The huge garden of Oberoi mansion is decorated like a newly wed bride. At its center, stands an enormous stage upon which a large idol of Lord Ganesha is placed.
The whole garden is covered in white flowers and semitransparent curtains, long dazzling stone strings hanging in a row, the stage of Lord Ganesha is also covered with them. The whole ground is lit with neon pink fairy lights and halogen lights, artificial smoke covering partially the idol of Lord Ganesha, making the garden seem as if Eden has come down on earth.

Media personnel are on their toes today. Each and every leading news companies try to take a byte of this special occasion. The “Ganeshotsav” by Oberois is one of the greatest annual events in India. The Indians as well as the world of International business chains look for this event and its invitation. The celebration is one of the most heart throbbing event and no year of this event has passed without an unannounced drama.

The Oberois have a surprise in the folds their sleeves in this year too. The most attractive part of the 'Mahapuja' of 'Chaturthi' has been the sight of the three Oberoi brothers doing the 'Maha Aarti' together. This year they have announced that instead of the brothers, their children will do the Aarti. So, it is evident that media as well as the families of the business tycoons are waiting impatiently to meet the junior OBros. Two of them has become adult and most of the business tycoons are aiming at the hands of the eldest brother, as he is presumably the next Oberoi heir.

Pinky happily ties the turban on her grandson's head. She mutters in his ear, "My dear Ansh, today is your big day. Go and do the Aarti. You know, there is none to challenge your rights. Be a good boy and don't fall in the trap of brotherly love like your father!! Understand?"
Ansh nods maintaining a straight face.
Pinky turns to Jhanvi who has been looking at her in dismay and says,
"Tsk.. Tsk.. Tsk.. What a pity Jethaniji! You always tried to back my son off and now see, your Omkara has the youngest Oberoi to offer. Now Ansh will be the heir,  no one will ever be able to snatch the power from him.. I will make that sure."
Jhanvi turns her face away heaving a huge sigh. Pinky victoriously brushes past her. It is her day. She is the grandmother of the next heir of the Oberois, for God's sake!!

Media personnel point their cameras towards the pedestal of the stage when Tej Singh Oberoi announces that the time of Maha Aarti has arrived. The reporters as well as the viewers of the event which is streamed live wait with batted breath to see who is gonna take the honour of doing the Maha Aarti this year. As Pinky nudges Ansh and he stumbles towards the pedestal, Tej's voice statues everyone.
"This year, for the first time in the history of the Oberoi family, our eldest daughter will do the Maha Aarti", he finishes with finality in his voice.

While the media and the spectators along with the Oberoi family try to digest what Tej just said, a huge white limousine stops at the gate of the ground. A foot strapped in golden stilettos slides down from the car. Then slowly a young girl's form partly reveals clad in white and golden lahenga. When the car door is slammed close, the girl starts walking towards the Oberois and the blinding flashes of the cameras capture a regal beauty.

A heart shaped face with silvery gray eyes, prominent cheekbone, full pink lips and an unusually long and sculpted nose, two heavy jhumkas dangle at the face's sides from the ears. A finely detailed large choker clasps her long, slender neck. A pearly white lahenga and a similar dupatta at her right shoulder, both of them adorned by the fine golden threadwork accompanied by a golden choli, coveres her long frame. She is indeed a beauty with an unusual long height. Her chocolatey brown hair is braided in a very fine and complicated manner and a long chain of golden flowers and leaves adorns them. The long train of golden bangles  chime as she moves closer and excitedly waves her hands to Ansh and Aariyan.

