Chapter 1
Years went and another generation was created in the family of Agnivirya. We remember in their past life (in the villain lover) Mr. Pratap was arrested and Vyom committed sucide assuming Nividita was passed away. And four years later, she told us that she had forgiven Vyom and happily living her life. The story was ended on Aditya and Kritika’s wedding ceremony.
Now 25 years passed since that story happened. “Happy Diwali dadima!” said Kukki. Dadima means grandma! Kukki is a beautiful 25 years old girl. She is a daughter of ACP Neil Khuran and ex-inspector Prerna Khurana. “Have a blessed Diwali my dear!” said Mrs. Shewta. “Mom, happy Diwali!” said prerna. She had a little change. She got older. “Happy Diwali my daughter!” Shweta answered. Prerna looked to her husband’s photo. It was decorated by flowers. She went to the photo. “Neil, I wish you could celebrate today’s Diwali with us.” she cried. Her daughter came. “Mom, why do you say that. God wants that to happen that night. Do you think you make him happy by doing this? Stop it mom. So stop crying.” she wiped her mom’s tears.
13 years back! It was Prerna and Neil’s 7th anniversary. They were celebrating the day with their family. But Neil got a call from a station. Prerna begged him not to go. But he did. One hour later Prerna received a devastating call from the police station. She couldn’t control it. “Neil is shot while chasing the robbers.” the caller said. She ran to the station but she was there only to see her husband’s dead body. Neil passe away like this 13 years ago. After that life was hard for Prerna. She couldn’t be like before. She wore white sari and cried for years. But after accepting the fact that he was dead, she decided to look after their daughter, Kukki.
“Go and get ready. We celebrate today’s Diwali in your aunt’s house. In Nivi’s house. So go my dear!” said Prerna. Kukki was not that much happy. “What is the point. My bro is not there!” Shweta smiled. “My dear, don’t be like that. He will come soon. Now go, go and get ready.” Kukki left. “Mom, has Kritika called yet?” prerna asked. “No, but I am sure, she will call. Go and get ready. I will see whether the sweets are ready or not.”
After her brother’s sudden death, Kritika went and made her residence in Dubai, with her husband, Aditiya Basu and her son Vikram Basu. She quit her acting and was in business.
Agnivrya Mansion. That mysterious mansion, which had consumed a lot people. It is not like before. There were many changes in the house and in the family also. Despite all, Agniviryas is still Agnivryas! People living in the mansion currently are only 4 people. Parveen Agnivirya, Arti Agnivrya, Avni Agnivrya, Payal (Avni and Vidyut’s daughter.) “Hurry up! We have gusts to night. Make the arrangements fast.” Mrs. Parveen said. Tonight’s Diwali is in their house. “You are organizing the program as if your sinner son is coming!” Arti said to Parveen. “Arti, why are you doing this? What do you like hurting me all the time? I am not your enemy, ain’t I? I am not lucky. I have lost both my husband and my son on same day, 29 years ago! Why do you hurt me by reminding me that always? I am begging you, Arti. At least today shut your mouth. Today is Diwali and we have invited gusts. The Khurana’s will be here tonight. So please, stop this!” Parveen left.
The other said of Kolkata, meet the naughty and manly girl. Meera Bedi. She is free and had no care for anything. She plays football for a well-known club in the country, Hyderabad football club. She is a big fun of Christano Ronaldo. And in club level, she is a crazy lover of Manchester City. “Woohoo! Did you see the goal last night. This is Kun Awgero! I am sorry my friend, you shouldn’t have trusted Pogba!” She laughed loudly. This time one of the boys got annoyed and left the crew. All her friends were boys. She had no girl friend. Her behavior, the way she talked, the way she eats, the way she lives all was like boys. She had no female characters. She had no natural or hormonal problem. It was all about her behavior.
Meera has no parents. Her aunt is the one who raised her. Vidy! That is her aunt. She loves her like her own daughter. Vidy had no daughter so, she took her like her daughter. “Hello, Mr. Desay?” Vidy said. There was a lot of happiness in her face. But the smile on her face got vanished immediately. “What? Did you cancel the alliance? But sir...!” the caller hung up on her. She shouted. “Wa...! She will kill me. I am anxious about her future. But she is playing football.” her neighbours tried to restrain her. “Dont worry. Take it easy!”
Vidy couldn’t take the matter easy! “How? How Kamla? This is the seventh alliance which is canceled because of her manliness. Today is Diwali. Other blessed daughters are helping their moms. But what about mine? She is playing football with boys. She has completely forgotten the fact that she is a girl. Kamla, please, give me an advice.” Now Vidy was calmed. “When my sister passed away, she gave me all Meera’s responsibility. But look, I couldn’t even fix her alliance with a respected family. seven times! I am tired, Kamla. I tried a lot, but I can’t.” It seems Vidy had given up on her niece. Seeing her condition Kamla proposed an idea. “Why don’t you sent her to a girls’ hostile. I heard that this hostile is very helpful for girls like Meera. Trust me. If Meera get in the hostile, she will definitely be changed. So it is a good opportunity to her.” So Vidy decided to go and visit the hostile.
Kolkata International Airport. The aura which came out from him kills the girls around him. His hair got a little messy. The first three buttons of his shirt were opened and exposed his bare chest somehow. His charm kills everyone in the airport. He was departed from New York. “Sir,” one of the assistant said. “What are you doing here? Today is Diwali, isn’t it? Who do you want to help your wife at home? Go, give me the keys. I will drive.” The guy’s the appearance was so amazing. He took every girl’s attention the moment he arrived to the airport. He got into the car and started the engine.
Her boy friends made Meera busy by phone. “What is your problem?... I said I am coming!... Bull shit! ...I don’t care. What?... The coach? .... Tell him that I will be there on time...” She didn’t see the car coming directly towards her. The driver applied break just on time and stopped the car. Meera shouted at him. “Hey! Can’t you see? You were almost hit me.” He saw her from the car and went out. She was shouting but he wasn’t listening. He was stacked.
