Honestly, I want Sahiba to get out of this marriage and not lose herself completely. But I also want to see her express her pain. It's.....so sad! Angad deserves nothing more than utter disregard and indifference from her.
It's beautifully written šš». It's heartening to see Seerat and Keerat realize that Sahiba had always been ignored. Keep up the good work! š„°
Thank you so much!!
Originally posted by: Reader17
This story is beautifully complex, or I should say Angad is so complex, he has so many layers...
I would really like to read Angad's POV too.
Thank you, I am aware that your waiting for Angad's POV and you will definitely get it in the next part!
Angad woke up early, the first rays of dawn filtering through the curtains. He turned to his side and found Sahiba still asleep, her face serene and peaceful. Watching her, a wave of realization washed over him. This woman, his wife, had endured so much because of him. His mind replayed the moments when he had raised his hand on her, the times he had touched her despite knowing she wasn't comfortable. Yet, she had never denied him, always trying to be the best wife and daughter-in-law for his sake and his family's.
A pang of regret struck him. He knew she wasn't ready for a baby, yet he had pushed her. He recognized now that she had sacrificed so much, adapting to his world, trying to meet his expectations, and silently bearing the burdens placed upon her.
Angad continued to stare at her, his heart heavy with remorse. Memories of his family's expectations flooded his mind. As the heir, the legacy was supposed to continue through him. His grandfather, Daarji, had always emphasized that it was a man's world, and Angad had internalized that message. The pressure to live up to those expectations had shaped his actions, his beliefs, and unfortunately, his behavior towards Sahiba.
He realized now how those ingrained notions had blinded him to Sahiba's needs and feelings. He had been so focused on fulfilling his role as the heir, on meeting his family's expectations, that he had neglected the most important relationship in his life. The way he had treated Sahiba was not just a reflection of his own failings, but also of the oppressive traditions and beliefs he had unquestioningly followed.
He wished he had listened to her when she suggested they work on their marriage. If only he had taken the time to understand her, to get to know her, things might have been different. Instead, he had turned their relationship into a robotic routine where Sahiba merely went through the motions, doing what she was told without any joy or fulfillment.
Angad's thoughts drifted to the betrayal of his ex-fiancƩ, Seerat. The hurt and anger he had felt then, he had unfairly vented on Sahiba. From the day they married, he had treated her as an outlet for his frustrations and insecurities. He had projected his sense of betrayal onto her, punishing her for sins she never committed.
As if sensing his gaze, Sahiba stirred in her sleep. Angad quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Sahiba sighed softly and whispered to herself, "Another day, Sahiba. Just keep going." She reached for her robe, neatly placed on the side of the bed, and quietly slipped out of bed to put it on. With a final glance at the sleeping Angad, she walked to the shower.
Angad opened his eyes and watched her retreating form. He felt a deep sense of guilt and a newfound resolve. He needed to make amends, to be a better husband, and to respect her boundaries and desires. This woman had given up so much for him, and it was time he acknowledged her sacrifices and treated her with the love and respect she deserved.
He promised himself that he would challenge the expectations that had been placed upon him, redefine what it meant to be the heir, and ensure that Sahiba felt valued and cherished every day. Angad knew it wouldn't be easy to change the deep-seated beliefs and behaviors, but for Sahiba, and for the sake of their future together, he was determined to try.
He also thought about Garry, who had always been told to be more like Angad. But now, Angad realized that Garry, in his own way, had shown more integrity and respect towards others especially his wife. Despite being overshadowed and criticized, Garry had managed to remain true to himself, something Angad had failed to do. In many ways, Garry had turned out to be the better man. This realization only deepened Angad's resolve to change, to become a man worthy of Sahiba and to finally listen to the voice of his own heart rather than the voices of expectation and tradition.
As Sahiba stood under the warm spray of the shower, she heard the bathroom door open. She turned, startled, to see Angad stepping into the shower with her. Her eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"Angad, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Angad looked at her with a mixture of regret and determination. "Sahiba, I need to talk to you," he said, his voice gentle but firm. He stepped closer, the water cascading over both of them. "I want to apologize for everything I've put you through."
Sahiba's heart raced, her mind struggling to process his words. "What do you mean?" she whispered, still wary.
"I've been thinking a lot about how I've treated you," Angad admitted, his eyes locked onto hers. "I've been selfish, demanding, and insensitive. I know I've hurt you, and I'm sorry. I want us to start afresh, to build something real and meaningful between us."
Sahiba felt a mixture of shock and suspicion. Could this be genuine, or was it just another strategy to control her? She remained silent, unable to voice her doubts.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Angad asked, his brow furrowing in concern.
Sahiba hesitated, her gaze dropping to the tiled floor beneath her feet. "Before I was married, I was used to listening to my mother," she said softly. "And after marriage, it's been you. In my life, I've never had a say in anything."
Angad's expression softened, a pang of guilt twisting in his chest. He reached out to gently cup her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, Sahiba," he whispered, his voice filled with remorse. "I never realized how much I've taken away your voice. But I want to change that. I want you to have a say in our lives, in our future."
Sahiba looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and regret reflected in their depths. A flicker of hope sparked within her, tentative yet undeniable. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for them to find their way back to each other. But it would take time, trust, and a willingness to let go of the past.
As they stood there, the water washing over them, Sahiba felt a sense of liberation wash over her. For the first time in a long time, she dared to believe that things could change. And perhaps, with Angad by her side, they could finally find the happiness they both longed for.
Angad continued, his voice heavy with emotion, "I wish I had listened to you when you suggested we work on our marriage. If I had taken that chance to get to know you, to understand you, things could have been so different. But I didn't. Instead, I turned you into a robot, someone who just did what she was told. I see that now, and I'm so sorry."
Sahiba's eyes searched his face, trying to find any hint of insincerity, but all she saw was regret and determination.
"I also realize," Angad continued, "that I vented my anger and betrayal over Seerat onto you. From the day we married, I treated you as if you were responsible for my pain, punishing you for something you had no part in. I was wrong, and you didn't deserve that."
Tears welled up in Sahiba's eyes, the pain of those memories still fresh. "You hurt me so much, Angad," she whispered, her voice breaking.
Angad nodded, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know, and I can't take back the past, but I can promise to do better. I can promise to respect you and give you the love and care you deserve."
He took a deep breath, then added, "I used to believe I was the ideal heir, always living up to the family's expectations. But now, when I look at Garry, who was always told to be more like me, I see that he might have been the better man all along. Garry, despite being overshadowed and criticized, managed to remain true to himself. I need to learn from him and become a man worthy of you."
Sahiba listened, her heart softening. She could see the genuine remorse and the desire to change in Angad's eyes. Maybe there was hope for them after all.
As they stood there, the water washing away their past pains and regrets, Sahiba felt a tentative sense of liberation and hope. For the first time in a long while, she dared to believe that things could change.
A month went by, and everyone had begun to notice a difference in the way Angad treated Sahiba. He brought her flowers from work, took her out on weekly dates, and showed her the affection and respect she had long deserved.
One afternoon, Kiara, Veer, and Ekam were sitting in the garden, enjoying the warm sunlight. They watched from a distance as Angad and Sahiba walked hand in hand.
Kiara smiled, nudging Veer. "Look at them. It's so nice to see Paaji treating Bhabhi like this. He's really changed."
Veer nodded, his eyes following the couple. "Yeah, it's about time. Sahiba Bhabhi has always been so kind and patient. She deserves all the happiness in the world."
Ekam, lounging on a nearby chair, chimed in. "I wasn't sure if Angad Paaji would actually change, but it seems like he's genuinely trying. It's good to see him value Bhabhi."
Kiara leaned back, sighing contentedly. "I remember how strained things used to be. The atmosphere in the house was always tense. But now, it's like a weight has been lifted."
