❝ Ishq saccha wahi
Jisko milti nahi manzilein ❞ - Humari Adhuri Kahani
It is the mid 50's, the time when Anahita Devi was a regular teen. At first, she was soft-spoken and an ideal child to her parents. Then her life takes a drastic turn opening her...
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❝Ai dil hai mushkil jeena yahaan
zara hat ke, zara bach keye hai bombay meree jaan
Kaheen bilding kaheen traame kaheen motar kaheen mil milaata hai yahaan sab kuchh ik milata nahin dil insaan ka nahin kaheen naamonishaan zara hat ke, zara bach ke ye hai bombay meree jaan ❞
-CID (1956)
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Bombay, 1960
Anahita climbed down from the local bus, and tugged on her purse, adjusting the pallu of her red polka dotted saree. The smoke from the bus fanned her face. She coughed into her handkerchief and walked ahead.
Abhaiveer had insisted a million times on taking their car, but she kept refusing. Anahita didn't want to burden him. His business was settling in a new city and she wanted to support him.
Anahita exited the elevator to the fifth floor. She exhaled through her mouth, removing her oversized sunglasses. After ringing the bell in two quick successions, a moment later the door flung open. A young girl in her late teens opened the door.
"Good afternoon, Malk—" She stopped as Anahita passed by her, and the girl too hurried behind to the master bedroom.
"Have you fed, Aryaman?" Anahita enquired in a flat tone.
