" Good morning, Dadu," a sweet and mesmerizing voice echoed through the halls of Singhania Mansion.

Moksha Singhaniya greeted her dadu, Who was waiting for her to have breakfast together.

Her voice reflects elegance, her smile gently inviting. Her eyes were deep and warm like honey, with curiosity. She was wearing a T-shirt with track pants. Her hair was tied in a messy bun. Her fair complexion shone like gold. Her facial features are sharp, with two black-brown doe eyes, pink plumpy lips, and chubby cheeks. She looked so adorable in her baggy clothes and messy hair

" Good morning, my princess, " Rajveer Singhaniya replied cheerfully, looking at his beloved granddaughter.

He was sitting like a king on the head chair of the dining table. His personality reflects elegance and power. His eyes shone with confidence. His aura was dominating. At the age of 75, he looked like a lion who was ready to hunt.

After hugging her dadu, moksha sat beside him on the left. Servants started serving breakfast for them.

The dining room is enhanced with many rare art pieces worth millions, exuding elegance and grandeur and designed to offer comfort. The high ceilings were adorned with a shimmering crystal chandelier that cast a soft, golden glow across the space. The dining table, crafted from rich mahogany or polished marble, stretches long and wide, able to seat a dozen guests in plush, high-backed chairs upholstered in velvet or fine leather. Showing the wealth singhaniya holds.

" How is your practice going for the performance princess." Rajveer ji asked in between having his breakfast.

" It was going amazing. Did you and Bhai going to come at the competition ??" Moksha replied excitedly and asked with curiosity.

" Yes, we are coming, princess," Ishaan replied coming towards them before Rajveer ji could say anything.

He has a small smile on his face. His facial features were sharp. His personality reflects arrogance. His eyes filled affection for Moksha. He was wearing a formal white shirt with black jeans.

" Good morning, boss." He greeted Rajveer ji formally while taking a seat beside Moksha.

" How many times do I have to remind you that you are not some worker? You are my grandson; for God's sake, stop calling  me sir." Rajveer Ji said while shooting a glare toward him.

" But it doesn't change the fact that I am an orphan."   Ishaan started his rants, but a glare from Rajveer Ji silenced him.

"  Have your breakfast, I don't want to listen to your irritating gratitude towards me. You're a family for us but I think we failed to make you feel like one." Rajveer ji stated glaring at him angrily. Seeing Rajveer Ji frustrated Ishaan didn't have the courage to utter one more word.

While moksha looked at him disappointed. Ishaan was an orphan whom Moksha met at the orphanage. He helped and saved her from getting hurt. And she also got attached to him and started calling him bhai. Seeing his and Moksha's adorable bond, Rajveer Ji decided to adopt him.

He was the second person to whom moksha was attached. Moksha and Rajveer ji did everything thing to make him feel like a family. But he never stopped showing his gratitude towards Rajveer ji and always being formal with him.

Three of them started having breakfast silently. But after some time, Rajveer Ji and Ishaan noticed that Moksha was immersed in her thoughts and playing with food.

" Moksha ...., " Rajveer ji called her name softly to bring her out of her thoughts. But she doesn't make any moment.

" Princess, what happened?"  Ishaan asked putting his hand on her head.

Moksha comes out of her thoughts, feeling a hand on her head. She looked at Rajveer Ji and Ishaan's face, which showed worry for her.

" What happened, princess? Why are immersed in your thoughts."  Rajveer ji asked worry was evident in his voice.

" Noth....ing jus...t a little....nervous ...about the competition," Moksha replied with a fake smile in shattered words.

" Don't lie to me, princess; you are a terrible liar." This time, Rajveer Ji asked strictly with a Stern expression.

He knows very well that Moksha was not that nervous about her competition because it was not her first time performing on stage. There is something else that makes her worry.

" I am .... Thinking... Thinking ... That ....." Moksha started stammering didn't able to put the thoughts which was hunting her.

" What are you thinking princess ?" Ishaan also asked angrily. He hates the habit of Moksha putting her thoughts to herself. He hated the way Moksha never shared her worries with someone.

" Will he come to the competition??? " Moksha asked after taking a deep breath in a line. As if she was afraid that she would forget her words.

Silenced immersed in the entire dining room with the question of moksha.

"Princess, you know very well that your dad was busy with his business. He has so many meetings, and in the absence of me and Ishaan, someone has to manage the work." Rajveer Ji said with a fake smile, trying to come up with an excuse.

Hearing that, disappointment lingered on her face. Somewhere she knows very well that her dadu was just trying to comfort her.

After all, her dad never had time for her. He never talked to her for more than 2 minutes when it was necessary. He never came with her to her school in parent-teacher meetings in her childhood; he was never there for her when she wanted him the most.

She didn't have her mother. She never filled her mother's presence. But she was also unaware of her father's affection.

Immersed in her thoughts moksha started to have her breakfast silently. Seeing Moksha upset, Ishaan looked towards him, asking for permission to say something. Seeing him like that, Rajveer Ji nodded.

" Princess, Shaurya sir want to come to your competition but an important meeting was there to attend in our absence. And we are there to cheer for you." Seeing Moksha upset, Ishaan said with a genuine smile lying to her to make her happy.