Veer agreed. "True. And it's not just them who are happier. I think it's affecting all of us. The whole family seems more at peace."
Kiara giggled, then turned serious. "But really, let's make sure we support them. Change isn't always easy, and they'll need all the encouragement they can get."
Veer and Ekam nodded in agreement. "Absolutely," Veer said. "We're all in this together. Family means supporting each other, through the good and the bad."
As they continued to watch Angad and Sahiba from afar, the three cousins felt a renewed sense of hope and unity. They were determined to nurture this newfound harmony in their family and ensure that the love and respect between Angad and Sahiba continued to grow.
However, while Angad's cousins were happy witnessing this change, Sahiba's sisters, Seerat and Keerat, still had their doubts. Sahiba had never told anyone what had happened to her after marriage, but the way her behavior had completely changed suggested that something significant had occurred. Being the middle child, Sahiba was always ignored, and her dreams were always put on hold.
One evening, Seerat and Keerat decided it was time to reveal what was in the envelope for Sahiba. They found her in her room, organizing her art supplies.
"Sahiba, can we talk?" Seerat asked, her voice gentle but serious.
Sahiba looked up, surprised. "Of course, what's going on?"
Keerat took a deep breath, glancing at Seerat before speaking. "We've been worried about you. You changed so much after your marriage. We want to know what happened."
Sahiba's expression grew tense. "I'm fine now. Angad and I are happy. I don't want to think about the past."
Seerat stepped closer, her eyes filled with concern. "But you weren't always happy, were you? We need to understand, Sahiba. Please, tell us what happened."
Sahiba shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's in the past. I'm okay now. That's all that matters."
Keerat sighed, pulling out the envelope from her bag. "We found this. It's an opportunity for you, Sahiba. From Surinder, the Punjabi artist in Australia. She offered you a three-year contract to work with her."
Sahiba's eyes widened in shock. "How did you find this?"
"Mummy said that the letter came for you and she placed it in your room. We found it while cleaning your room," Seerat admitted. "Sahiba, this is your dream. You've always wanted to pursue your art. This could be your chance to escape and start fresh."
Sahiba shook her head vehemently. "I can't. My life is here now. I'm married, and I have responsibilities."
Keerat's eyes softened as she placed a hand on Sahiba's shoulder. "You don't have to sacrifice your dreams for anyone. You deserve to be happy and your dreams to be fulfilled."
Sahiba's resolve wavered, and she finally broke down. "I can't leave. I'm pregnant."
Seerat and Keerat looked at each other in shock, then turned back to Sahiba, their eyes wide with concern. "Pregnant?" Seerat whispered, her voice barely audible.
Sahiba nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Yes. I found out yesterday. I'm going to tell Angad tonight."
Seerat and Keerat exchanged a worried glance. "Did Angad force you to have a baby after Daarji's announcement on Ekam's birthday?" Seerat asked, her voice trembling.
Sahiba shook her head, even though Angad wanted to have a baby since the start of there marriage and Daarji announcmnet made him more desperate she didn't want to put her husband down . "No, he didn't. I'm happy about this, Seerat Di. I want this baby."
Seerat and Keerat embraced Sahiba, their worries momentarily forgotten in the face of their sister's happiness. "We're here for you, Sahiba. Whatever you decide, we'll support you," Keerat whispered, her voice filled with love and reassurance.
Sahiba's heart danced with excitement as she held the pregnancy test in her trembling hands, her mind racing with visions of sharing the news with Angad. She had been eagerly awaiting this moment, longing to see the joy and love light up his eyes at the prospect of becoming parents.
But as Angad returned home, his shoulders slumped with the weight of frustration, Sahiba's excitement faltered. She watched him toss his blazer onto the bed with a heavy sigh, his brow furrowed in agitation. Determined to lift his spirits, Sahiba approached him, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"Angad, I have something wonderful to tell you," she began, her voice filled with anticipation.
But before she could utter another word, Angad cut her off, his tone curt and dismissive. "Sahiba, I just need some time alone," he said, his voice tinged with irritation.
Sahiba's heart sank at his words, her excitement extinguished in an instant. She had been so eager to share her joy with him, but now, faced with his frustration, she felt a pang of disappointment.
"Angad, is everything okay? You seem upset," Sahiba asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Angad with his frustration mounting. "No, everything is not okay. Work has been a nightmare lately, and I just can't deal with it right now."
Despite his dismissive tone, Sahiba couldn't bear to see him in such distress. Ignoring the hurt building in her chest, she reached out to touch his arm, wanting to offer comfort.
But Angad recoiled, pushing her away roughly. Sahiba stumbled backward, shock and hurt flashing across her face. It was as if she had been transported back to the darker days of their marriage, when his anger and frustration had driven a wedge between them.
"Angad, what's wrong?" Sahiba asked, her voice trembling with concern.
"I said I need some space, Sahiba!" Angad snapped, his frustration boiling over. "Can't you see I'm not in the mood for this right now?"
Sahiba's eyes welled up with tears as she took a step back, feeling the sting of rejection. She had hoped to share her joy with him, to find solace in his arms, but now, she felt more alone than ever.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to tell you something important."
Angad's expression darkened further, his frustration evident in every line of his face. "Not now, Sahiba. Can't you see I have enough on my plate already?"
For Sahiba, the realization hit hardāno matter how much she longed for their marriage to change, some things remained the same.
To be continued
WOW 
alot of things happened in this chapter
Sahiba is pregnant 
Angad apologized and still went back to his rude behaviour
Can't wait for the next chapter 
Loved reading Angad's POV and I am glad that Saheba found happiness with him even if it was short-lived.
Why do I feel that Angad accidently read the contents of that envelope and knows about Saheba's ambition to be an artist.
He believes that Saheba would have been better off without him and that is why he is purposely back to him old ways of being rude and dismissive so that Saheba leaves him.
But what he is not aware of is that She is carrying his child in her womb, and he is going to regret big time.
Instead of that he could have gone to Australia to support her, oh how I wanted to see both Angad-Saheba nurturing their unborn child, but we did not see that in the show.
Six years later
Garry and Seerat were now parents to a vibrant four-year-old daughter named Mahi, whose laughter filled their home with joy and warmth. They were expecting baby number 2. Veer had tied the knot with Sahiba's younger sister, Keerat, two years ago, finding his own happiness in the embrace of love and companionship. Kiara had embarked on a new chapter of her life in Delhi, having married her college sweetheart, Rohit, and begun a journey of love and partnership. Ekam was engaged to Sammy, a family friend's son, marking the promise of a future filled with shared dreams and aspirations.
But amidst the celebrations and milestones, Angad remained haunted by the ghosts of his past, drowning himself in work to escape the echoes of regret that lingered in the corridors of his heart. The time he spent at home was dedicated to Mahi, the little ray of sunshine who brought a semblance of peace to his restless soul.
Angad's life had changed dramatically since the day Sahiba left. The emptiness of his home mirrored the void in his heart, and the silence was a constant reminder of his regrets. He often found himself wondering about his unborn childāwhether it was a boy or a girl, what they looked like, and what their laughter might sound like. The not knowing gnawed at him, a silent torment that kept him awake at night.
Every day, Angad prayed to Babaji, seeking forgiveness for his past mistakes. He pleaded for a chance to meet his child, unaware that he was actually yearning for two little ones he had never seen. The thought of them filled him with a mixture of sorrow and hope, and he clung to the belief that one day, fate might bring them together.
Recognizing the need to confront his demons, Angad began attending anger therapy sessions. It was a difficult step, one he had resisted for a long time, but he soon realized how much he needed it. The therapy sessions were challenging, forcing him to confront the roots of his anger and the pain he had inflicted on Sahiba. He learned to understand the triggers of his rage and the importance of managing his emotions constructively.