She stops before Tej and looks amusedly at the rest of the family frozen in shock, mouth agape.
Pinky snaps in anger, "How could you do this Jethji?? You cannot just bring some random girl from street as the next Oberoi heir!! Ansh is the eldest and he will do the Aarti! Ansh, hurry my child, claim your honour!!"
Tej shouts back at her, "Don't you dare Pinky!! She is two months older than Ansh and that's why she will do the Aarti!" He gets busy in tying another turban around her finely braided hair.
Pinky doesn't let the chance go and shouts even louder, "Jethji!! We don't even know who the girl is, how is she related to us! How can you say that she is an Oberoi, that too the eldest???"
Tej glares at her deadly making her shut her mouth and gestures the girl to head towards the pedestal. As she moves forward, he announces,
"Ladies and gentlemen, here goes the girl who is going to do the Aarti from this year and onwards. Please put your hands together for Ms. Amayra Omkara Singh Oberoi!!!"
As soon as he finishes his announcement, Omkara's eyes dilates as saucers as his forehead creases in confusion, deepening the fine lines.

The three brothers wait holding their breaths as she holds the Aarti's Diya tightly. They close their eyes, not wanting to witness their legacy break.
But the cameras record as her beautifully sculpted face turns at her back, giving off a wide grin. Though she didn't look at someone particular, the boys, Ansh and Aariyan walk towards her grinning widely.
Hearing a huge round of applause, the brothers open their eyes to find a breathtaking scenery in front of their eyes.
There she stands in front of the idol, gripping the Diya doing Aarti and two hands joining hers. Ansh and Aariyan stand at her sides, their head held high, doing the Aarti together and the flames of the Diya giving their faces a divine glow.

The Aarti finishes and they turns hand in hand to face the media. Posing for the cameras together, they take the Aarti and climb down from the pedestal. She follows her brothers, but Tej yanks her back.
"What was that?? You were supposed to do the Aarti alone!!" He growls gritting his teeth.
"Oh come on Dadaji! The legacy has changed. This Aarti is now an excuse to show off the brother and sisterly bonds. I just kept on the legacy of our previous generation." She answered coolly.
Tej seemed intending to speak something more, but the media drill them with questions,
- "How come she has been an Oberoi without being noticed?"
- "Because I chose to hide her."
- "Is she an illegitimate child of Mr. Omkara Singh Oberoi?? Because, he got married almost a year after the assumed birth of this girl. Is she Mrs. Riddhima Singh Oberoi's daughter??"
- "No, absolutely not! She is only Omkara's child. After his breakup with Riddhima, he got into a live in relationship with a girl named Gauri."
At the mention if Gauri's name, that too by his father, Omkara flinches a little. On looking at Riddhima, he finds her smirking, that means she knows everything. He feels his brothers' questioning gazes at him and he nods at them, confused. And then he concentrates on the speech of Mr. Oberoi.
- "... The girl got pregnant accidentally and died while giving birth to Amayra. From then, I took up her charge and she has been a really good child since then. I hid this matter from the family as I didn't want to trouble Omkara's married life."
Omkara felt a strange heartache numbing him at the mention of Gauri's death. But he waited patiently observing the amount of lies that the media was being fed by his father.
- "So, Mr. Tej Singh Oberoi, how did you decide that Ms. Amayra should come back home now??"
- "She has been brought up away from home, in USA. Now, as she has completed her graduation from Harvard, I want her to take up a part of our business and start running it."
- "But, she is famous worldwide as the youngest millionaire artist, a renowned singer and a good child therapist, is she willing to join the business??"
Tej's expression hardenes at the question. But to his relief, Amayra answers,
-" Yes, on my Dadaji's request, I'm going to handle some part of the Oberoi Empire and continue until I get married."
- "Is it soon ma'am??"
- "No. I think my groom hasn't arrived yet. Now if you please excuse us, we would like to have some privacy with our family members."
Amayra pulls away from the reporters along with Tej. Both of them halts before a visibly fuming Pinky.
"You bastard!! I don't care, who you are, how famous you are, who brought you here, all that I know that we know nothing about you.. Not even your so called father!! So, it will be better if you get back to the dustbin you came from!!!" She shrills at top of her voice.
"Pinky..", Tej glares at her warning.
" Chhoti Dadi, Dadaji, calm down. Dadaji, she didn't mistook, I know I'm a bastard.." She feels Ansh and Aariyan holding her hands.
"I was never told until today, who my father is. And she rightly guessed, yes, when Dadaji's men found me, I was in a dustbin, crying for hours. Its truth and how much bitter it is, I have to accept it."
"But Jethji, how did you believe that she is your granddaughter? I mean, an woman like Gauri.." Pinky tries to reason, failing to accept her grandson's competitor, but stops midway eyeing Tej showing her his palm.
"I don't know how was Gauri as an woman and I never bothered too. But yes, I had to accept Amayra. Her DNA matched with Om. How could I let an Oberoi die starving?? That too an innocent child!!" Tej reasons.

