*Inspired by Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi - quote modified for male.
Brar Mansion
He had been devastated. He was not perfect as he claimed to be. He was not Daarji’s golden boy who was perfect. He had made the same mistake twice. Twice? How could he! He had misjudged that gold digger Seerat to be his dream girl who to impress him would recycle Sahiba’s dialogues, and thought Sahiba to be a conniving opportunist because she didn’t accept his demeaning taunts.
He would soon come to know the truth in a very harsh manner about Kiara as well. Harmandir Saheb’s priests had requested Sahiba to come and help renovate some of the rooms in Mata Ganga Ji Niwas along with the Teja Singh Samundri Hall. This was a huge honor, and Akaal Singh Brar was brimming with happiness that his granddaughter in law was asked by the granthis from the Golden Temple itself. They had seen her work from the news clippings and heard first hand accounts from the granthis of Shri Manji Saheb. Daarji had asked him to deliver to Sahiba an important piece of artwork in her room which she had missed to bring with her. She was currently at Harmandir Saheb completing the requested artwork.
While rummaging through her room, he came across intrinsic jewelry designs. They were beautiful no doubt, yet somehow these designs called out to him in terms of familiarity. They were dated January 2023 on the paper. He took a snap of the pics, hoping that perhaps Veer could speak to Sahiba to get permission to use them in a future collection.
En Route to Amritsar
His phone chimed while he had covered half the distance between Ludhiana and Amritsar. Kiara sent him the designs he had requested for the new collection. Excitedly when he opened the texts, he was left shocked! Seeing the earlier designs Kiara had sent him, made him think he saw similar designs somewhere. They seemed so like the designs he had snapped in Sahiba’s room. Wait, were they similar or were they the same? He hurriedly checked the ones he had snapped and compared with the text that Kira had sent. The were the exact same designs along with the exact same date of January 2023. So now, there was no doubt left that Kiara had plagiarized. The greater question at hand now was this her first time, or had she been doing this all along? If so, the company, the brand he had worked so hard to build could face lawsuits from the original designer. No, he had to get to the bottom of this matter. He relayed his concerns to his trusted detective firm who could snoop and gather evidence. If Kiara was muddying the waters, then he would have to move her out to clear the mess. Now, he had made the same mistake thrice. He was indeed a poor judge of character as he was led to believe that Kiara had a natural talent for jewelry designing; whereas in reality she was just a masquerading fraudster.
Just strategizing all of this, helped him cover the distance to Amritsar.
Harminder Sahib Complex
He parked his car nearby, and gave Sahiba a call letting her know where to find him. Sahiba soon came by, holding a rolled up stack of papers. It had been a few days since he had seen her. He didn’t dare say he missed her presence. But he did long to hear her gentle chuckle when she played chess with his Dad, or her exuberant laughter with his younger cousins, or the respectful manner in which she addressed the elders of the family despite them giving her so many taunts, or the unadulterated love she had for his grandparents. Him, she ignored and had always maintained a safe distance despite what he thought, wanted and behaved. He himself had been confused until yesterday when he began to see clarity.
Sahiba politely thanked him for bringing her art pieces, and shocked him to the core with what she had to share next. She offered him freedom from this forced sham of a marriage. She would relocate to Amritsar, and stay at the Gurudwara doing seva and sell her crafts and artwork online. He could simply tell the press that she met with an accident and couldn’t survive. She asked for nothing in lieu of this agreement. He could sense the desperation in her to break free from him. Before he could say something, one of the sevaks came to call Sahiba. She left him reeling from the shock he has just experienced. He sat down as his legs went numb and could give out any moment.
He spent all afternoon thinking over what she said. He dipped his hands and washed his face with water from the sacred pond. He had erred, he had admitted to himself and God. But could he rectify all that has occurred? Hearing the ardas, he closed his eyes and prayed to the Ultimate Truth. When he opened his eyes, he saw her. It was then that he realized:
Insaan Ko Toh Main Chhod Bhi Doon… Par Rab Ko Kaise Chhoda Jata Hai? Main Jahan Bhi Bhaag Ke Jaaunga… Wahan Rab Honge Aur Jahan Rab Honge Wahan Woh Hogi
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