During one particularly intense session, Angad's therapist helped him uncover the deep-seated insecurities and pressures that had fueled his anger. The expectations of his family, the weight of his responsibilities as the heir, and the constant need to live up to Daarji's ideal of a "man's world" had all contributed to his volatile behavior. This realization was both painful and liberating, allowing him to see his actions in a new light and understand the true extent of the harm he had caused.
As the months turned into years, Angad continued to work on himself, determined to become a better person. He poured his energy into his business, but his heart was never far from thoughts of Sahiba and their child. He found solace in his interactions with Mahi, Garry and Seerat's daughter, whose innocence and joy reminded him of what he had lost. Spending time with her gave him a glimpse of the father he could have been, and he cherished these moments as small but significant steps toward redemption.
Despite his progress, the ache of not knowing his child remained. He often found himself standing at the window, gazing into the distance, wondering if Sahiba and their child were happy and safe. He respected her decision to leave, even if it broke his heart, and he hoped that one day, she might find it in her heart to forgive him.
Angad's journey of self-discovery was far from over, but he faced each day with renewed determination. He had learned to channel his pain into personal growth, striving to be the kind of person who would make his child proud. And though he didn't know if he would ever get the chance to meet them, he held onto the hope that one day, he might be granted the opportunity to make amends and show his children the love and respect they deserved.
The memory of Sahiba's departure and the letter she left behind served as a constant reminder of the consequences of his actions. It fueled his resolve to change and to ensure that if he ever had the chance to be a part of their lives, he would be the father they needed and the man Sahiba had once hoped he could be.
Yet, despite the passage of time, Angad couldn't shake the memory of that fateful day, the day Sahiba disappeared from his life without a trace.
Flashback to that painful morning, when Angad awoke to find Sahiba gone, her presence a mere echo in the empty spaces of their home. Panic surged through him as he searched for her, only to discover that all traces of her existence had vanished along with her belongings. It was then that he found the letter, a silent testament to her pain and sorrow, her words cutting through his heart like a knife.
"To Angad,
When you find this letter, I will be gone for good. I always tried to overlook how you treated me, but your behavior last night gave me a glimpse of the darker days of the start of our marriage. All I wanted to tell you yesterday was that I am pregnant after many months of trying, but you pushed me away and said that you have already had enough on your plate. Your behavior scared me, and I cannot have my baby being raised where your behavior is constantly changing or where its mother is not valued. I wish you the best in your life. If you ever get married again, please don't treat another lady how you treated me."
Angad's hands trembled as he read her words, the weight of his regret crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. He had failed her, failed to see her pain, failed to cherish her love. And now, she was gone, leaving behind nothing but memories and unanswered questions.
Despite his best efforts, Angad could never find Sahiba, no matter how far and wide he searched. Seerat and Keerat remained tight-lipped about her whereabouts, their silence a wall he could never breach. And as the years passed, Sahiba became a distant memory, a ghost from his past that haunted his every waking moment.
But amidst the shadows of his regret, Angad vowed to carry Sahiba's words with him, a reminder of the love he had lost and the woman he had failed to cherish. And as he watched Mahi play, her laughter a melody that soothed his troubled soul, he prayed for forgiveness and redemption, knowing that some wounds could never fully heal.
As Sahiba stood in the dimly lit room, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision, she knew that she couldn't stay any longer. Angad's anger had reared its ugly head once again, and she couldn't bear the thought of subjecting herself or her unborn child to the toxicity of his behavior any longer.
With trembling hands, Sahiba began to gather her belongings, her movements swift and purposeful. She knew that Angad was in no state to notice her leaving, lost in the oblivion of alcohol-induced slumber. This was her chance to escape, to break free from the chains that bound her to a life of misery and pain.
Tears streamed down Sahiba's cheeks as she packed her bag, her heart torn between the love she still held for Angad and the desperate need to protect herself and her baby. She couldn't bear to imagine bringing her child into a world where their mother was constantly belittled and undervalued.
As she made her way to the door, Sahiba's resolve wavered, a wave of fear and uncertainty crashing over her. But then, she remembered the envelope, the ticket to a new beginning, a chance to chase her dreams and find happiness once more. With renewed determination, she slipped the envelope into her bag, the promise of a better tomorrow giving her the strength to take that first step towards freedom.
Outside the house, Seerat and Keerat waited anxiously at the train station, their hearts heavy with worry for their sister. When Sahiba finally arrived, her eyes red from tears and her face etched with exhaustion, they enveloped her in a tight embrace, offering silent comfort and support.
"Sahiba, are you sure about this?" Seerat asked, her voice filled with concern. "Leaving like this, it's a big step."
Sahiba nodded, her voice choked with emotion. "I have to do this, Seerat Di. For my baby, for myself. I can't stay in that house any longer, not with Angad's anger consuming us both."
Keerat squeezed her hand gently, her eyes brimming with tears. "We understand, Sahiba. We're here for you, every step of the way."
Tears flowed freely as Sahiba broke down in her sisters' arms, the weight of her decision lifting slightly with their unwavering support. In that moment, surrounded by love and understanding, she knew that she was making the right choice, no matter how difficult it may be.
She boarded the train, their hearts heavy with sorrow but hopeful for the future that lay ahead. And as the train pulled away from the station, carrying Sahiba towards a new beginning.
As Sahiba settled into the apartment provided by Surinder in Delhi, she found solace in the unexpected bond that formed between them. Surinder wasn't just a mentor or employer; she was a kindred spirit who understood the depths of Sahiba's pain in a way few others could.
tThe next afternoon, as they sat together over tea, Sahiba found the courage to confide in Surinder about her abusive marriage. To her surprise, Surinder listened with compassion and empathy, her own eyes reflecting the echoes of pain and trauma that Sahiba knew all too well.
"I understand, Sahiba," Surinder said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I too have walked in your shoes, endured the scars of an abusive marriage."
Sahiba's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of understanding dawning within her. Here was someone who knew firsthand the anguish of living in the shadows of fear and violence, someone who could offer not just sympathy, but genuine understanding and support.
In the days that followed, Surinder became more than just a mentor; she became a confidante and friend, guiding Sahiba through the turbulent waters of healing and recovery with wisdom and grace.
When Sahiba finally shared the truth of her pregnancy with Surinder, expecting judgment or condemnation, she was met with nothing but unwavering support and solidarity.
"I will stand by you, Sahiba," Surinder said, her voice filled with determination. "No matter what challenges lie ahead, you will never have to face them alone."
And true to her word, Surinder remained by Sahiba's side throughout the visa process for Australia, offering guidance, encouragement, and a shoulder to lean on when the weight of the past threatened to overwhelm her.
As Sahiba bid farewell to Delhi and embarked on her journey to Australia, she carried with her not just the promise of a new beginning, but the comforting knowledge that she had found a true ally in Surinder, a fellow survivor who understood the depths of her pain and the resilience of her spirit.
When the day finally arrived for Sahiba to bid farewell to Delhi and embark on her journey to Australia, her heart was heavy with mixed emotions. Surinder had become not just a mentor, but a confidante and friend, and Sahiba was grateful for her unwavering support every step of the way.
But it was her family's visit before her departure that truly touched Sahiba's heart. As she embraced her Tayji, Paapji, Mummy, and sisters one last time, tears flowed freely, mingling with the bittersweet ache of farewell.
"Sahiba, beta, we will miss you so much," Mummy whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
Sahiba nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of her gratitude and love. "I will miss you all too," she managed to say, her voice trembling with emotion.
Before they parted ways, Sahiba made them promise, a promise that weighed heavy on her heart yet was necessary for her peace of mind.
"Promise me you won't tell Angad where I am," she said, her eyes pleading with them to understand.
Her family exchanged solemn looks, their expressions mirroring her own inner turmoil. But in the end, they nodded, their love for Sahiba outweighing their own desires.