Amayra knows, they will not stop bickering. So she just taps her brothers' shoulder and says,
"Guys, you know it all along. Let's not get bored here by standing. What if we get some milkshake and celebrate a little OSisBro moment watching a high voltage family drama??"
Three of them agreed in unison and headed outside to grab their glasses.

Later on that night, Jhanvi asks Tej,
- "Tej, how could you accept her? Don't tell me that her being the possible eldest child!"
- "No. It wasn't the reason."
- " Then??"
- " Have you ever noticed, that though Shivaye doesn't hold onto the whole shares of the Oberois, he manages OmRu's share too. And that's why may be our sons never disrespect him or claim their shares. Though they are the epitomes of brotherly love to the world, they obey Shivaye for what he does for them. So, I decided to play the same card for these three. Amayra, being the eldest will run the business like Shivaye, and Ansh and Aariyan will obey her. So even if she doesn't own their shares, she will be the next face of Oberois, after Shivaye. Now stop thinking much. I'm doing everything now for my grandkids."

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

It has been two weeks since Ganeshotsav. Amayra has successfully run the errands of business at her part and is quite happy with her brothers. They always knew each other, long before when they were little kids. Their Dadaji/ Bade Dada used to take them to vacations together. Each year, Amayra used to send rakhi for them. She sent rakhis for her half brother, Riddhi too.. But he never replied to her. Even when she is trying to gel with him, he remains distant and his mother, Riddhima avoid her as a plagued person. The dine times are the most awkward ones. When she is with her brothers, they make her feel at ease and she can drop her comments in the conversations. But when she sits alone, specially during breakfast, she has to sit with her Dadaji, Papa and Uncles and they all finish their breakfast in silence, glancing at each other awkwardly. But, they have now started having their mandatory OSisBro moments after dinner. They chat randomly sipping their chocolate milkshake dipping their legs in the pool, sometimes they just enjoy the comfortable silence admiring the night's beauty.

As the third week sets in, Sahil came back from his trip to Amsterdam, meeting his diamond suppliers for the jeweleries that he designs. He has now become a famous jewelry designer owning a company of his own.
He declares, he has finally decided that, he will now marry his childhood sweetheart, Anjali. Anjali's parents also agree for the marriage.
Oberois start preparation for a grand marriage of their dear Sahil under the supervision of his elder sister, Annika.
No doubt, Amayra has been on the cloud nine since Saahil has arrived. She loved his company since childhood. He has always been an emotional support to her, her only friend in this world apart from her brothers.
Though she knows her ten years older friend reached thirty one to settle down in business, she has been happy that he didn't take any sort of help from his brother in-law Shivaye. He is a self made billionaire now, just like her Papa, who seems to keep her presence unnoticed strategically. She brushes off his thoughts, as she knows, other than her brothers and Dada - Dadi, none gonna be on her side.

Slowly the rituals start. Amayra enjoys each and every ritual as she is witnessing the very first Indian wedding of her life. Her proximity to Sahil bugs everyone, but nobody dares to put an finger upon her bubbly and chirpy character. She  has both her father's and mother's talents, most of her father's likings match with hers, but she has the heart and eyes of her mother. That's what her Dadi says her often. It seems that this old lady used to like her mother very much.

