Love Started With A 'Boo' | ✓

Episode 4

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘩, 2017
𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘵

Namo Arihantanam
Namo Siddhanam
Namo Ayariyanam
Namo Uvajjayanam
Namo Loe Savva Sahunam

(I bow to the enlightened souls
I bow to the liberated souls
I bow to religious leaders
I bow to religious teachers
I bow to all monks of the world)

Acquiescing in front of our divine, for the enlightenment of the right path and a scrupulous life, I sent my devotions to my creator and closed my eyes in deep meditation, a thing I used to do to have an intenser connection with the divine power.

The day ahead would be a hectic one as I was currently operating on a high-profile case where an impeccable man was falsely accused of rape, a heinous and most condemned crime which he didn't even perpetrate.

Everything was against him but I knew him better. Suspiring disconcertedly, I pursued back my path outside our temple and closed my eyes one last time in a praying position as today was the last hearing for me to either win or lose, for the innocent to either live or be hung to death with shame and humiliation.

No negative thoughts, I reprimanded my mercurial mind and breathed out in a little tension and anxiety. This would be the first case where I'd lose, where I would let the innocent die in front of my eyes, I could only wish for the best.

I was advancing towards the exit when a voice stopped me in the track, "Divya, brother, why are you in such a sulky mood in the morning?". It was my elder brother Divyajeet who had a perturbed look on his visage. "Nothing Jeet bhaiya, just some work-related tension," I tried to flash him my infamous grin but it didn't work as his contortion turned more contemplative.

"Divyaant, remember we had always warned you to join this sector but you never listened to us. What was wrong with our Pharmaceutical company? Tell me? You could've worked with me and you wouldn't have to have such tumultuous and pensive job, grappling every single day over one case or another. I cannot see you in this state, brother, honestly, it distresses my heart every time you've to...." I couldn't have this dressing-down again when I had such an urgent meeting to attend, I side-tracked him in between his monotonous and repetitive lecture and briskly strolled to my automobile.

"He doesn't listen to me ever," I heard my brother's ranting in irritation and I could only roll my eyes at that. He treated me like a baby if I'd say to bring me some stars and moon, he'd extraordinarily die to fulfil that wish of mine, he was that much fond of me. I could only scoff the way he treated me.

"Divyaant, at least have your breakfast, please," my feet stopped automatically on its own accord when I heard that female voice which belonged to none other than my peachy sister-in-law, Ambika, the third woman in my life after my mother and grandmother whom I valued and loved a lot.

Tracking back towards her, I stopped in front of her and flashed her a genuine smile, "I will have all my favourites in the night, Bhabhi just, wish me luck".

Setting my hair correctly like a mother, she intoned, "Thathastu, my blessings are always with you, Divyaant. Truth always wins over lies and falsehood as they're temporary but the truth is permanent, you'll win too and bring justice to the innocents, don't worry, here have this Mishti Doi (Sweet yoghurt)," and then she fed me the most popular catalyst of Indian houses for winning against anything, be it for the exams of children or the exam of truths and lies.