Rani was waiting for her on the porch. The house was very silent. She could feel something was really wrong. She stood up the minute Misha stepped out of the car.
Misha could see that she has been crying…
“What happened to daddy?” she uttered the words, her heart became numb.
Its been three years since Shekhar got married and shifted to Kolkata, in the first year he has been quite regular in his visits but slowly his visits became sparse.
Misha did not missed him much, when she went to Kolkata she passed a night or two with them, but anuragini’s cunning sweetness and Kolkata’s closet flats were just not for her.
“He committed suicide…” Rani started to sob.
Misha sat down… it was so hard to believe… Why… how but she knew it was not the time to ask questions, Rani was in no condition to answer.
A police jeep stopped in front of the house.
An officer came out of the car. Through him she learned the story. It seemed Anuragini’s extravagant ways was the reason of huge debts in the market. Shekhar’s business crashed and he was about to become penniless. He jumped from his flat’s verandah. Anuragini was out partying with her friends.
It was lucky for Misha that before marrying Shekhar has clearly left a portion of his property, including this house for her, Rani was her guardian till her 21st birthday. There were two more years left for that…
They left for Kolkata.
Anuragini was inconsolable. Rani invited her to stay with Misha, because she was penniless now. Every thing that Shekhar had was gone- to clear the debts.
They knew that Anuragini was orphan, her parents died a few years ago, right before she joined Shekhar’s office.
They returned after Shekhar’s cremation. The last rites were to be held from home.
Misha felt truly sad for Anuragini, she was barely a few years older than her… If she was rich she might have married again easily, but she lost everything with Shekhar.
The house became empty once again after the last rites.
Misha tried to spend some time with Anuragini but failed, she could feel an invisible barrier around the young woman, that kept her away from seeing her.
So it became a polite co existence.
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