As the engagement day arrives, she is suddenly informed that a group of children, will come to India for therapy. All of them are cancer patients. They need a happy trip as doctors have gave up hope for them to recover, and they have less than a month for themselves. She knew the kids beforehand as she had conducted some therapy sessions for them when they were being treated in Australia.

There is a hustle bustle if you enter the hall of Oberoi Mansion. It is the sangeet of famous jewelry designer Sahil. Many news channels and business magnets are there to light up the ceremony more. Amayra has been running here and there in her messy hair, baggy t shirt and shorts to ensure everything's going well. Sahil comes forward clad in baby pink and silver sherwani.
- "Amayra, relax. You have barely the time just to breathe!"
- "Shut up Sahil! This is your engagement yaar!! How am I not supposed to run around??"
Sahil chuckles and pulls her in his embrace. Anjali, who never liked their proximity since childhood, scrunched her nose, stiffening at the sight. She thought to give Amayra an earfull to remind her of her limits.

Sahli and Amayra were busy in whisper talks still hugging each other, guests glancing at them weirdly along with the Oberois. Nobody knew of their friendship other than her brothers, and everybody suspected the obvious. An audible scoff halts their talk. They turn around to meet a team of seven children with bald heads. Six of them grinned widely at Amayra, while one boy glared and tried to push Sahil away from her, snapping,
-"How dare you hug my girlfriend?? "
-"Girlfriend??" Sahil was surprised.
Amayra laughs out loud. Holding her ears she said,
-"Sorry darling, don't get jealous of my best friend!! Please.."
The boy softens a bit and forwards his hand to Sahil for a shake. While they shake hands, he introduces himself,
-"Hi! I'm Alex."
-"Hello Alex. Sahil's here."
-" Since you are angel's best friend, I will take you to be my friend. Now please excuse us."
He holds Amayra's hand possessively and steps away. He asks her,
- "How are you angel??"
She squats down at his head level and answers,
-"I'm fine darling. How was your flight?? All well??"
-" Yeah, just a bit uncomfortable. My parents are absent."
He leans forward and kisses her cheeks. She does the same. Just then other children run towards her and throw their hands around her.
-"Angel, angel, are you fine??"
-"Yes! Never was  better than this!"
- "Because my girlfriend enjoys my company."
- "Angel, is there any party to be held here??"
- "Yeah, its my best friend's engagement."
-" Then why haven't you dressed up yet??"
- "I will now."
- "Hurry up and I want my girlfriend to look the best for tonight."
Amayra nods vigorously and runs upstairs to  get ready.
The children are showed their seats and the guests chuckles at her little, possessive boyfriend.

Soft romantic songs were playing and occasional snaps of cameras were heard along with the buzzing of the guests. But all the sounds stopped as a clicking sound appears at the upper part of the staircase. There stands Amayra, beautiful as ever, her hair rolled in a bun, decorated with silver leaves, a long ball gown matching the theme of pink and silver. A set of diamond and platinum necklace and earrings enhancing her beauty and her gray orbs shining in matching colours, adding some extra glow to her face. Alex walks up to the lower end of the staircase and offers his hand like a gentleman. She takes it and  enters the floor smiling widely. Her brothers hug her tight admiring her beauty and they pose for the cameras of the reporters. A widely grinning Sahil follows them who kisses her cheeks. Finally, Alex and Amayra pair up for a dance as the other kids watch them.

The rings were being exchanged, cameras flashing blindingly, everyone's attention to the pair, applauding them, when a side of Amayra's gown feels being tugged with much force. She turns to see Alex fainting and falling to the ground as she quickly embraces him. Cradling his head in her lap, she calls for the medical assistance provided for them. In no time, they arrive and hurry towards the hospital. Amayra sends the other kids to hotel and runs out to join Alex.