" And we will......" Ishaan was about to say something else, but a voice echoed in the hall, " Why the hell are you giving her false hope."

Rajveer ji and Ishaan looked towards the stairs from where the sound had come. Where Shaurya ji was standing in all his glory.

While Moksha trembled upon hearing the sound and quickly lowered her head. She doesn't dare to face her father.

Their interaction was limited, and they were heartbroken for moksha.

" Shaurya, come have your breakfast." Rajveer ji said sternly warning his son indirectly warning him to not utter a word further.

" Why the hell are you lying, and where does she want me to come? What special occasions are tomorrow?" Ignoring his father, Shaurya Ji asked, anger was evident in his voice. His gaze held at Ishaan with anger.

" Sir, it was that; Moksha wants you to come tomorrow to her dance competition to cheer her up," Ishaan said, hiding his fear behind his emotionless face.

" Oh, so she wanted me to come to her so cold competition?? But why the hell you were lying that I want to come there ???" He asked furiously taking steps towards the dining table making moksha flinch at his voice.

" Shaurya, you are getting it wrong. Moksha was upset, so that's why Ishaan was making her understand that you're busy." Rajveer Ji interrupted before Ishaan could say anything. His voice has evidence of a threat to Shaurya.

" Didn't you make her understand, Dad, that she was no one to me? Rather than Just a useless burden. " Ignoring the threat, in his father's voice Shaurya Ji stated angrily.

" Just shut up, Shaurya; you didn't have to make it so evident that your ego was bigger than anything. For God sake she was your daughter. Don't say the things you will regret later." Rajveer Ji's thunderous voice echoed in the whole mansion. His eyes were bloodshot red because of anger.

" Oh, really regret, She is the biggest regret of my life. Because of her, I lost my wife." Shaurya ji stated, staring at Moksha with bloodshot red eyes.

" Why the hell are you creating a huge drama on a small thing? What was the matter ??? Why are you targeting moksha this time ??? Why are hurting her ?? " Rajveer ji asked.

" Oh, you want to know why I'm doing this? Then listen, this girl has taken my wife's favorite anklets without asking me. Ask her who gave her permission to touch them." Shaurya ji replied sarcasm was evident in his voice.

" She took it because it was her right, those anklets belong to her mother. She didn't have to take permission to have them." Rajveer Ji stated.

" No, she doesn't have the right. Because of her everything happened at that time. Because of her, I lost my pratiksha. She was the ......" Shaurya ji was stating when suddenly the timid voice of Moksha interrupted him," I am sorry, Mr. Singhania. I will never touch anything which belongs to your wife from now."

After quietly listening to Shaurya ji's bitter words for so long, Moksha mustered the courage to look at him. For a while, a shiver ran down her body, looking at Shaurya Ji's bloodshot eyes.

Listening to her silence immersed in the dining room. While getting up, she makes her way upstairs, her eyes glistening with tears. She was struggling hard to stop her tears from flowing while blinking her eyes.

She always had an idea about Shaurya ji's neglection towards her. But today the last ray of hope also got shattered. Today, his hurtful words make her bleed with aloneness.

Today she feels like a criminal who has committed a crime from the day she was born. Like her birth was a crime.

Glancing at her blurred figure going upstairs for the last time, Shaurya Ji also left the mansion furiously.

Worry was written on Ishaan and Rajveer Ji's faces, looking at Moksha's trembling figure moving upstairs.

They didn't dare to face moksha for now. Because they both lied to her today because of their false hopes moksha was shattered today.

Upstairs, moksha closed the doors of her room and started crying her heart out, which was aching because of the sharp words of Shaurya Ji.

In her father eyes , she was the only reason of his wife absence. Everytime it make her feel like unworthy of this life she feel like criminal who destroyed her father's happiness. Is she really the one will be blamed for her mother's death in her father eyes ??

Blamed ,,, father,,, her thoughts drifted to the anklets.

Consumed in her thoughts , she stood up and walked towards the table beside her bed where her mother's photo frame are placed gazing at the frame she took a deep breath and with trembling hands she open the drawer and took out her mother's anklets out from it.

She clutched her mother's photo frame in her hands near her heart tightly kneeling beside the table, trying to feel the warmth of her mother her hands was trembling eyes swollen because of crying.

" क्या आप सिर्फ उनकी पत्नी है मां ??? क्या आप मेरी कुछ नहीं लगती ?? क्या मेरा आपकी चीजों पर कोई हक नहीं है ?? उन्हें ये पायल इतनी प्यारी है पर मैं तो आपकी निशानी हु आपका ही हिस्सा हु तो मुझसे इतनी नफरत क्यूं ??"

"Are you only his wife, mother? Don’t you mean anything to me? Don’t I have any right over your belongings? He loves these anklets so much, but I am your keepsake, a part of you, so why does he hate me so much?" She asked sobbing furiously, pleading to her mother , for the answers she never received.

Is she really a curse in everyone life ?? Is she really deserve the hatred ?? Didn't she has also lost her mother ?? He has the memories of his wife but what about her she didn't even had any memory of her mother to hold on to , rather than the photos and stories which her grandfather told her.

These questions swirled in her mind, creating a storm of despair and self-doubt, leaving her to cry at her fate.

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