"We promise, Sahiba," Tayji said, her voice firm with resolve. "We will keep your secret safe."
With one final embrace, Sahiba boarded the plane bound for Australia, her heart heavy with the weight of goodbye yet light with the promise of a new beginning. As the plane soared into the endless blue sky, she closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer for courage, strength, and the hope of a better tomorrow.
As Sahiba settled into Australia, everything felt new and unfamiliarāthe people, the environment, the language. It was a daunting yet exhilarating fresh start. The bustling city streets, the unfamiliar sounds of a different language, and the diverse faces around her were all part of the new world she had chosen for herself and her unborn children.
Surinder, her boss and mentor, was a pillar of strength during this transition. Understanding the importance of familial support, especially during such a critical period, Surinder extended a heartfelt invitation to Sahibaās Tayji to come and stay with her in Australia. When Tayji arrived, it felt like a piece of home had come with her, providing Sahiba with comfort and familiarity in a foreign land.
As Sahibaās pregnancy progressed, so did her career. She poured her heart and soul into her art, finding solace and purpose in her work. The news that she was expecting twins filled her with an overwhelming sense of joy and anticipation. Her babies, whom she lovingly named Akir and Akira, became the center of her universe even before their birth.
Surinder, being like a mother figure, provided not only professional guidance but also personal support. She shared her own experiences of overcoming adversity, offering wisdom and encouragement that bolstered Sahibaās resolve. With Tayji by her side, Sahiba felt a renewed sense of strength and determination.
The day Akir and Akira were born was a moment of profound transformation. Holding her twins for the first time, Sahiba felt a surge of love and a fierce determination to build a successful future for them. She vowed to become a renowned artist, to create a life that her children could be proud of. The tiny hands grasping her fingers were a reminder of the precious lives she was responsible for, and she promised herself that she would give them a life filled with love, security, and inspiration.
Balancing motherhood with her burgeoning career was challenging, but Sahiba thrived on the love and support of her family and Surinder. Her art began to reflect the depth of her experiences and emotions, resonating with audiences far and wide. Exhibitions of her work drew critical acclaim, and her reputation as a talented artist grew steadily.
Every day, as she painted, Sahiba thought of Akir and Akira. She envisioned the future she was creating for them, one brushstroke at a time. The sacrifices, the sleepless nights, and the moments of self-doubt were all worth it when she saw the pride in her childrenās eyes as they grew older.
In Australia, Sahiba found not just a new beginning but a place where she could heal, grow, and flourish. With the unwavering support of Surinder, the love of her Tayji, and the inspiration drawn from her children, she transformed her pain into beauty, her struggles into strength. Sahibaās journey was a testament to her resilience, and she knew that no matter the challenges ahead, she would continue to rise, creating a legacy of love and art for Akir and Akira to cherish.
Brar Mansion
Angad was immersed in his work, typing away on his laptop, when he heard a knock on the door. Looking up, he was surprised to see Seerat and Keerat standing at the threshold. Their expressions were stern, and the tension in the air was palpable.
"Seerat, Keerat," Angad greeted, trying to mask his surprise with a polite nod. "What brings you here?"
Seerat stepped forward, her eyes cold and unyielding. "We need to talk to you, Angad," she said, her voice laced with an edge of bitterness. "It's about Sahiba."
Angad's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Sahiba's name. He hadn't heard anything about her in years, and the sudden confrontation left him feeling unsettled. "What about her?" he asked cautiously.
Keerat, standing beside her sister, handed Angad a CD. "Watch this," she said bluntly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You owe it to her, and to us, to see what's on it."
Angad took the CD, his hands trembling slightly. He could feel the weight of their gaze, their resentment towards him for how he had treated their sister. "Alright," he murmured, turning to his laptop and inserting the CD.
As the video began to play, the screen flickered to life with Sahiba's face. Angad's breath caught in his throat as he saw her, the woman he had driven away, now staring back at him from the screen.
"Angad," Sahiba's voice echoed through the room, steady yet filled with a mix of emotions. "I cannot forget what you did to me. The pain and the hurt you caused will always be a part of me. But I want you to know that despite everything, I gave birth to twins."
The screen shifted to show images of two beautiful children, a boy and a girl, their innocent faces filled with joy and wonder. Angad's heart pounded in his chest as he took in their features, the way their eyes sparkled with life.
"Akir Singh Brar and Akira Kaur Brar," Sahiba continued, her voice softening as she spoke their names. "Both age 5, birthday 7th May 2019."
The video showed moments from their livesāAkir and Akira taking their first steps, blowing out birthday candles, playing at the park, and laughing together. Each image pierced Angad's heart, a mixture of overwhelming joy and deep sorrow washing over him.
"They are the light of my life," Sahiba's voice narrated over the images. "I want you to see what you missed, what your actions cost you. I hope one day you can find it in yourself to change, truly change, and become a better person. For them, if not for me."
The screen transitioned to Sahiba sitting in a bright room, her expression calm but resolute. "Angad, I need you to understand that while I want you to see our children, this doesn't change anything between us. I'm bringing Akir and Akira to India. They have always asked about their father, and I want them to meet you. They deserve to know who you are, and you deserve to know them."
She paused, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and determination. "I've told them that you're busy with work but that you love them a lot. They believe you care for them, and I hope you can live up to their expectations."
The screen shifted one last time to show Akir and Akira, their faces lighting up with excitement. "We love you, Papa," they said in unison, their voices filled with pure joy. "We're coming! Can't wait to meet you!"
As the video ended, the screen went dark, leaving Angad in stunned silence. He felt a lump in his throat, tears welling up in his eyes as the reality of what he had lost hit him with full force. The images of his children, their innocent faces, their smilesāit was all too much to bear.
Seerat and Keerat watched him, their expressions unrelenting. "You never deserved her," Seerat said, her voice breaking the heavy silence. "But those children, they deserve to know who their father is."
Keerat added, her voice softer but still firm, "We hope you realize the gravity of what you've done. Sahiba Di learnt to live again, for the sake of her children. It's time you do the same, but with a conscience."
Angad nodded, unable to find the words to respond. His mind was reeling from the revelation, the images of his children etched into his memory. He knew in that moment that he had to continue his journey of redemption, not just for himself but for Akir and Akira. They were his children, his legacy, and he would do whatever it took to become a man worthy of being their father.
As Seerat and Keerat turned to leave, Angad called out, his voice thick with emotion, "Thank you. For showing me this. For giving me a glimpse of them."
The sisters paused, exchanging a glance before nodding slightly. Without another word, they left the room, leaving Angad alone with his thoughts and the lingering images of the family he had lost but now had a renewed hope of one day being a part of. The anticipation of meeting his children filled him with a mixture of anxiety and determination, knowing that this was his chance to make things right and to finally start being the father they deserved.
Angad sat back in his chair, the weight of his past actions heavy on his shoulders. He felt a deep ache in his heart, thinking about all the moments he had missed, the laughter and the tears. The regret was overwhelming, but alongside it was a flicker of hope. A chance to meet his children, to be a part of their lives, was more than he had ever dared to dream. He vowed to himself that he would make the most of this opportunity, that he would become the father Akir and Akira needed.
As he thought of Sahiba, his heart ached with sorrow and regret. He knew that he could never undo the past, but he could strive to be better, for their sake. He hoped that one day, they might be able to forgive him, even if he could never forgive himself.
As Seerat and Keerat left the room, they noticed Inder and Manveer standing at the doorstep. Their expressions were a mix of shock, sorrow, and understanding. They had heard everything.
Seerat paused, looking at Manveer with a stern yet empathetic gaze. "Your son needs you now more than ever," she said quietly. "He has a long road ahead if he wants to mend the pieces of this broken family."
Keerat added, her voice soft but firm, "Please support him. He has a chance to change and be there for his children. Donāt let him waste it."
