Heer~THE UNWANTED DAUGHTER

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Heer looked at her mother and hugged her tightly. It was time for her operation—or perhaps, her time to go. They both knew, deep down, that this might be the last time they looked into each other’s eyes.

Devika cupped her daughter’s cheeks and kissed her forehead again and again.

“My Shona,” she said softly, “I want you to smile when you remember me, not cry. You know your mom hates tears.” She wiped away Heer's tears, though her own were flowing freely. “Live your life happily, beta. And whenever you miss me… I’ll come to you in the form of rain and embrace you.”

Heer sniffled. “Please, Mom… don’t go.”

“I… I’m sorry, bacha. I’m so sorry,” Devika whispered. “But I promise you—I’ll fight with God when I meet Him. I’ll ask why He didn’t give me more time with you. And then I’ll ask for another lifetime with you. In my next birth, I want to be your mother again.”

She let out a small chuckle through her tears.

Heer kissed her mother’s cheek and held her tighter. The pain in her heart was unbearable. She no longer believed in her Kanha. He had always been her best friend, but now… now He had hurt her in a way she couldn’t forgive.

“Shona,” her mother called softly, her voice trembling but full of love.

Heer turned to her instantly, eyes brimming with tears, her throat tightening at the sound. Her mother’s voice had always been her anchor, and now it felt like a fragile thread she was terrified to lose.

“Promise me one thing,” Devika said, her eyes searching Heer's face with quiet desperation.

Without hesitation, Heer nodded. “I promise, Mom,” she whispered, not needing to hear the rest. She would promise a thousand things if it meant giving her mother even an ounce of peace.

Devika let out a soft, tearful chuckle. “You always were so quick to promise, my little one,” she said gently, brushing a strand of hair behind Heer’s ear. Then her tone turned serious—tender, but firm, like a mother tucking strength into every word.

“Promise me you’ll be a good girl. You’ll eat your dinner on time. You won’t skip meals no matter how busy or sad you are. You’ll study well and make something beautiful out of your life. Do things that bring you joy, beta. Don't just survive—live. Dance in the rain. Sing out loud. Laugh when something’s funny. Cry when it hurts—but don’t stay in the pain.”

She paused, her fingers tracing the outline of Heer’s face.

“You’ll stand up for yourself when you’re right, and you’ll say sorry when you’re wrong. And above all... you’ll smile. Even on the hardest days, you’ll smile. Because I’ll be watching you.”

She lifted her hand and pointed to the sky, her eyes now glistening with fresh tears.

“I’ll be up there, my Shona. Watching every step you take. And I want to see my Heer happy.”

Heer nodded slowly, tears now rolling freely down her cheeks. Her heart ached, yet she held on tightly to every word, storing them in the safest corner of her soul. This was her mother’s last wish—her final request. And she would honor it. No matter how much it hurt.

“Yes, Mom,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “And you’ll stay happy too, okay? I love you. So, so much.”

Devika wrapped her arms around her daughter and held her close, as if trying to fuse the moment into eternity. She buried her face into Heer’s shoulder, letting her tears fall silently—tears she didn’t want Heer to see. A mother’s sorrow wrapped in strength, hidden beneath her warmth.

She was angry. No—she was heartbroken. Furious with destiny. First, life had given her nothing to live for. No purpose, no direction. And now, when she had finally found her reason—her daughter—life was cruelly snatching it all away.

She would not go quietly. When she met God, she would demand answers. She would shout, cry, fight. She would ask why she wasn’t given more time, why love had to come with such unbearable goodbyes.

She was really, truly upset with God. With the world. With fate.

But for now… she just held her daughter and savored the last warmth of a love that was too deep for words.

Just then, a soft knock echoed through the room. Both Heer and Divika instinctively straightened up, quickly wiping away their tears, trying to compose themselves before facing the outside world again.

Divika walked to the door and opened it slowly. Standing there was Arhaan, his expression serious but gentle.

“Uh… it’s time,” he said quietly, his eyes briefly meeting Heer’s. She stood silently, her face now a blank canvas, emotionless—either numb or doing her best to be strong.

“Yeah,” Divika said with a nod. Then she paused and asked, “Can I talk to your elder brother? Where is he?”

Arhaan nodded, his voice calm. “He’s waiting by the car. He’ll drive you.”

Divika gave a soft hum of acknowledgment and followed him down the hall. As they walked through the grand corridor, they passed Swayam. He gave them a hesitant look, but Divika didn’t break her stride. She didn’t acknowledge him—her silence spoke more than any words could.

She had no time or energy for half-hearted guilt or hollow sympathy.

Her eyes were fixed ahead, where Lakshraj stood waiting near the entrance.

She approached him and respectfully touched his feet. The patriarch, tall and regal as ever, gave a solemn nod and raised his hand in blessing.

“May you find peace,” he said softly. Then his eyes drifted to Heer, who stood just behind her mother, seemingly lost in her own world. Her small hands clutched the edge of her kurta, and her eyes looked distant, like her soul was wandering elsewhere.

Lakshraj stepped forward slightly and spoke gently, his voice carrying the weight of reassurance.

“Don’t worry, child. As long as I am here, nothing unjust or cruel will ever happen to Heer. She will live the life she truly deserves. This is my promise to you.”

Divika’s eyes filled again, but this time with gratitude. She gave a trembling smile and nodded deeply. Then, holding Heer’s hand tightly, she walked out with Arhaan, toward the waiting car.

As they approached, Arhaan spotted his elder brother standing near the vehicle, his hands in his pockets, face unreadable.

“Bhai,” Arhaan called out softly, “She wants to speak with you.”

Shaurya turned, his eyes landing on Divika.

The moment lingered in the air—thick with silence, heavy with words left unspoken.

“You both sit in the car,” Shaurya said calmly, his voice steady. “We’ll take a walk through the garden.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed toward the garden path. Divika glanced back at Heer briefly, then followed him quietly.

Once they reached the quiet solitude of the garden, surrounded by blooming flowers and soft rustling leaves, Shaurya stopped and turned to face her.

“Yes, Ms. Sharma?” he asked, his tone respectful, but direct.

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Guys! I'm not going to update if you are not going to comment.

Also, one thing more. I have my exams next month so next update will be on 24 April ans then after 8 May.

I hope you all will understand. After 8 May, I'll try to update consistently.

I'm really sorry but I really need time to study and I have very less time with me.