Life had returned to its usual pace.
One afternoon, after finishing work at the television production office, Nagaraju was driving home through the busy streets of Mumbai.
As his car slowed near a traffic signal, someone on the footpath caught his attention.
He looked again.
His eyes widened.
"Chaitra?"
The young woman turned instinctively.
For a moment, she froze.
"Ma... Mama..."
It was his elder sister's daughter.
Standing beside her was a young man in his twenties.
The moment the young man noticed Nagaraju approaching, he glanced at Chaitra, muttered something under his breath, and quickly disappeared into the crowd before anyone could stop him.
Nagaraju called out,
"Hey! Stop!"
But the man had already vanished among the busy streets.
Nagaraju looked back at Chaitra.
She looked nothing like the cheerful village girl he remembered.
Her clothes were untidy.
Her face looked pale and tired.
Dark circles surrounded her eyes.
She seemed frightened.
Without asking a single question, Nagaraju spoke gently.
"Come with me."
Chaitra lowered her head silently.
She followed him to the car.
The drive home passed in complete silence.
Nagaraju didn't question her.
He could see she was already carrying enough pain.
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When they reached home, his wife welcomed them.
The moment she saw Chaitra's condition, she immediately understood that something serious had happened.
Without asking questions, she said,
"Come inside."
"You must be hungry."
Fresh clothes were arranged for her.
A warm meal was served.
Only after she had eaten did she slowly begin to relax.
That evening, Akshata returned from school.
She was surprised to see her cousin sitting quietly in the living room.
"Akka..."
Chaitra forced a weak smile.
Akshata greeted her warmly but sensed that something was wrong.
Later that night, Nagaraju finally asked the question that had been on everyone's mind.
"Chaitra..."
"What happened?"
The young woman's eyes immediately filled with tears.
She struggled to speak.
"It happened... more than a month ago."
"I ran away from home."
The room fell silent.
Nagaraju closed his eyes for a moment.
"A month..."
His voice carried both shock and disappointment.
"And your mother never told me."
He couldn't believe his sister had hidden something so serious.
Chaitra wiped away her tears.
"I was foolish, Mama."
"I believed a man when he told me he loved me."
"He promised we would get married."
"He said we'd build a beautiful life together."
"I believed every word."
Her voice trembled.
"So... I left home with him."
She looked down at her hands.
"But after we came to Mumbai..."
"Everything changed."
"He stopped treating me with kindness."
"He started ordering me around."
"He expected me to cook, clean, and work and hand over the money to him and do everything a couple does without marriage."
"He treated me like a servant."
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"And whenever I asked about marriage..."
"He refused."
"He always said..."
"'Later.'"
"'Not now.'"
"'Why are you in such a hurry?'"
"But I slowly realised..."
"He never intended to marry me."
The room became painfully quiet.
Chaitra covered her face with both hands.
"Now..."
"How can I go back to my village?"
"Everyone will ask where I've been."
"They'll judge me."
"I don't know what to do."
"I only wanted a good life."
"I just wanted someone who genuinely loved me."
Nagaraju's expression hardened.
Not at Chaitra...
But at the man who had deceived her.
He spoke calmly.
"You made a mistake."
"But being deceived does not mean your life is over."
He looked directly at her.
"This house is your home."
"You are safe here."
"We'll think about everything else later."
At those words, Chaitra broke down completely.
For the first time in weeks...
She cried without fear.
Akshata quietly watched her cousin.
She knew Chaitra wasn't weak.
She had simply trusted the wrong person.
And sometimes...
One wrong decision made in youth could change the course of a life.
But with the support of family, perhaps that course could still be changed for the better.
Akshata had been watching Chaitra quietly.
Something about the situation felt strangely familiar.
Not because she had experienced it herself...
But because she remembered hearing about Chaitra in her previous life.
There had always been vague whispers in the family.
A teenage pregnancy.
An abortion.
Nobody had spoken about it openly.
Adults had lowered their voices whenever the subject came up.
For years, Akshata had never known exactly what had happened.
Then, once, her mother had accidentally let something slip during a conversation.
That single sentence had been enough to make Akshata understand.
But now...
Chaitra was still here.
She had run away. But not a pregnant yet as she checked with space.
She hadn't made any decision that would change the course of her life.
The future had not happened yet.
Akshata suddenly understood something important.
She wasn't simply remembering the past.
She had been given a chance to prevent it.
But she couldn't suddenly tell everyone about something that had not happened.
If she told her father, "I know what will happen to Chaitra," it would sound impossible.
And even her father has the past life memories so he may take some action.
And if Chaitra suddenly left the village claiming that she wanted to come to Mumbai and pursue her dreams, nobody would find that suspicious.
It would be believable.
Many young people came to Mumbai with dreams of building a career.
That was exactly why Akshata couldn't wait.
That evening, Chaitra sat quietly in the living room.
Akshata noticed that she barely touched the dessert her mother had served.
She looked emotionally exhausted.
Akshata walked toward her father, who was speaking with one of the family members.
"Appa."
Nagaraju turned toward her.
"Yes?"
"I want ice cream."
He looked at her in surprise.
"Now?"
Akshata nodded.
"Yes."
Nagaraju glanced toward Chaitra.
He thought his daughter hadn't understood the seriousness of the situation.
"Akshata, perhaps now isn't the right time."
But before he could finish, Akshata walked over and gently took his hand.
She lowered her voice.
"Appa..."
Then she looked toward Chaitra.
"She'll feel better if she has her favourite ice cream too."
Nagaraju looked at his daughter for a moment.
His expression softened.
He understood.
Akshata wasn't trying to ignore what had happened.
She was trying to bring Chaitra back into an ordinary moment.
Something small.
Something comforting.
Something that didn't involve questions, shame, or judgment.
Nagaraju nodded.
"All right."
"Let's go."
Chaitra looked up.
"You don't have to do that for me."
Akshata smiled.
"We're going anyway."
"And you're coming with us."
A tiny smile appeared on Chaitra's face.
"Okay."
As the three of them walked toward the door, Akshata held her father's hand for another moment.
"Appa..."
Nagaraju looked at her.
"Yes?"
"Can I talk to you privately after we come back?"
There was something unusually serious in her eyes.
Nagaraju noticed immediately.
"Of course."
Akshata smiled.
"Then let's get the ice cream first."
They stepped outside together.
But inside Akshata's mind, one thought remained constant.
She couldn't rewrite someone's life by force.
But she could make sure Chaitra knew that she had somewhere safe to go.
And most importantly...
She could make sure Chaitra never believed that one mistake meant her life was finished.
The future had once shown Akshata what could happen.
This time, she intended to change it.