Inder nodded, his face lined with regret. "We will. Thank you for showing him what he needed to see."
Manveer's eyes were filled with tears. "We're so sorry for everything Sahiba had to endure. We'll do everything we can to help Angad become the father those children deserve."
Seerat and Keerat exchanged a glance, their stern expressions softening slightly. "It's all we can hope for," Seerat replied. "Take care of him. And make sure he doesn't let this chance slip away."
With that, the sisters turned and walked away, leaving Inder and Manveer standing at the door, their hearts heavy with the weight of the truth they had just witnessed.
Inside the room, Angad was oblivious to his parents' presence. He sat back in his chair, staring at the screen, his emotions in turmoil. He hit play again, watching the video from the beginning.
As Sahibaās face appeared on the screen once more, her words pierced through his heart anew. Every image of Akir and Akira felt like a dagger of both joy and pain, reminding him of what he had missed and what he now had the chance to reclaim.
He watched as Sahiba spoke about their children, her voice steady but filled with the pain of their past. He saw the moments of his childrenās lives that he had missedātheir first steps, their birthdays, their laughter and joy.
Tears streamed down Angad's face as he replayed the video over and over, absorbing every detail. Each repetition etched their faces deeper into his memory, their voices resonating in his mind. He watched as Akir and Akira said, "We love you, Papa. We're coming! Can't wait to meet you!" Their innocent, loving words broke him and healed him all at once.
Inder and Manveer watched from the doorway, their hearts aching for their son. They saw the raw pain and regret on his face, the tears that wouldnāt stop flowing. They knew this was a turning point for Angadāa chance for him to truly change, to become the man and father he needed to be.
Manveer stepped into the room, her voice gentle but firm. "Angad, weāre here for you. Whatever you need, weāll support you."
Inder nodded, placing a hand on Angad's shoulder. "Weāll help you every step of the way, son. It's time to make things right."
Angad looked up at his parents, his eyes red and filled with a mix of determination and sorrow. "I need to be better. For them. For Akir and Akira. I can't let them down."
Manveer smiled through her tears. "And you won't. We believe in you."
With his parents' support, Angad felt a glimmer of hope. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but he was ready to face it. For his children. For Akir and Akira. And with every replay of the video, he felt his resolve strengthen, determined to become the father they deserved and to earn their love and trust.
Australia
Sahiba had come a long way since leaving her past behind in India. In Australia, she had found her true calling as a freelance artist, her talent shining brightly in the international art scene. With each stroke of her brush, she poured her heart and soul into her creations, weaving stories of resilience, hope, and love.
Surinder Ji, or Suri Ma as Sahiba lovingly called her, had played a pivotal role in Sahiba's journey to success. Not only had she provided Sahiba with a job and a platform to showcase her art, but she had also been a mentor, a guide, and a source of unwavering support. Suri Ma had recognized Sahiba's potential from the very beginning, nurturing her talent and encouraging her to dream big. Together, they had forged a bond that went beyond mentorshipāa bond of trust, respect, and mutual admiration.
With Suri Ma's guidance, Sahiba had honed her skills and expanded her horizons, working independently for clients across the globe. Her artwork adorned galleries, exhibitions, and private collections, each piece a testament to her passion and dedication. Through her art, Sahiba found a voiceāa voice that spoke of her journey, her struggles, and her triumphs.
Meanwhile, Sahiba's Tayji had been by her side every step of the way, helping to raise Akir and Akira with love and care. Together, they had formed a strong support system, creating a nurturing environment for the twins to thrive in. Tayji's wisdom, warmth, and unconditional love had shaped Akir and Akira into kind-hearted, resilient individuals, just like their mother.
Back in India, Sahiba's parents and sister's watched with pride as their daughter and sister flourished in her newfound independence. They marveled at her strength, her resilience, and her unwavering determination to chase her dreams. Despite the distance, their bond remained unbreakable, strengthened by love and admiration.
As Sahiba's career blossomed and she found financial stability, she made sure to share her success with her parents. Every year, she would send them a ticket to come visit her and the twins in Australia, cherishing the precious moments they spent together as a family. For Sahiba, these visits were a reminder of her roots, her heritage, and the unconditional love that had guided her every step of the way.
Sahiba's annual visits from her parents served not only as a reunion for the family but also as a cherished opportunity for her parents to bond with their beloved grandchildren, Akir and Akira. For the twins, their grandparents were a source of warmth, wisdom, and endless stories from the homeland they had never known.Sahiba's parents doted on Akir and Akira, showering them with love, affection, and homemade treats that carried the flavors of home.
Through hard work, perseverance, and the support of her loved ones, Sahiba had transformed her life into a masterpieceāa testament to the power of resilience, hope, and the unwavering belief in oneself. And as she looked towards the future, she knew that the best was yet to come, for her and her precious family.
Sahiba House Australia
As Sahiba packed the children's last-minute things, Surinder Ji, or Suri Maa as Sahiba fondly called her, entered the room. She watched Sahiba with a knowing gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Sahiba, how are you feeling?" Suri Maa asked gently, her voice soft but probing. "What made you decide to bring Akir and Akira to meet their father?"
Sahiba paused, her hands momentarily still as she considered Suri Maa's question. She took a deep breath before answering, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and determination.
"I've spent years trying to forget the pain of my marriage, trying to move on and build a new life for myself and the children," Sahiba began, her words measured yet filled with emotion. "But despite everything, I realized that I couldn't deny Akir and Akira the chance to know their father. No matter what happened between Angad and me, he is still a part of their lives, a part of their story."
Suri Maa listened intently, her expression thoughtful as she absorbed Sahiba's words. She could sense the depth of Sahiba's emotions, the turmoil and conflict that lay beneath her calm exterior.
"And what about you, Sahiba?" Suri Maa asked gently. "How do you feel about seeing Angad again, after all these years?"
Sahiba's gaze faltered for a moment before she met Suri Maa's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of pain and longing.
"I... I don't know," Sahiba admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Part of me still carries the scars of our past, the hurt and the betrayal. But another part of me... can't help but wonder if there's still a glimmer of hope, a chance for healing and closure."
Suri Maa reached out and gently squeezed Sahiba's hand, offering her silent support and understanding. In that moment, she realized something profoundāthat despite the pain and the heartache Sahiba had endured, there was a part of her that still held onto a flicker of love for Angad, a love that she had been unable to forget or let go of.
As Sahiba continued to pack, lost in her thoughts, Suri Maa watched her with newfound insight. She knew that Sahiba's journey was far from over, that there were still wounds to heal and truths to uncover. But in the depths of Sahiba's heart, amidst the pain and the scars, there was also a loveāa love that refused to be extinguished, a love that had the power to transform and heal, if only given the chance.
To be continued...
Loved reading it from Angad's pov.It kind of explains his actions without justifying then.And Sahiba is better of alone at this point as she does deserve better than the volatility their relationship offers.
Six years later
Garry and Seerat were now parents to a vibrant four-year-old daughter named Mahi, whose laughter filled their home with joy and warmth. They were expecting baby number 2. Veer had tied the knot with Sahiba's younger sister, Keerat, two years ago, finding his own happiness in the embrace of love and companionship. Kiara had embarked on a new chapter of her life in Delhi, having married her college sweetheart, Rohit, and begun a journey of love and partnership. Ekam was engaged to Sammy, a family friend's son, marking the promise of a future filled with shared dreams and aspirations.
But amidst the celebrations and milestones, Angad remained haunted by the ghosts of his past, drowning himself in work to escape the echoes of regret that lingered in the corridors of his heart. The time he spent at home was dedicated to Mahi, the little ray of sunshine who brought a semblance of peace to his restless soul.
Angad's life had changed dramatically since the day Sahiba left. The emptiness of his home mirrored the void in his heart, and the silence was a constant reminder of his regrets. He often found himself wondering about his unborn childāwhether it was a boy or a girl, what they looked like, and what their laughter might sound like. The not knowing gnawed at him, a silent torment that kept him awake at night.
