Raat ka sannata Mukherjee Palace ki deewaron ko cheer raha tha. Bahar thandi hawa ka shor tha, lekin mahal ke andar ek bhaari khamoshi pasri thi.
Kamre ke andar halki peeli roshni mein Samrat gehri neend mein tha. Dinbhar ki jang, khoon-kharaba aur dushmanon ko dhool chatane ki thakaan uske chehre par saaf dikh rahi thi. Vaidehi bistar par leti thi, lekin uski aankhon mein neend ka naam-o-nishaan nahi tha. Aaj ka din uski zindagi ka sabse bada 'U-turn' tha. Jo maa-baap the, wo parde ke peeche ke villain nikle. Jis ghar ko vah parayi samajhti thi, wo uska apna kila tha.
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