After a long waiting, he gains consciousness and holds her hands.
-"Angel, I'm going to die, right?"
- "No darling. You are going to meet another angels."
-"But I wanted to live long and marry you."
- "You will darling. When I will come to meet you there. And what if you find a more beautiful angel there??"
-" No!! I will marry only you!!"
-"Shhhhh darling.. You will marry only me. Now.. Don't stress yourself. "
-"I want to hear a song, sing for me."
-" Oceans apart, day after day,
And I slowly go insane..."
Suddenly he struggles to breathe. Doctors rush in. His pulse rate drops erratically as it finally comes to a halt. Amayra has been singing since Alex had requested her. The loud screeching sound of his death stops her abruptly. Nodding at the doctors, she runs out of the hospital trying desperately to stop her tears to face the other six children.

As she arrives at Oberoi Mansion, she is greeted by a fuming Anjali who stabs her with her loathing words. Lashing her with hatred and menace to her heart's content, she leaves behind a numb Amayra.

Amayra grabs two bottles of vintage scotch from the bar and sits beside the pool drinking them. Suddenly her head start throbbing and the pleading face of Alex, worried faces of other children, cries of children who died during the therapies like Alex, Anjali's hateful words start spinning inside her head. She cries out, pulls her hair in frustration unable to stop the torture on her mind. She knew, it is another attack of depression and she quickly gulps down a fistful of the tranquilizer prescribed by her psychiatrist along with the raw scotch. Throwing off the empty bottles, she embraces the marble sides of the pool and cry her heart out.
She tries to stand up on her feet successfully, but due to the effect of the heavy dose of tranquilizer and two bottles of raw scotch, she stumbles.

Ansh was sleeping peacefully hugging Aariyan in Aariyan's room. Suddenly a loud sound of splashing water wakes him up as well as Aariyan. They exchange looks and run out. Aariyan reaches first to the pull and a spine chilling scream leaves his throat waking the whole household up.
-"Bhaaiyaaa..."
The Oberois along with Ansh reach by the poolside to witness a numb Aariyan pointing at something in the water.
-"Di..."
That was all he could utter. Following his finger they slowly came across the silver stilettos, a broken vial of capsules, two broken bottles of scotch, and finally,
Amayra. Her ball gown clinging to her perfect sculpt figure, hands stretched at her sides as if she is flying in the water.. Her long hair scattered submerged in the water, only her wet face out of the water... Her posture reminds the poets of the death of Ofelia in Hamlet. But, the Oberois dreadfully remembered the day when Shivaye and Rudra found Omkara submerged posing exactly the same, submerged in water. Out of the blue, Sahil shrieked and jumped in water to pick her up when the two brothers cried out aloud.