Every day, Angad prayed to Babaji, seeking forgiveness for his past mistakes. He pleaded for a chance to meet his child, unaware that he was actually yearning for two little ones he had never seen. The thought of them filled him with a mixture of sorrow and hope, and he clung to the belief that one day, fate might bring them together.
Recognizing the need to confront his demons, Angad began attending anger therapy sessions. It was a difficult step, one he had resisted for a long time, but he soon realized how much he needed it. The therapy sessions were challenging, forcing him to confront the roots of his anger and the pain he had inflicted on Sahiba. He learned to understand the triggers of his rage and the importance of managing his emotions constructively.
During one particularly intense session, Angad's therapist helped him uncover the deep-seated insecurities and pressures that had fueled his anger. The expectations of his family, the weight of his responsibilities as the heir, and the constant need to live up to Daarji's ideal of a "man's world" had all contributed to his volatile behavior. This realization was both painful and liberating, allowing him to see his actions in a new light and understand the true extent of the harm he had caused.
As the months turned into years, Angad continued to work on himself, determined to become a better person. He poured his energy into his business, but his heart was never far from thoughts of Sahiba and their child. He found solace in his interactions with Mahi, Garry and Seerat's daughter, whose innocence and joy reminded him of what he had lost. Spending time with her gave him a glimpse of the father he could have been, and he cherished these moments as small but significant steps toward redemption.
Despite his progress, the ache of not knowing his child remained. He often found himself standing at the window, gazing into the distance, wondering if Sahiba and their child were happy and safe. He respected her decision to leave, even if it broke his heart, and he hoped that one day, she might find it in her heart to forgive him.
Angad's journey of self-discovery was far from over, but he faced each day with renewed determination. He had learned to channel his pain into personal growth, striving to be the kind of person who would make his child proud. And though he didn't know if he would ever get the chance to meet them, he held onto the hope that one day, he might be granted the opportunity to make amends and show his children the love and respect they deserved.
The memory of Sahiba's departure and the letter she left behind served as a constant reminder of the consequences of his actions. It fueled his resolve to change and to ensure that if he ever had the chance to be a part of their lives, he would be the father they needed and the man Sahiba had once hoped he could be.
Yet, despite the passage of time, Angad couldn't shake the memory of that fateful day, the day Sahiba disappeared from his life without a trace.
Flashback to that painful morning, when Angad awoke to find Sahiba gone, her presence a mere echo in the empty spaces of their home. Panic surged through him as he searched for her, only to discover that all traces of her existence had vanished along with her belongings. It was then that he found the letter, a silent testament to her pain and sorrow, her words cutting through his heart like a knife.
"To Angad,
When you find this letter, I will be gone for good. I always tried to overlook how you treated me, but your behavior last night gave me a glimpse of the darker days of the start of our marriage. All I wanted to tell you yesterday was that I am pregnant after many months of trying, but you pushed me away and said that you have already had enough on your plate. Your behavior scared me, and I cannot have my baby being raised where your behavior is constantly changing or where its mother is not valued. I wish you the best in your life. If you ever get married again, please don't treat another lady how you treated me."
Angad's hands trembled as he read her words, the weight of his regret crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. He had failed her, failed to see her pain, failed to cherish her love. And now, she was gone, leaving behind nothing but memories and unanswered questions.
Despite his best efforts, Angad could never find Sahiba, no matter how far and wide he searched. Seerat and Keerat remained tight-lipped about her whereabouts, their silence a wall he could never breach. And as the years passed, Sahiba became a distant memory, a ghost from his past that haunted his every waking moment.
But amidst the shadows of his regret, Angad vowed to carry Sahiba's words with him, a reminder of the love he had lost and the woman he had failed to cherish. And as he watched Mahi play, her laughter a melody that soothed his troubled soul, he prayed for forgiveness and redemption, knowing that some wounds could never fully heal.
As Sahiba stood in the dimly lit room, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision, she knew that she couldn't stay any longer. Angad's anger had reared its ugly head once again, and she couldn't bear the thought of subjecting herself or her unborn child to the toxicity of his behavior any longer.
With trembling hands, Sahiba began to gather her belongings, her movements swift and purposeful. She knew that Angad was in no state to notice her leaving, lost in the oblivion of alcohol-induced slumber. This was her chance to escape, to break free from the chains that bound her to a life of misery and pain.
Tears streamed down Sahiba's cheeks as she packed her bag, her heart torn between the love she still held for Angad and the desperate need to protect herself and her baby. She couldn't bear to imagine bringing her child into a world where their mother was constantly belittled and undervalued.
As she made her way to the door, Sahiba's resolve wavered, a wave of fear and uncertainty crashing over her. But then, she remembered the envelope, the ticket to a new beginning, a chance to chase her dreams and find happiness once more. With renewed determination, she slipped the envelope into her bag, the promise of a better tomorrow giving her the strength to take that first step towards freedom.
Outside the house, Seerat and Keerat waited anxiously at the train station, their hearts heavy with worry for their sister. When Sahiba finally arrived, her eyes red from tears and her face etched with exhaustion, they enveloped her in a tight embrace, offering silent comfort and support.
"Sahiba, are you sure about this?" Seerat asked, her voice filled with concern. "Leaving like this, it's a big step."
Sahiba nodded, her voice choked with emotion. "I have to do this, Seerat Di. For my baby, for myself. I can't stay in that house any longer, not with Angad's anger consuming us both."
Keerat squeezed her hand gently, her eyes brimming with tears. "We understand, Sahiba. We're here for you, every step of the way."
Tears flowed freely as Sahiba broke down in her sisters' arms, the weight of her decision lifting slightly with their unwavering support. In that moment, surrounded by love and understanding, she knew that she was making the right choice, no matter how difficult it may be.
She boarded the train, their hearts heavy with sorrow but hopeful for the future that lay ahead. And as the train pulled away from the station, carrying Sahiba towards a new beginning.
As Sahiba settled into the apartment provided by Surinder in Delhi, she found solace in the unexpected bond that formed between them. Surinder wasn't just a mentor or employer; she was a kindred spirit who understood the depths of Sahiba's pain in a way few others could.
tThe next afternoon, as they sat together over tea, Sahiba found the courage to confide in Surinder about her abusive marriage. To her surprise, Surinder listened with compassion and empathy, her own eyes reflecting the echoes of pain and trauma that Sahiba knew all too well.
"I understand, Sahiba," Surinder said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I too have walked in your shoes, endured the scars of an abusive marriage."
Sahiba's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of understanding dawning within her. Here was someone who knew firsthand the anguish of living in the shadows of fear and violence, someone who could offer not just sympathy, but genuine understanding and support.
In the days that followed, Surinder became more than just a mentor; she became a confidante and friend, guiding Sahiba through the turbulent waters of healing and recovery with wisdom and grace.
When Sahiba finally shared the truth of her pregnancy with Surinder, expecting judgment or condemnation, she was met with nothing but unwavering support and solidarity.
"I will stand by you, Sahiba," Surinder said, her voice filled with determination. "No matter what challenges lie ahead, you will never have to face them alone."
And true to her word, Surinder remained by Sahiba's side throughout the visa process for Australia, offering guidance, encouragement, and a shoulder to lean on when the weight of the past threatened to overwhelm her.
As Sahiba bid farewell to Delhi and embarked on her journey to Australia, she carried with her not just the promise of a new beginning, but the comforting knowledge that she had found a true ally in Surinder, a fellow survivor who understood the depths of her pain and the resilience of her spirit.
When the day finally arrived for Sahiba to bid farewell to Delhi and embark on her journey to Australia, her heart was heavy with mixed emotions. Surinder had become not just a mentor, but a confidante and friend, and Sahiba was grateful for her unwavering support every step of the way.
