He was about to ring the bell for the second time when the door swung opened.
She stood there in a beautiful blue saare, looking breathtakingly beautiful.
"Ji?",she asked in a soft voice.
"Ji vo in bachon ki khelne wali gend apke ghar ke andar agai."
She looked at those kids then at Vikram and then said,"Accha aap log rukiye , main dekh kar aati hoon"
"Arey nhi didi hum khudh dhund leinge",one of the kids said and dashed in her house with his fellows following him.
Welcoming a chance to talk , Vikram said,"Vaise kitni prasannta ki baat hai na? Iss baar ki yojna safal rahi!"
She smiled at him and said,"Ye sab apke kaaran hua hai! Agar aap sab pitaji ki madad na karte toh ye abhiyan kabhi pura na hota"
His heart skipped a beat. Her appreciating him was his biggest achievement.
He felt as if he was at could nine.
He decided to start with the rehearsal on his proposing skills. He need to tell her about his feelings rather quickly.
Little did he know what fate had already stored for him.
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Sidhant quietly crept inside Vikram's room.
The old fella was sleeping on his rocking chair which was in the balcony.
He spotted the ball near the study table. He slowly went towards the table and grabbed the ball when his eyes fell on something.
A box.
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There was no lock on it. And of course like a natural human nature, he slowly opened the box,making sure that Vikram won't be awaken from his deep slumber.
The contents of the box were rather interesting. There was a diary, a vintage diary which definately belonged to Vikram.
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He quickly glanced at Vikram's sleeping figure and then opened the first page of the diary. He found what looked like a letter to him.
It looked old.
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Further he found an anklet. One anklet. Is this Kusum's. He wondered.
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But where is the other one?
He quietly kept that diary and anklet back in the box but the anklet fell from his hand on the floor and he got alert. He looked at Vikram who was still asleep but was mumbling a name ...Kalyani...
"Inki behen ka naam toh kusum hai na? Then who is this Kalyani?
Anyways.
He quickly picked up the ball and the letter and dashed out of the room and from the house.