-"Shhh.. She is gaining consciousness."
-"Wh.. Where am I?"
-" Hey, Di, you're okay!!"
-"Slow down Aariyan!!"
-"Bhaiyaa!!"
- "Aariyan, be a good boy and let the doctor do his work."
She heard these the moment she became conscious. The sharp light in her room, causing her go blind, she recognized the faces of her brothers and Sahil.
-"Leave, Sahil. I don't want any drama."
-" How can I leave you in this condition?? "
- " Don't be a jerk! Just leave, please"
-"Come Sahil, you did enough."
-"Shut up Anjali. I'll not leave her now. If you need a sleep, you may go."
Anjali leaves stomping her foot in anger. Her parents follow her worriedly.
-"Doctor, I have these drugs prescribed for my depression and I had an attack tonight. In hurry, I took an overdose. Its alright. It happens often with me."
- "You are quite wise in using these drugs, Ms. Oberoi. I'll suggest you to be careful from next time."
-" I will doctor. Thank you for coming. Ansh.."
Ansh leads the doctor out. Coming back he starts scolding Amayra, who has now climbed at the base of the window after the other Oberois left, enjoying the warmth of the rising Sun.
-"Have you lost it Amayra!! Who takes an overdose of drugs and who told to get drunk beside the pool?? I know, that boy died last night, but what if you also... In that pool?? You scared the heart out of my ribcage!!"
-"Calm down Ansh!! I'm still alive. Hell isn't prepared for me yet!"
-" This is not a joke Di."
- "Guys, I want to die. But I can't. I'll not. Have you ever known how many times I have escaped death?? When I was born and six hours old, a rogue named Kali Thakur killed my mom and throwed me in a dustbin. By the time when Dadaji's men found me, I would have been tore off limb by limb by a stray dog?? But I lived. When that nasty woman, Svetlana, tried to poison me, I got saved miraculously. Millions of foetus die before they are born. I may had suffered the same fate. But no, I lived."
-"No, Amayra. Don't blame yourself. It was never your fault."
-" Yeah Di..."
-"So sweet of guys. You and Sahil are the ones who never judged me by my birth. But the world think me as a stain. I myself think so. Getting myself born was a mistake in itself. Mom died while saving me, Papa's family is slowly breaking because of my presence. I'm a living disgrace to the Oberoi surname. This is why I punish myself from time to time to remind me my place here.. At everyone's hatred.
How shameless I am!! I dare dreaming of living happily with Papa, Riddhima aunty and Riddhi. A small circle to call as MY FAMILY. I dare to become Papa's princess in my dreams. I am a despicable girl. I'm greedy, endlessly, shamelessly hungry for love and acceptance..."
-"Stop it Amayra!!"
-"Just stop it Di!!"
Three OSisBros shared a hug. Amayra gave off a wide smile wiping her tears.

~•~•~ Three Years Later ~•~•~

Sahil is seen accompanying a blushing Anjali to Amayra as she bends down to caress Anjali's baby bump and whispers,
-"Hurry up champ. Aunty cannot wait for more."
She receives a kick in response and Anjali squirms a little.
Aariyan hugs Anjali from behind. Putting his ear at her swelled abdomen, he whispers,
-"Aariyan Bhaiya graduated with a first class!! Come out soonish to congratulate your favourite bhaiya!!"
Ansh smacks his head.
-"Let us congratulate you at first."
They engulfed themselves in a bear hug.

After a few days, Tej summoned Amayra at evening in his study.
-"Did you call me, Dadaji??"
-" Yes. We are here to discuss the future of the properties that you own."
-"Isn't that too early?"
-" Oberois like to keep everything planned beforehand."
- "Okay... So??"
- "Sit here and sign these papers. This are the papers of the shares that you hold. OmRu's share. If anything happens to you, the whole share will be transferred to Aariyan, as he is the son of your father's own brother. And, for the wealth you earned selling your artworks, all will be given away to charitable trusts. Are you okay with the settlements??"
-"Sounds fine, Dadaji."
-"Then sign them."
Amayra signs the documents. Tej hands her a car key.
-"A car key??"
- "It is not an ordinary key. This is the key to your eternal escape."
-" You're kidding, right??"
-"I'm very serious Amayra. What do you think? I will let your stained blood flourish?? You're wrong. I just did this to secure Aariyan's future. Now he will replace you in Oberoi Empire. Just like you replaced Shivaye. Now I will be the grandfather of the next face of Oberoi Empire, Aariyan Rudra Singh Oberoi. What are you waiting for?? See, you have been a threat to us, our reputation, since you were born. You yourself witnessed how I had to hide your parent's fake marriage act and strike up a story of live in relationship?? I took all these risks to give Aariyan the place and honour I wanted to give your father. But he ruined it trapped in Shivaye's brotherly love. So this time I used this brotherly love to secure Aariyan's place in business. He will never know how he caused his dear Di's death. I don't even want to mix your filthy earnings in Oberoi's wealth. So instead of ruining them, I am generous enough to give them away for orphan bastards like you. Now hurry up. The car break is disabled. Drive the car to Mahabaleshwar, and I've arranged a truck to push you lightly so that you and the car roll down hills. And yeah, to confirm that it would be your dead body, wear something that belongs exclusively to you. Do you get that?? And yes, don't try any trick to escape.. I will send my hitmen to push you down the hills. Get out!!"
Amayra feels the ground beneath her feet slip. She turns on her hills and marches towards Aariyan's room. She wanted to hug them, but decided against it. She waves at their sleeping forms from the other side of the door, kissing her sleeping Dadi, she hurried down the staircase, but her feet glues to the floor.

