The sunlight filtered through the intricately carved windows of the mansion, casting a warm glow on Samyukta's face. She stood in her room, her image standing before the soft, golden rays. For the first time in months, a delicate smile played on her lips. There was a sense of hope in the day, but beneath that hope, a spark of determination burned fiercely. She had made up her mind: her child would not inherit the shackles of her past.
The words of the matron queen echoed in her mind. "Men like Ramesh do not love Samyukta. They see only what they want, and once their desire fades, they discard you like a worn-out cloth. You are not a woman to them - only a fleeting possession." Though those words were harsh, they had etched a truth deep into her soul. Samyukta concluded that love was an illusion, a veil that concealed greed and selfishness. If such love existed, it would not be for women like her.
Her resolve firmed at that moment. She would teach these men a lesson they would never forget. More importantly, she would ensure that her child grew up strong, efficient, and untouched by the cruelty of this world. Someday, she would walk hand in hand with her child to the Thakur mansion and reclaim her dignity and rights. Imagining that future filled her with an almost sacred purpose. Here, Ramesh and Sakshi lead a peaceful and happy life and their bond began to flourish and Sakshi became the mother of his child and this news spread happiness throughout the Thakur and Rajput. The child brought good fortune to the family. But these people had other plans.
Ramesh and Sakshi's love blossomed and the happiness multiplied when Sakshi announced her pregnancy. This news spread happiness across the Thakur and Rajput and every milestone was celebrated. Their happiness was replicated by Samyukta, who was pregnant too. Nine months later, Samyukta gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and Sakshi gave birth to a healthy baby boy, bringing happiness to the family. However, this happiness was overshadowed by dark whispers. A fraudulent saint spread fear and claimed that babies born on Amavasya were inauspicious. Despite the growing anxiety, the families vowed to protect their newborns, their relationship was unbreakable, their love stronger than any superstition.
Samyukta's pregnancy changed her completely. She shifted her focus from the constant demands of her dance career to taking care of herself and the baby growing inside her. The mansion, which was once a stage for her performances, now became a sanctuary. Seeing the determination in Samyukta's eyes, Matron Rani inspired everyone in the mansion to support her. Samyukta's request to leave the mansion after the baby was born was accepted unanimously. They understood that she wanted to raise her child away from the whispers and judgements that haunted her past.
The days passed in a mix of quiet anticipation and preparation. Samyukta dreamed about her child's future. She imagined teaching them every possible skill, from music to martial arts. Her child would rise above the circumstances of his birth, a phoenix born from his ashes. These dreams brought a new rhythm to her life, turning despair into hope.
Meanwhile, in a desolate corner of Rajasthan, a different story unfolded. A deranged saint known as Baba Vish performed rituals in his secluded ashram. His twisted mind desired immortality and his heart reveled in the misery of others. Baba Vish was famous for his mastery of poisons. He would give food laced with subtle poisons to those who came to seek his blessings. Unbeknownst to most people, this poison would work its black magic on pregnant mothers. The children born to these women bore strange marks of their suffering—black spots on their skin or unnaturally blue or green eyes. "These children are cursed," they would declare with dramatic trepidation, convincing terrified parents to kill their newborns. In ten months, they caused the deaths of ten children. Yet their malice was not known to those outside their circle of influence, for fear and superstition silenced the voices of the grieving.
At the mansion, the moment Samyukta had been waiting for finally arrived. Labor pains gripped her, and the women of the mansion gathered around her with care and prayers. Hours passed, it felt like an eternity, but as the first cries of her newborn daughter echoed through the room, Samyukta felt an overwhelming wave of emotion. She held her baby close to her, marveling at her tiny fingers and innocent face.
"Your baby girl has been born, congratulations my dear," the matron queen said with a proud smile. "She will be strong like her mother."Samyukta's heart filled with determination. "I will name her Sanaya," she declared. "She will bring light into my life and cause me to rise above my past." But the threads of fate entangled in ways Samyukta had not foreseen. That same night, in a village far away, Ramesh's wife Sakshi gave birth to a son. Her life was a labyrinth of compromises and disappointments, and the birth of her son brought a new light to her life.