But it was her family's visit before her departure that truly touched Sahiba's heart. As she embraced her Tayji, Paapji, Mummy, and sisters one last time, tears flowed freely, mingling with the bittersweet ache of farewell.
"Sahiba, beta, we will miss you so much," Mummy whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
Sahiba nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of her gratitude and love. "I will miss you all too," she managed to say, her voice trembling with emotion.
Before they parted ways, Sahiba made them promise, a promise that weighed heavy on her heart yet was necessary for her peace of mind.
"Promise me you won't tell Angad where I am," she said, her eyes pleading with them to understand.
Her family exchanged solemn looks, their expressions mirroring her own inner turmoil. But in the end, they nodded, their love for Sahiba outweighing their own desires.
"We promise, Sahiba," Tayji said, her voice firm with resolve. "We will keep your secret safe."
With one final embrace, Sahiba boarded the plane bound for Australia, her heart heavy with the weight of goodbye yet light with the promise of a new beginning. As the plane soared into the endless blue sky, she closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer for courage, strength, and the hope of a better tomorrow.
As Sahiba settled into Australia, everything felt new and unfamiliarāthe people, the environment, the language. It was a daunting yet exhilarating fresh start. The bustling city streets, the unfamiliar sounds of a different language, and the diverse faces around her were all part of the new world she had chosen for herself and her unborn children.
Surinder, her boss and mentor, was a pillar of strength during this transition. Understanding the importance of familial support, especially during such a critical period, Surinder extended a heartfelt invitation to Sahibaās Tayji to come and stay with her in Australia. When Tayji arrived, it felt like a piece of home had come with her, providing Sahiba with comfort and familiarity in a foreign land.
As Sahibaās pregnancy progressed, so did her career. She poured her heart and soul into her art, finding solace and purpose in her work. The news that she was expecting twins filled her with an overwhelming sense of joy and anticipation. Her babies, whom she lovingly named Akir and Akira, became the center of her universe even before their birth.
Surinder, being like a mother figure, provided not only professional guidance but also personal support. She shared her own experiences of overcoming adversity, offering wisdom and encouragement that bolstered Sahibaās resolve. With Tayji by her side, Sahiba felt a renewed sense of strength and determination.
The day Akir and Akira were born was a moment of profound transformation. Holding her twins for the first time, Sahiba felt a surge of love and a fierce determination to build a successful future for them. She vowed to become a renowned artist, to create a life that her children could be proud of. The tiny hands grasping her fingers were a reminder of the precious lives she was responsible for, and she promised herself that she would give them a life filled with love, security, and inspiration.
Balancing motherhood with her burgeoning career was challenging, but Sahiba thrived on the love and support of her family and Surinder. Her art began to reflect the depth of her experiences and emotions, resonating with audiences far and wide. Exhibitions of her work drew critical acclaim, and her reputation as a talented artist grew steadily.
Every day, as she painted, Sahiba thought of Akir and Akira. She envisioned the future she was creating for them, one brushstroke at a time. The sacrifices, the sleepless nights, and the moments of self-doubt were all worth it when she saw the pride in her childrenās eyes as they grew older.
In Australia, Sahiba found not just a new beginning but a place where she could heal, grow, and flourish. With the unwavering support of Surinder, the love of her Tayji, and the inspiration drawn from her children, she transformed her pain into beauty, her struggles into strength. Sahibaās journey was a testament to her resilience, and she knew that no matter the challenges ahead, she would continue to rise, creating a legacy of love and art for Akir and Akira to cherish.
Brar Mansion
Angad was immersed in his work, typing away on his laptop, when he heard a knock on the door. Looking up, he was surprised to see Seerat and Keerat standing at the threshold. Their expressions were stern, and the tension in the air was palpable.
"Seerat, Keerat," Angad greeted, trying to mask his surprise with a polite nod. "What brings you here?"
Seerat stepped forward, her eyes cold and unyielding. "We need to talk to you, Angad," she said, her voice laced with an edge of bitterness. "It's about Sahiba."
Angad's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Sahiba's name. He hadn't heard anything about her in years, and the sudden confrontation left him feeling unsettled. "What about her?" he asked cautiously.
Keerat, standing beside her sister, handed Angad a CD. "Watch this," she said bluntly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You owe it to her, and to us, to see what's on it."
Angad took the CD, his hands trembling slightly. He could feel the weight of their gaze, their resentment towards him for how he had treated their sister. "Alright," he murmured, turning to his laptop and inserting the CD.
As the video began to play, the screen flickered to life with Sahiba's face. Angad's breath caught in his throat as he saw her, the woman he had driven away, now staring back at him from the screen.
"Angad," Sahiba's voice echoed through the room, steady yet filled with a mix of emotions. "I cannot forget what you did to me. The pain and the hurt you caused will always be a part of me. But I want you to know that despite everything, I gave birth to twins."
The screen shifted to show images of two beautiful children, a boy and a girl, their innocent faces filled with joy and wonder. Angad's heart pounded in his chest as he took in their features, the way their eyes sparkled with life.
"Akir Singh Brar and Akira Kaur Brar," Sahiba continued, her voice softening as she spoke their names. "Both age 5, birthday 7th May 2019."
The video showed moments from their livesāAkir and Akira taking their first steps, blowing out birthday candles, playing at the park, and laughing together. Each image pierced Angad's heart, a mixture of overwhelming joy and deep sorrow washing over him.
"They are the light of my life," Sahiba's voice narrated over the images. "I want you to see what you missed, what your actions cost you. I hope one day you can find it in yourself to change, truly change, and become a better person. For them, if not for me."
The screen transitioned to Sahiba sitting in a bright room, her expression calm but resolute. "Angad, I need you to understand that while I want you to see our children, this doesn't change anything between us. I'm bringing Akir and Akira to India. They have always asked about their father, and I want them to meet you. They deserve to know who you are, and you deserve to know them."
She paused, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and determination. "I've told them that you're busy with work but that you love them a lot. They believe you care for them, and I hope you can live up to their expectations."
The screen shifted one last time to show Akir and Akira, their faces lighting up with excitement. "We love you, Papa," they said in unison, their voices filled with pure joy. "We're coming! Can't wait to meet you!"
As the video ended, the screen went dark, leaving Angad in stunned silence. He felt a lump in his throat, tears welling up in his eyes as the reality of what he had lost hit him with full force. The images of his children, their innocent faces, their smilesāit was all too much to bear.
Seerat and Keerat watched him, their expressions unrelenting. "You never deserved her," Seerat said, her voice breaking the heavy silence. "But those children, they deserve to know who their father is."
Keerat added, her voice softer but still firm, "We hope you realize the gravity of what you've done. Sahiba Di learnt to live again, for the sake of her children. It's time you do the same, but with a conscience."
Angad nodded, unable to find the words to respond. His mind was reeling from the revelation, the images of his children etched into his memory. He knew in that moment that he had to continue his journey of redemption, not just for himself but for Akir and Akira. They were his children, his legacy, and he would do whatever it took to become a man worthy of being their father.
As Seerat and Keerat turned to leave, Angad called out, his voice thick with emotion, "Thank you. For showing me this. For giving me a glimpse of them."
The sisters paused, exchanging a glance before nodding slightly. Without another word, they left the room, leaving Angad alone with his thoughts and the lingering images of the family he had lost but now had a renewed hope of one day being a part of. The anticipation of meeting his children filled him with a mixture of anxiety and determination, knowing that this was his chance to make things right and to finally start being the father they deserved.
Angad sat back in his chair, the weight of his past actions heavy on his shoulders. He felt a deep ache in his heart, thinking about all the moments he had missed, the laughter and the tears. The regret was overwhelming, but alongside it was a flicker of hope. A chance to meet his children, to be a part of their lives, was more than he had ever dared to dream. He vowed to himself that he would make the most of this opportunity, that he would become the father Akir and Akira needed.
