With the weird note in her hand, the one which was discovered in the book the priest had been reciting, riddhima walked down the stairs in a daze....

Who could have placed this in the first place???

Moreover....was whatever scribbled upon it the truth???

Could it be possible that her parents didn't abandon her instead some unfortunate circumstances landed her at the door step of the orphanage

The thought itself brought tears in her eyes....

She had always blamed them for being selfish.....even cursed herself for being the unfortunate one to have such parents that chose their freedom over her.....

The memories of others kids playing with their parents as she stood at the rare corner of the park all alone, with unshed tears in her eyes, was still fresh in her memories.......

The wounds of all the instances when the world tagged her unwanted, a mistake or worse, a sin, were still fresh and bleeding

But not anymore.....

If there was even a one percent chance that she wasn't unwanted by her parents....then she would get to the bottom of it....NO MATTER WHAT.....

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With his head resting against the headboard, vansh rai singhania shed silent tears as the vivid memories of a little girl, with the heart shaped om locket shining brightly in her neck, ran across the park, chased by a boy somewhat five years older than her, all happy and content........

"Catch me anshhhh....."

She giggled....teasing him in failing to catch her for the nth time.....

Oh if only she knew...that he was doing it just for the  cute little smile.....

And before he could know it...she was being dragged away from him by a bulky women who seemed to the owner of the orphanage she lived in....

He cried, begged , even scratched at the tormentor separating them......but what could a eight year old possibly do.......one shove from her...and he was on the ground....bleeding......

And just like that she was gone.....gone with the wind....with no sign other than the half om that was left in his tiny palms......

"RIDDHIMAAAA......"

Vansh screamed, jerking out of the memories, his forehead beaded with sweat as tears trickled down his cheeks.......

Placing a hand over his heart, he tried...tried assuring himself that his riddhi was with him today.....

The same cruel destiny that had separated them once, had brought them back together

His lord knows....he had turned the world up side down in search of her from the very moment he had gained a sense of this world....

But who can defy destiny......

He failed....failed at each and every step.....

Giving destiny the reign to win....only to grant him back what he had lost.......

Clenching the his half of the om locket, he gave it a little kiss....still remembering how he gifted it to his riddhi the very first time he had met her........

Promising her....no matter where she would be in this world....he would recognise her....through it.........

THE END......