Dhruv's POV

We all entered the hall where Dadu called us. A projector was being assembled in the hall.

"Look what I found. Let me play it; you will love it." Dadu said.

"What is in this CD, dadu?" Karan asked him.

"It has videos from the time Sachi was born. It is recorded by my stupid son-in-law," Dadu said.

"Nanu, still you are calling my dad like that. Don't you feel you are too mean towards your son-in-law?" Sachi said, giving an unbelievable look.

"He was stupid. I don't understand how my daughter fell in love with him, maybe because of his looks and sugar-coated words. Huh." He said that and made faces. He is still angry because he believes that Uncle trapped Aunty, but he doesn't know that in reality, it was the other way around.

"Dadu, you are unbelievable. Still getting jealous of your son-in-law." I said, and all four of us broke into fits of laughter.

"Let's play the video; come on." Dadu said.

The video started. It showed a hospital scene. Bua was lying on the bed, and my parents had surrounded her. A nurse entered with baby Sachi in her hand. My sister looks so adorable. Uncle took Sachi from the nurse. He gently took her and was just admiring her with pure love.

"You are the biggest blessing of my life." He said that and kissed the baby.

"Thank you for making me a father and giving me a chance to experience this feeling." He said that and kissed Bua on her forehead.

"What are you both going to name her?" a lady asked.

"Sachi." Both said it at the same time. Look at my baby sister. She is looking so cute.

A video started where Dad was chasing eight-year-old me. My goodness, this is one of my favorite memories. I didn't know it was recorded. I would have watched it again and again.

Dad was chasing me, and I was just laughing and running around. He caught me and started hitting me lightly.

"Dad. Mom loves me more than you, and no matter what you do, it will always be me who will be her favorite. Even Karan and Kabir can't take my place. Mom, look at your husband; he is beating me." Eight-year-old me said this to Mom and showed his tongue to Dad, teasing him. Mom was smiling at us fondly.

"You ungrateful brat. Who told you this nonsense? Your mom loves me the most. I am her favorite and always will be." Dad said, frowning.

"Mom, tell him that you love me the most." Eight-year-old me said this to Mom and hugged her.

"Obviously, I love you the most. You are my favorite human." Mom was teasing Dad, and he was pouting. Dad and Mom had an arranged marriage, but they behaved like they were in love with each other for an eternity. Maybe because of them, I am not so skeptical about the arranged marriage concept. Karan and Kabir were looking at the screen with amusement.

"Dad looks like a fool. But mom looks so beautiful, anyone would behave like a fool." Kabir gave his unwanted opinion.

There were many videos of our childhood, where we were playing and teasing each other, and our moments with our parents. I miss them so much. I, being the first child in the family, was pampered by everyone enormously. But after they left, no one was there to pamper me; on the contrary, I had to be a parent figure in my sibling's life.

After reliving my time with them, I long for them so much. I miss the way mom used to pamper me by cooking my favorite food. All four of us used to get scolded all the time by our parents because of our mischief.

In the next scene, Dad and we three—me, Karan, and Kabir—are trying to cook something in the kitchen for Mom. The whole kitchen was a mess.

"Dad, this is not how it is supposed to be done. You are adding something that shouldn't be added." twelve-year-old me said.

"Don't teach me, and let me cook it." Dad said.

"Mom is going to kill us if she finds her kitchen like this." Eight-year-old Karan whispered to twelve-year-old me.

"I know, but look at those two; today mom is going to kill us because we ruined her kitchen." twelve-year-old me said and looked at Kabir and Dad, who were just adding random ingredients to the dish.

"They are planning to surprise Mom, but she is going to be shocked for her life if she tastes that stuff." eight-year-old Karan said, and I nodded my head.

"Dhruv, Karan, come and taste it." Dad said, and we both looked like somebody had snatched our souls.

"Hey, you also leave the camera and come to taste it." Dad said to Uncle. Uncle's reaction was not recorded, but I am pretty sure he is horrified right now.

