It was night. Poor Chahat was crying with her face buried in her pillow. She couldn't believe it — her sister, her parents, and even her love were no longer with her. No one could understand her pain. Despite being surrounded by her family, she felt like she meant nothing to anyone.
She wondered why she was even born.
Chahat was now truly alone. On paper, she had everything — parents, a sister, a good family. But in reality, no one was there for her. Not in her sorrow… and not even in her happiness.
Yes, maybe her younger sister Vartika needed more love — but did that mean everyone would forget Chahat entirely? Where was the justice in that?
Didn't she deserve love too?
Was she not worthy of someone's affection?
Wasn't she even deserving of saying, "Yes, there is someone in my life who truly loves me"?
Maybe not.
Maybe such a day would never come in her life.
And maybe… it never could.
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Chahat wiped her tears and stood up. She looked around her room — the place she had spent most of her life. She had no real friends. Whoever came close was quickly taken by Vartika. Her sister stole her friends… even her love.
They say sisters don't fight or hate each other — but here, it was Vartika who hated Chahat. And no one, not even Chahat herself, knew why.
She glanced at her room one last time and walked out. The house was silent. The hall was empty. Darkness filled every corner, with only the dim light of a streetlamp outside casting a faint glow through the windows.
As she stood there, the images of the evening replayed in her mind — the moment Anshuman had rejected her love right in front of her.
Tears welled up again.
Without looking back, she walked out of the house.
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It was 11 PM now. Chahat kept walking, unaware of her surroundings. She had wandered far from home. There were no cars, no people — just an empty road stretching into the darkness.
She kept walking, lost in thought. After all, if her own family hadn't stood by her, who else would?
Eventually, she reached a bridge. Standing at its edge, she looked down at the river flowing beneath. Her eyes filled with tears again.
Her life played like a film before her eyes — every moment where she was overlooked, ignored, unloved.
Even Anshuman, the man she thought loved her — he rejected her like she never mattered.
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She had never truly felt love. And that's why, today… she had decided to end her life.
She had thought about this before. But today, after everything, she had finally broken.
When she fell in love with Anshuman, she had started dreaming of life.
But today… even he had left her.
There was nothing left now.
No love.
No family.
Nothing.
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She closed her eyes and climbed the railing of the bridge.
The cold wind blew fiercely, as if trying to stop her — whispering to her not to take this step, to not give up, to hold on.
But when life only offers pain, and not a single ray of joy… death begins to feel like the only escape.
That's what Chahat felt, standing at the edge — thinking about everyone, even though no one was thinking about her.
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"Goodbye, Mom and Dad," she whispered through tears.
"I will never return to your lives again. I troubled you all too much… asking for something you never gave — your love.
When I topped the school in 12th grade, you were celebrating Vartika passing her 10th.
When I was sick, you were attending her school farewell.
You never gave me the love I was worthy of.
But don't worry now — no one will ever ask you for your love again.
Because today, I'm ending my life… and this story.
Goodbye forever."
She said it all, crying.
Even though her parents never cared, she still loved them deeply.
Just as she was about to jump —
— she suddenly heard the sound of a flute.
Something about that gentle music made her stop.
She followed the sound with her eyes — and saw an old man in the fog. His face wasn't clearly visible due to the cold mist in the air.
Curious, she looked harder — forgetting everything for a moment, just wanting to see who was playing that flute.
Moments later, the old man walked closer to her. He wore a yellow dhoti and a white kurta, holding the flute in his hands.
As soon as she saw him, tears fell from Chahat's eyes again — and this time, she couldn't hide them.
The old man smiled softly and asked her:
"What are you about to do, daughter?
Don't you know that ending one's own life is a sin?
Why would you choose such a path?"
Chahat's tears didn't stop as she replied:
"No one loves me, Baba.
No one cares — not my parents, not even the man I love.
What's left to live for?"
The old man smiled again and gently gestured for her to step down from the railing.
Something about him made her obey without hesitation.
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"Tell me one thing, child," he asked gently,
"When someone's life is filled with pain and they can't see a way out…
Should they end their life —
or try to change it, and turn that pain into joy?"
Chahat, now calmer, replied:
"They should change their life."
She felt like he was talking about her.
"Then why were you trying to end yours?
Do you really believe that God hasn't left any door open for you?" he asked.
"Not everyone's life is the same, Baba," she whispered.
"At least others are loved by their parents… but I? My own parents don't even like me. What am I supposed to do?"
The old man smiled again.
He reached into a cloth bag slung over his shoulder and pulled out a book.
He handed it to her and said:
"If that's truly the case… then you must read this.
Perhaps it will help you find the meaning of your life."
Chahat took the book. It was beautifully designed.
On the first page was an illustration of a boy and a girl, walking hand in hand along a riverbank — their hands looked as if they were tied together with flowers.
The title of the book was written in graceful letters:
"A Bond of Love"
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What will happen next?
Who was the old man who appeared just in time to save Chahat?
Why did he give her that book?
What will Chahat do now?
What secrets lie within that book?
To know more, keep reading...
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