And then that night came which shattered everyone's dream , hope , lives and peace .

I am 7 years old now , in my room getting ready for diwali party and my nanny and friend shanti is making my hairs , have i to you about my appearance no na? Ok now I am gonna tell you , i have golden brown hairs my golden brown hair flowing down to my knees Paired with light green eyes, which can evoke a sense of mystery and depth, and pale skin that often lends an ethereal quality. I am wearing a golden yellow silk lehnga choli with gold jewelleries and golden jutti.

" Rajkumari aap to sakshat devi laxmi ki tarah dikh rhi h"

( Princess you are exactly looking like goddess laxmi)

My nanny said while making my hairs and admiring me of course ive taken before my mother and she looks ethereal herself so what can I do.

" Awwwwww meri bacchi kitni pyari dikh rhi h "

( Awwww you are looking so lovely dear)

My mother said while coming into my room.well she is looking herself pretty, In the soft glow of the moonlight, she appears almost ethereal, draped in a saree the color of golden sunshine, its fabric flowing like liquid silk. The gold jewelry she wears catches the lunar light, adding a delicate sparkle to her ensemble. Her green eyes, vibrant and captivating, seem to mirror the lushness of a verdant forest, while her golden-brown hair cascades like a waterfall touched by dawn. The night air is filled with a gentle mystique as she stands there, a vision of elegance and grace, embodying the perfect harmony of nature's colors and celestial illumination.

" Chaliye riti aapka sab intezar kar rhe h"

( Let's go riti everyone is waiting for you)

My mother said after holding my hands

" Chaliye maa"

( Let's go mother)

And here we Come in the royal hall, a mesmerizing spectacle unfolds as everything glows with an enchanting array of lights. The chandeliers, adorned with countless crystals, cast a sparkling dance of light across the vaulted ceiling, creating a canopy of shimmering stars. Elegant sconces line the walls, their warm glow reflecting off gilded mirrors and polished marble surfaces, enhancing the room's opulence. Rich tapestries, woven with golden threads, catch the light and reveal intricate patterns that tell stories of regal history. The atmosphere is imbued with a sense of grandeur and festivity, as the glowing lights illuminate the faces of guests dressed in their finest, adding to the sense of wonder and magic that permeates the air. In this radiant setting, the royal hall becomes not just a room, but a luminous celebration of beauty and elegance.

" Wow"

I gasped after looking around the royal hall and we headed down to the puja room was a sight to behold, filled with family and friends dressed in their finest traditional attire, each individual looking radiant. The air was thick with the fragrance of incense, mingling with the subtle notes of marigolds and roses that adorned the space. As the hawan concluded, Pandit Jee signaled the beginning of the aarti, marking a moment of collective devotion and harmony. The resounding chimes of bells and the rhythmic clapping of hands accompanied the mellifluous chant of the aarti song, creating an atmosphere of spiritual upliftment. The flickering flames of the aarti thali cast a warm, golden glow on the faces of the gathered devotees, as they offered their prayers with sincere hearts, hoping for blessings and prosperity.

" Areee kitni Sundar dikh rhi h "

( How beautiful she is looking)

My aunty shubhangi singh rajput said , oh i know that you are confused that form where she has came well now my uncle has been married off and he is 20 now and my aunty is of 19 .she is a Lovely woman and she loves me a lot.

" Chachiiii"

I shouted with happiness in my voice after seeing her.

" Meri bacchi"

(My child)

She took me in her arms and every one was admiring us with love and then the aarti began. My grand parents were holding the akhanda jyot and we were clapping our hands while singing then my parents came and did the aarti , then my uncle and aunty.

Now it was time for the fire crackers, my parents have gone to their room to bring the golden coin to keep in the puja room and i was playing with fire crackers in the garden below the window of their room and suddenly one rocket accidentally went inside the room and the whole room no the whole house caught fire .

I was screaming in horror and my granny has collapsed due to shock i don't know why the hell they didn't try to run outside why they were only shouting and they were dead by the time fire brigade came . Why? Why it happened to me? That was the only question running into my mind . My aunty was crying after hugging me tightly and my uncle was in the corner i exactly don't know, what was his expression my granny was in comma and grandfather became silent i was silent too finding the answers of questions.

My parents were wrapped in white chadar my mom was adorned in red saree and golden jwellery like dulhan beside her there was my father once a powerful man and now he is silent not speaking anything i was silent staring at my parents my aunty was crying for the loss no actually everyone means every person in the nation was crying and my granny was still in coma . Media was there capturing the sad moments big personalities was there .

" Koi baat nhi riti aaj se mai aapki maa hu aap mujhe maa kehna"

( Don't worry riti from now on i your mother)

My aunty said while crying and hugging me i also broke down and began crying while holding aunty no now mummy.

Now this is the begging of my destruction so stay tuned and

Thankyou!!