An emotional and adorable scene came up where 6-year-old Sachi was sitting on her father's lap and listening to a fairy tale story.

"Papa. When will I get a prince who will protect me and fight for me?"

"In the future, you will get a prince charming when you are big enough." Uncle said.

"But what if my prince doesn't want to be with me? Then who will protect me?" She asked in a childish tone.

"So, you are already a princess. You don't need a prince to protect yourself." Uncle said.

"But Papa I am so small. How will I be able to protect myself?" she asked.

"I am going to be with you always and protect you." Uncle said.

"Promise." she said.

"Pakka promise." Uncle said.

I looked worriedly at Sachi, as I knew how much she was attached to them. She was staring at the screen with a blank look. She looked disturbed and angry for some reason.

She just excused herself and rushed upstairs. I followed her. Sachi was sitting on the window seat, had curled herself, and was crying and sobbing badly. What happened to my baby sister? Why is she crying so miserably?

"Papa, why didn't you fulfill your promise? Why did you leave me here? Why didn't you take me with you? Why didn't I die that day? I wish I had died with you." She said this while hugging a photo frame. My sister is not someone who will even dare to think about ending her life. What happened to her to be in so much pain? I saw Aarav trying to go into the room, but I stopped him and went in. I stood still in front of her.

'Dhruv, did you fail to protect her?' Only these words were echoing in my mind.

"Princess, what happened? Why are you crying? You used to say that our parents would never like seeing us cry, so why are you crying, doll?" I said it with great difficulty.

She looked at me, hugged him tightly, and started crying hysterically.

"Why are you crying? Won't you tell me?" I said this and patted her head. Why do I have a bad feeling that the reason behind her pain is related to our parents planned accident? I know that it was a planned accident, but I don't know who was the culprit.

"Bhai. They killed......" She said it in between her sobs. Does she get to know about our parents murderer? How did she get to know? 

"Doll, what are you saying? Who killed whom?" I asked her. I hope it's not about our parents. I don't want any of my siblings to know about it. It is too hurtful to know that somebody ruined your childhood and separated you from your parents.

"Bhai, all these years we were thinking it was an accident, but it was not an accident. Bhai It was planned. They planned....." She said it with great difficulty.

"You know who did it?" I asked her impatiently. Whoever was behind the accident will not be spared. I will make your life a living hell.

"Yes, bhai. Even after Dadu had disowned Papa, he still named major property in Papa's name. Chachu and Chachi did all this for that property. They planned to kill Mom, Dad, and me so Dadu's entire property would be in their name. Bhai. Our parents got killed just for that property." She said that and again started crying badly. I felt my entire body filled with anger. I clenched my fist to control my anger. I can't vent my anger here, as I need to calm her first.

"From what I heard from Dadu and Dadi, I got to know that Papa loved Chachu so much. Why did he do that with him? If he had asked for the property, Papa would have given it to him. What was the need to do something so drastic?" She said. Those greedy bastards.

"I told you not to go with them. I told you they don't love or even care about you, but you didn't listen to me. They are just greedy for money. Bloody selfish people." I said, and my hands were trembling. My insides were burning with a desire for revenge. 

"You said they wanted to kill you also, so why did they not try to kill you when they got to know that you were alive?" I asked, and there was a silent pause.

"Oh!" I realized why they didn't harm her. What the hell! Even Sachi didn't know about it. How did they get to know about it?

"They didn't kill you because of your mom's will. Am I right?" I asked, but she didn't utter a word. She simply nodded. I will kill them with my bare hands and feed them to vultures.

"This was the reason for all that wedding drama taking place. All that was a fucking lie." I said it in rage. My sister went through so much because of their greed.

"Yes. There was nothing like that; the guy was selected by my dad. They just wanted me to get married because of that clause, which mom added to the will. It was all a lie. I should have heard your advice and not trusted them. I am so stupid and dumb. I am sorry, Bhai." She said. I broke the hug and wiped her tears. I can't even blame her because she was holding on to that last piece that could connect her with her parents by fulfilling their wishes.

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