Romance Fervor Regained by pinuram

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Then one night, she packed her bags and left the city along with her brother. Before
handing the key to the new owner, she took a last look at the huge mansion where
she spent her childhood and her youth, the place where Rishu was born. The house
bears several memoirs. Not even, she told to any of her relatives as where she was
going. She boarded the train and left the city forever. There was a little bead of tear
as the train chug out of the station but she had to leave.

A new town a new life for Ambalika and Ambarish. For first few days, she stayed in a
hotel and searched for accommodation but all went vain. It was hard to find
accommodation and a respectable job for a single girl with a kid on lap. She tried in
vain to convince people that he was her brother. Everyone assumed him to be her
kid and everyone assumed her to be a fallen girl. Fortunately, she bumped into an
old friend of her dad. That person helped her to find accommodation.

In that new place, in a new house they started a new life. Ambarish was still a kid
then, so Amba could not go for any job. She started teaching kids in her rented
apartment and over a period of time she opened a Montessori college in her
apartment. Thus, she was able to keep an eye on him and earn livelihood. She knew
she had money but she saved all those for rainy day. Every night Rishu slept
peacefully in his sister’s lap. She weaved a lie, a tale that their parents had gone to a
far away land in search for medicine. They would return when little Rishu would
grow up.

All that Rishu knew that his sister was his world. Ambalika admitted Rishu to a
nearby college. On the first day at his college, she stayed for the whole four hours in
front of the college. She took a picture of Rishu in his first college dress and kept that
picture close to her bosom. That night when Rishu went to sleep, she took out three
photos of her parents and showed them the picture of Rishu. She promised to her
parents in a hushed tone that one day she would make him a doctor just as her
father dreamt of her. Years passed, Rishu was a good student. On every festival or
occasion, she flooded him with gifts and present. She filled his life with all love and
affection. He stopped asking about his parents, he forgot them as he grew up. She
was happy to have her brother close to her. It was pleasure for her to watch her kid
brother to grow up. She cherished all the naughty deeds of her brother. The first
prize when he came first in class, the first kiss to a kid girl in is class, the first lie that
he told, the first story that he made up. She gave her wholehearted attention to all
those little things of life. Her eyes used to get filled up with joy and every night she
took out her stepmom's picture and used to narrate those to her. Every day he came
from college with some new act up his sleeve, covered in dust and sometimes had
leaves or some insects in his pocket. He never finished the whole lunch and it was a
routine to thrash him every day. He was fussy about bathing during winter and she
used to lure him with chocolates to take him to bath.