"Canvas of Destiny"
In the royal kingdom of Rajasthan, "Canvas of Destiny" unfolds a tale of two lives intertwined by fate and secrets.
Meera, an artistic soul with a deep love for painting and literature, battles the shadows of her past while harbo...
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It’s been three days, and I’m still at the palace. Divya and Dadi insisted I stay here, but my reason for remaining is someone else. Dadi still doesn’t know what actually happened.
I’ve managed to avoid discussing it every time the question arises. Since Divya was out that day, she’s also unaware of the whole situation.
I’ve been avoiding college due to my leg, but I believe it’s better now. I don’t feel pain anymore; my body feels numb. My mind is flooded with possibilities, and my heart beats erratically.
Every time I close my eyes, those words echo in my mind, taunting me. Each time they form a sentence to belittle me, I push forward to prove myself. This isn’t the time to hide behind a shield in a corner.
I’m tired of hiding; the numbness in my brain has dulled my emotions,
yet numerous questions continue to swarm my mind.
Was it truly my fault? Am I worthless? Is this all my mother’s fault?
She could have left him when I was young; we could have been happy, just the two of us.
Why didn’t she consider that?
Why did she endure it all, making me suffer too? I feel like a cruel person, questioning my deceased mother.
It’s my father who’s to blame for this mess; neither my mom nor I are at fault. I remind myself of this constantly. I wonder if it’s justified, but a selfish part of me wants to blame my mother as well.
This isn’t like me, but do I truly know who I am? I’m lost in a dark forest, surrounded by different voices defining me, yet my own voice remains silent, gasping in silence.
I brace myself for the challenges that lie ahead. It’s not just about understanding my past; it’s about forging a path towards my future.
Along the way, I anticipate encountering obstacles and facing uncomfortable truths. Yet, I’m fueled by a relentless drive to uncover the essence of who I am and to reclaim control over my own narrative.