Tiptoeing towards her fathers room, she peeps in. Riddhi and Riddhima aunty, both are not here. That means coast clear. She hesitantly walks up to him. He looks up at her from the book he was engrossed in. Before he could ask her anything, she hugged him as tight as she could as soon as he stood up. For she knows, this would be the first and last hug given to her father by her.
-"I.. I.. I love you Papa!!"
She staggers off him discreetly. Wiping off her tears she runs away muttering loud enough for him to hear,
-"Please, take a bath and wash off the Kurta. I'm sorry, I didn't want to stain you or your clothes.."
Her voice fades as she runs further. Omkara stands frozen to decipher what just happened.

Hopping in the car, Amayra drives recklessly. Soon she enters the dangerous hilly slopes and turns. Suddenly a truck creeps in the scene and pushes Amayra's car lightly without any warning. She loses her control over the steering and car flips around at the air to land at the ground before rolling towards the end of the cliff.

Everything suddenly starts to move in a slow motion before her eyes the moment the car flips and fall from the cliff. The airbags coming out, her bones breaking every time the car bounces up and hits the ground hard, Glass shreds cutting through her flesh. The car finally stopped rollind as it landed upside down. She felt immense pain shooting through every nerve of her body and finally everything before her eyes got engulfed in darkness.

The Oberois gathered at the hall due to the calls of Khanna. The police has arrived. Everybody exchange questioned looks and finally the police speak up,
- "We found a car crashed at the end of  a steeply shaft near Mahabaleshwar. An woman aging around twenty four and twenty five was the victim. Though her body has been brutally crashed we could find out a scrap of her dress and this bracelet. Mr. Khanna suspects them belonging to Ms. Amayra Singh Oberoi, do you claim the same??"
He puts forward two packets of evidences. One of them contains a scrap of a cloth, sky blue flowers printed on it. The other one is a bloodstained dreamcatcher bracelet. Ansh claws the bracelet tightly and glancing at it for a second, he breaks down in tears,
-" I.. This.. I gifted this to Amayra.. Her eighteenth birthday.. Limited edition.. "
He chokes.
The officer pats his shoulder as Aariyan holds him, he too broken. The officer leaves and Tej follows him for further procedures.

-" Here you go. Make sure none doubts this as a planned murder. It is an accident. Keep this money. I will give you more. Each and every constable will be given a fortune. But remember, Amayra Singh Oberoi died.."
-" Of.. Of.. An accident!! I get it! Crystal clear!"
-" Good. Now leave. Send the corpse tomorrow morning. Tell the forensic guys to make the report as I said it. Okay??"
-" Yes! Yes Sir!!"
The police officer leaves in a hurry leaving a frowning Tej behind.

Omkara enters his room lifeless.  Closing the door he picks up the kurta he was wearing when she hugged him. His child. His daughter. She knew she was going to die. Damn! He could do nothing to save her. Just like he stood rooted twenty five years back when the lady constables dragged Gauri out of the mansion. Her  pleading, teary eyes again surfaced his vision, Amayra's last words started echoing in his mind..
"I.. I.. I love you Papa... Please take a bath and wash off the clothes... Sorry I didn't want to stain you or your clothes... I.. I.. I love you Papa... I.. I.. I love you.."
He falls on the ground with a loud thud, hugging the Kurta that had the last traces of his daughter. His daughter! He sobbed inhaling in her scent deeply,
-" I love you too my princess! Papa loves you so much!! Papa will miss you Amayra, Papa will miss you."

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