As he thought of Sahiba, his heart ached with sorrow and regret. He knew that he could never undo the past, but he could strive to be better, for their sake. He hoped that one day, they might be able to forgive him, even if he could never forgive himself.
As Seerat and Keerat left the room, they noticed Inder and Manveer standing at the doorstep. Their expressions were a mix of shock, sorrow, and understanding. They had heard everything.
Seerat paused, looking at Manveer with a stern yet empathetic gaze. "Your son needs you now more than ever," she said quietly. "He has a long road ahead if he wants to mend the pieces of this broken family."
Keerat added, her voice soft but firm, "Please support him. He has a chance to change and be there for his children. Donāt let him waste it."
Inder nodded, his face lined with regret. "We will. Thank you for showing him what he needed to see."
Manveer's eyes were filled with tears. "We're so sorry for everything Sahiba had to endure. We'll do everything we can to help Angad become the father those children deserve."
Seerat and Keerat exchanged a glance, their stern expressions softening slightly. "It's all we can hope for," Seerat replied. "Take care of him. And make sure he doesn't let this chance slip away."
With that, the sisters turned and walked away, leaving Inder and Manveer standing at the door, their hearts heavy with the weight of the truth they had just witnessed.
Inside the room, Angad was oblivious to his parents' presence. He sat back in his chair, staring at the screen, his emotions in turmoil. He hit play again, watching the video from the beginning.
As Sahibaās face appeared on the screen once more, her words pierced through his heart anew. Every image of Akir and Akira felt like a dagger of both joy and pain, reminding him of what he had missed and what he now had the chance to reclaim.
He watched as Sahiba spoke about their children, her voice steady but filled with the pain of their past. He saw the moments of his childrenās lives that he had missedātheir first steps, their birthdays, their laughter and joy.
Tears streamed down Angad's face as he replayed the video over and over, absorbing every detail. Each repetition etched their faces deeper into his memory, their voices resonating in his mind. He watched as Akir and Akira said, "We love you, Papa. We're coming! Can't wait to meet you!" Their innocent, loving words broke him and healed him all at once.
Inder and Manveer watched from the doorway, their hearts aching for their son. They saw the raw pain and regret on his face, the tears that wouldnāt stop flowing. They knew this was a turning point for Angadāa chance for him to truly change, to become the man and father he needed to be.
Manveer stepped into the room, her voice gentle but firm. "Angad, weāre here for you. Whatever you need, weāll support you."
Inder nodded, placing a hand on Angad's shoulder. "Weāll help you every step of the way, son. It's time to make things right."
Angad looked up at his parents, his eyes red and filled with a mix of determination and sorrow. "I need to be better. For them. For Akir and Akira. I can't let them down."
Manveer smiled through her tears. "And you won't. We believe in you."
With his parents' support, Angad felt a glimmer of hope. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but he was ready to face it. For his children. For Akir and Akira. And with every replay of the video, he felt his resolve strengthen, determined to become the father they deserved and to earn their love and trust.
Australia
Sahiba had come a long way since leaving her past behind in India. In Australia, she had found her true calling as a freelance artist, her talent shining brightly in the international art scene. With each stroke of her brush, she poured her heart and soul into her creations, weaving stories of resilience, hope, and love.
Surinder Ji, or Suri Ma as Sahiba lovingly called her, had played a pivotal role in Sahiba's journey to success. Not only had she provided Sahiba with a job and a platform to showcase her art, but she had also been a mentor, a guide, and a source of unwavering support. Suri Ma had recognized Sahiba's potential from the very beginning, nurturing her talent and encouraging her to dream big. Together, they had forged a bond that went beyond mentorshipāa bond of trust, respect, and mutual admiration.
With Suri Ma's guidance, Sahiba had honed her skills and expanded her horizons, working independently for clients across the globe. Her artwork adorned galleries, exhibitions, and private collections, each piece a testament to her passion and dedication. Through her art, Sahiba found a voiceāa voice that spoke of her journey, her struggles, and her triumphs.
Meanwhile, Sahiba's Tayji had been by her side every step of the way, helping to raise Akir and Akira with love and care. Together, they had formed a strong support system, creating a nurturing environment for the twins to thrive in. Tayji's wisdom, warmth, and unconditional love had shaped Akir and Akira into kind-hearted, resilient individuals, just like their mother.
Back in India, Sahiba's parents and sister's watched with pride as their daughter and sister flourished in her newfound independence. They marveled at her strength, her resilience, and her unwavering determination to chase her dreams. Despite the distance, their bond remained unbreakable, strengthened by love and admiration.
As Sahiba's career blossomed and she found financial stability, she made sure to share her success with her parents. Every year, she would send them a ticket to come visit her and the twins in Australia, cherishing the precious moments they spent together as a family. For Sahiba, these visits were a reminder of her roots, her heritage, and the unconditional love that had guided her every step of the way.
Sahiba's annual visits from her parents served not only as a reunion for the family but also as a cherished opportunity for her parents to bond with their beloved grandchildren, Akir and Akira. For the twins, their grandparents were a source of warmth, wisdom, and endless stories from the homeland they had never known.Sahiba's parents doted on Akir and Akira, showering them with love, affection, and homemade treats that carried the flavors of home.
Through hard work, perseverance, and the support of her loved ones, Sahiba had transformed her life into a masterpieceāa testament to the power of resilience, hope, and the unwavering belief in oneself. And as she looked towards the future, she knew that the best was yet to come, for her and her precious family.
Sahiba House Australia
As Sahiba packed the children's last-minute things, Surinder Ji, or Suri Maa as Sahiba fondly called her, entered the room. She watched Sahiba with a knowing gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Sahiba, how are you feeling?" Suri Maa asked gently, her voice soft but probing. "What made you decide to bring Akir and Akira to meet their father?"
Sahiba paused, her hands momentarily still as she considered Suri Maa's question. She took a deep breath before answering, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and determination.
"I've spent years trying to forget the pain of my marriage, trying to move on and build a new life for myself and the children," Sahiba began, her words measured yet filled with emotion. "But despite everything, I realized that I couldn't deny Akir and Akira the chance to know their father. No matter what happened between Angad and me, he is still a part of their lives, a part of their story."
Suri Maa listened intently, her expression thoughtful as she absorbed Sahiba's words. She could sense the depth of Sahiba's emotions, the turmoil and conflict that lay beneath her calm exterior.
"And what about you, Sahiba?" Suri Maa asked gently. "How do you feel about seeing Angad again, after all these years?"
Sahiba's gaze faltered for a moment before she met Suri Maa's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of pain and longing.
"I... I don't know," Sahiba admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Part of me still carries the scars of our past, the hurt and the betrayal. But another part of me... can't help but wonder if there's still a glimmer of hope, a chance for healing and closure."
Suri Maa reached out and gently squeezed Sahiba's hand, offering her silent support and understanding. In that moment, she realized something profoundāthat despite the pain and the heartache Sahiba had endured, there was a part of her that still held onto a flicker of love for Angad, a love that she had been unable to forget or let go of.
As Sahiba continued to pack, lost in her thoughts, Suri Maa watched her with newfound insight. She knew that Sahiba's journey was far from over, that there were still wounds to heal and truths to uncover. But in the depths of Sahiba's heart, amidst the pain and the scars, there was also a loveāa love that refused to be extinguished, a love that had the power to transform and heal, if only given the chance.
To be continued...
Angad is truly reflecting on his mistakes and feeling remorse for his actions.Hope he doesn't fall into old patterns once Sahiba and the twins arrive .And I hope Sahiba finally gets the closure she deserves.
Angad has really changed
Sahiba is happily living her life as a mother and artist
Can't wait too see how they reunite
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