Hi guys! This is more like a trailer to a TS. So, if you all like it then it would love to go ahead with the next parts.
PART 1
Family, values and traditions were all carved in him. Nothing came before his love for his family, neither his desires, his interests while growing up nor love. The woman who worked like a craftsman to build the Ahaan he is today always taught him how being faithful to your family was the supreme goal in life.
The woman whom he respected so much, whom he loved more than anyone in the world had turned out to be someone he didn't expect. He cursed himself for talking ill about his mother all his life. The mother who brought him into the world, she had to bear the brunt of the society, she saw her children hating on her for no mistake of hers.
How could she do this to me? My dadi.
His world had come crashing when he overheard his Dadi talking to the doctor on the phone and threatening him about the consequence of letting his mother, Savitri run away from the hospital.
She was in a mental hospital.
His knees felt weak, his heart started pouncing with the little that he heard.
DADI.
Memories from his childhood flashed through his eyes, how he had to grow up without his mother being around. Betrayed would be an understatement to what he felt. He worshipped his Dadi and her ideologies without a second question.
He marched off the Malhotra Mansion before anyone could find him in this state. Suddenly, he felt homeless. Tears blurred his vision while he drove his car. He needed someone. Or maybe a particular someone. He needed her. He needed Ishqi.
Hope you liked it and want to read further.
