The childhood memory that haunts him... The sounds of wedding bells, that ring a happy note and him sharing a joyful moment with his sister Anjali, when a sound of a shot pierces his heart, and a scream that comes out... The memory that haunts him still... which makes him wary of new relations... Something that holds him not to believe in marriages, unable to accept anyone in a mother's role.. The wound that hurts him, - that moves him to do anything to make sure his sister is happy...
His love in the arms of his jijaji - The love which was always elusive to him, comes close to his reach and just as he was about to embrace it, he sees his love in the arms of his jijaji.. The nightmare that still haunts, that wants him to punish, the loss so undefinable, that he needs her, loves her and yet believes he can't be with her...
His love weaving a happy story to keep her mother Garima, whom he has almost accepted as his mother,- his love pouring out her pain... And the words that haunt him 'Arnavji is the best husband' and Garima's wish 'Let Devi Maiya keep you both happy'... Yet another burden he carries and tries to fix it...
There are no end to the burdens this man carries, trying his best to win it all... Each haunt makes him more the paradox & each memory weaves yet another layer around him..
Some burdens that bring out the darkest in him and some the sweetest in him...
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