji was weeping profusely, Khushi sobbing on Arnav's shoulders while Arnav himself so moved was with red moist eyes. Payal was ensconsed in Aakash arms weeping while NK couldn't believe his ears that His Beloved had suffered so much and he felt like baying for Mohan Mishra's blood. He felt for the entire family that had to suffer just because of a Tyrant of a Head. Seeing the dry eyed Aarti, NK asked in a choked voice,

"Shikha gave up. How did you survive?"

Aarti smiled, looking at the ceiling.

"Shikha had hope that our lives would improve,the hope she lost when Mohan Mishra humiliated her at school. I never had any hope."

She looked directly at NK.

"Mohan Mishra would never let us free, I knew. He wouldn't let us get married. Wouldn't let us continue our education beyond the basics. Wouldn't let us get a job other than at his firm. I could see our future right in front of us, as planned and charted out by the mad man...

I wanted out, just as Shikha did. But Amma... I had to go on till she needed me...

"True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher" ~ John Petit-Senn

When he became sick, he had to turn over the firm to me. He had no other choice. There was no one else to leave it to.

"When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure"

~ Peter Marshall

So I began looking after the business. His death freed Amma and me. But it was too late for Shikha..."

"Relief is a great feeling.

It's the emotional and physical reward we receive from our bodies upon alleviation of pain, pressure and struggle. A time to bask in the lack of the negative.

And yet, think about it'relief is really the status quo, a negation of the suffering, a nothing in itself. It is the way things were before the pressure and struggle began.

So, is it a step back? A regression?

Or is it an opportunity to regroup, start over, and move in a different direction?

Use your moment of relief well."

~ Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Aarti looked at the Raizadas, Buaji, & the Sunflower, who were all crying for her, Shikha, & Amma.

In a low voice, Aarti said, "I didn't tell you all this to make you cry. All this is over. It is the past. Weeping over Shikha won't bring her back. Crying won't change what Mohan Mishra was and what he did.

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you" ~ Maya Angelou

"I told you about our miserable past so that you would understand why considering me as a bride for NK is not practical or acceptable. I am not the kind of girl you should be seeking for him. Nor is my family the kind you should associate with. I tried to refuse the proposal many times in many ways, speaking to many people in your family about it, but you were all persistent. You left me with no other choice but to tell you the whole and sordid truth of our past."

"Once you start recognizing the truth of your story, finish the story. It happened but you're still here, you're still capable, powerful, you're not your circumstance. It happened and you made it through. You're still fully equipped with every single tool you need to fulfill your purpose"

~ Steve Maraboli

Secondly, my mother is not very well. I am sure you must have noticed this for yourself. Tonight, I am taking her away for a short holiday."

All looked at her.

"She hasn't left this house in, I don't know how many years. Gopi Kakka & I are going on a trip with her. Hopefully, she will return feeling better."

To Payal's, the doctor's querry as to what was ailing her mother, Aarti said, high BP, exhaustion, low will power to face life anymore, dejection, melancholy, inconsolable in general and mentally stressed out in particular.

Aarti looked down at her hands on her lap. "My life... It is different. My... my priorities, my responsibilities are different. I have no time to think of marriage now, and no interest in marriage. Please do not consider me as a possible bahu of your family. Please let me go."

"When you understand," Brandy says, "that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble up and throw your past in the trashcan," Brandy says, "then we'll figure out who you're going to be" ~ Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

What Aarti is not realizing is all this is past. It is just a story now. It need not color her present and the future.

"If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story" ~ Orson Welles

There are lessons to be learnt from the past but you cannot stop living and look at the brighter future just because of your past!

"There's always another storm. It's the way the world works. Snowstorms, rainstorms, windstorms, sandstorms, and firestorms. Some are fierce and others are small. You have to deal with each one separately, but you need to keep an eye on whats brewing for tomorrow"

~ Maria V. Snyder, Fire Study

Aarti has not realized that Raizadas' are not the people who back out when faced with difficulty!

They have weathered many a storm and are seasoned travellers' along the path.

"Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes us to stumble. If we pass all the pebbles in our path and we will find we have crossed the mountain"

They know that they are now what they are because of all the adversity they have faced and they also know that "The greatest oak was once a little nut that held its ground"

So even the plea of Aarti to look elsewhere for the NK's bride would fall on deaf ears. In fact they are now all the more duty bound to a fellow traveller, to help her in overcoming her inadequacies and fulfill all her dreams!

"Make a pact with yourself today to not be defined by your past. Sometimes the greatest thing to come out of all your hard work isn't what you get for it, but what you become for it. Shake things up today! Be You...Be Free...Share"

~ Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

Isn't it an ATRABILIOUS life story that needs to be given a happy ending????

That's it from me. Hope you enjoy it!

Finally caught up to the last four updates... They are fabulous...

So that is the story of Aarti Mishra.

Poor Aarti😔 sometimes - mental torture is the worst, leaves behinds no scars. I hope Mohan is rotting in hell for what he put his family through. Not quite sure what the Raizadas will do after this- I'm sure they won't let her go, but how will they persuade her. She needs lots of TLC!

Oh man... Let's see how NK reacts

ugggh he was really a tyrant i hate him and so happy he is dead

What a father and a husband he was!!!!!

😭 poor arti,shikha n kamla their mom!!!!