Unveiled Roots of a Hidden Bigshot
Soon, the Sharma family and Ahuja family reappeared in front of everyone at the party. Despite the earlier commotion caused by Anuja beating Vikrant, many guests remained, eager to know the details of the incident.
Mr. Sharma cleared his throat and began by extending an apology to everyone present. With a heavy and sombre tone, he continued, “Dear guests, you all know Tanuja, my second daughter. Despite being raised in the Sharma family and our efforts to provide her with a proper upbringing, she never truly assimilated into our ways.”
“Her bold and troublesome personality, coupled with a questionable reputation, has consistently been a source of concern for us as a family. We’ve always tried to manage and smooth over the challenges she presented. But little did we anticipate that our efforts to protect her would lead to such unruly behaviour, culminating in the events of today.”
Mr. Sharma’s voice transitioned from sadness to a touch of self-mockery, as if grappling with something within.
The room sighed collectively. Everyone had heard about Anuja—her audacity, her penchant for bullying classmates, servants, and various others. There were stories of her engaging in fights with hooligans from a very young age. Today, the guests had witnessed her physically assaulting Vikrant, the birthday boy, to the point where his face and body were swollen.
Perplexity was evident in their expressions. How could a girl from an affluent family behave like a hooligan? She lacked the grace, the reputation, and simply did not fit the mould of their talented and skilled daughters.
“The Sharma family really is pitiful; while their eldest son and the third both are suffering from a congenital disease, their second daughter has become like this. God is truly unfair to them,” someone from the guests whispered. Though his voice was not loud, almost everyone present heard it.
Mr. Sharma sighed and said, “Yes, I also think that I am very pitiful.”
He then proceeded to share a profound revelation about Anuja’s origin. It turned out that Anuja was not his biological daughter. Eighteen years ago, on a rainy night, someone had left Anuja, a newborn baby, in a basket at their doorstep. Mrs. Sharma, moved by compassion, decided to raise the child as her own.
That very night, Mrs. Sharma had also given premature birth to Tanuja. To conceal the circumstances, they decided to announce the births as that of twins. Being in a village and for various reasons, Mrs. Sharma had given birth at home, and this secret was well hidden. No one else knew the truth except for them.
After sharing this touching story, Mr. Sharma sighed once again and continued, his words carrying the weight of a hidden truth.
“Actually, I had never thought of revealing this truth. I always treated her as my biological daughter, but today’s events woke me up. No matter what, Anuja is my daughter, and I couldn’t let her run wild. Today, I understand that because of the protection I gave her all these years and helped her clean up the mess, she ruined her future.”
At this moment, Mr. Sharma’s voice was filled with great heartache. Mrs. Sharma, who stood beside him, shed a few tears and gently held Mr. Sharma’s hands. The couple looked truly pitiful. Tanuja, standing nearby, wept openly, as if she had suffered a great blow.
But the main protagonist, Anuja, remained unperturbed. She stood in silence, hearing the chatter of the guests and witnessing the drama unfolding within her family. She remained calm and confident as if she were not the person being discussed by these people. The contrast between her demeanour and the emotional turmoil around her was striking.
Mr. Sharma sighed and continued, “Actually, today I understand that if I had not helped her clean the mess, she would not have become like this.”
He went on with his story, revealing that Anuja was secretly in love with Vikrant. On his birthday, she had proposed to him, but when Vikrant rejected her, she became valiant and threatened him. After Vikrant sternly denied her advances, she resorted to physically assaulting him. Mr. Sharma expressed his deep dissatisfaction with Anuja’s behaviour, leading him to the decision to allow Vikrant and his family to handle the consequences.
He feared that if he intervened to clean up Anuja’s mess and sought forgiveness from the Ahuja family, it might embolden her further, potentially leading to more serious consequences. The complexities of the situation unveiled a heartbreaking reality that Mr. Sharma grappled with, torn between his responsibilities as a father and the consequences of past decisions.
Then he turned to Anuja and said in a heavy tone, “Anuja, I know that you must be resenting us, but believe me, you will always be my daughter. I will always treat you like before. It’s just… it’s just I don’t want you to go astray, so…”
Anuja raised her eyebrow and smiled. Her smile was full of contempt and mockery. Remembering everything from her childhood until now, she could see through the façade. Unhurriedly, she interrupted Mr. Sharma’s drama and asked mockingly, “Are you sure you’re doing this for my good and not to ruin my future?”
What will Anuja do next? How will Vikrant and his family deal with Anuja? And how will Anuja prove her innocence amid this complicated situation? The unfolding events promise twists and turns in this dramatic tale.
