Sherwani Brooch

Wedding Night December 2014, India She was removing her big nose rings from her delicate hand with beautiful henna on it while looking on the man in the bedside who was unbuttoning his sherwani. Her long red silk lehenga was swaying on the floor with all its majesty. She went to washroom and looked at her bridal get up for one last time while her tear and water droplets rolled down her cheeks together. "Are we ready?" She asked in a low and gentle voice after changing into her casual outfit with tears hidden. "Almost" He said swapping his hands after closing the chain of his black suitcase. Hayati and Shayleen left the hotel room together. "Good Bye... Take care" She said desperately hugging him tightly for the last time with all her spirit. A tear rolled down her eye and fall on Shayleen's shoulder making him hug her even tighter. He pulled her head away pressed his lips against with dominating force. She tip toed and and kissed him back almost bitten his lips. Her waist long hair was kept loose dancing in the sky. Under the dazzling moonlight he could see the long eyelashes up close where her tears were sparkling like pearls. "Go before I change my mind" He gently removed his lips away and took his hands back from her waist. She let her arm loose which was hugging him tightly as it was leaving the most precious thing. She turned back immediately and left running and wiping hard tears away. Shayleen stood there without moving an inch, watching her silhouette disappear. She boarded her cab and left without turning back. May be she was afraid if she stood a second more she would start regretting her decision. ... But it was decided. She had prepared herself for this day a long ago. Her ambition was in front of her. The man stood there still opposing the wind, he was wearing golden-framed glasses and his slim-fitting black tuxedo emphasised his broad shoulders and slender waist. His muscles were well built emitting an aura like of king of frost. Before getting into his car the black haired man looked down at his ring and slowly said. "We will meet again."

I was once save him. Because of that brooch I have no choice but to save him. I never though that saving him is changing my life. Saving him is creating my own grave yard. Can I survive through this.

In the heart of Graystone City, ordinary people stumble upon seemingly mundane objects—brooches, rings, pens—that unlock the gateway to a parallel dimension. This strange world mirrors their own but is filled with ancient secrets, powerful artifacts, and lurking dangers. Those who dare to cross the threshold can gain incredible powers or face the terrifying possibility of never returning.

There once lived a very poor girl with her parents in a small town in Bombay. She worked as a servant girl in a rich Lady's house. One day as she was coming home from work, she saw a purse lying on the road. She recognized it at once. It was her mistress's purse. She ran towards it, opened it and inside it, was a little brooch which was made of artificial gold and along with it was some money. She decided to return the purse and ran back to the rich ladies house. The lady was very thankful for getting back her money and brooch. She presented the brooch to the little girl and also promised to increase her monthly pay. The girl was also very pleased. As you see that if you do good, you will also be rewarded with good as the little girl was rewarded. It is not always that you are rewarded. Sometimes the person to whom you do good doesn't reward you. Then you should not feel bad. Because good deeds are not done for rewards but out of your own goodness and it should be done wholeheartedly. Good deeds should be done anywhere you go. May it be school, home or market. As students you should cultivate the habit of doing good things in your life. In the school if you find something, you must give it to the person to whom it belongs or in the office for handing over the same to the owner, so that the student will feel very happy. Learn to do good things in your house by way of helping your parents, friends and neighbours. "The fruit of kindness is always sweet

Wedding Night December 2016, India She was removing her big nose rings from her delicate hand with beautiful henna on it while looking on the man in the bedside who was unbuttoning his sherwani. Her long red silk lehenga was swaying on the floor with all its majesty. She went to washroom and looked at her bridal get up for one last time while her tear and water droplets rolled down her cheeks together. "Are we ready?" She asked in a low and gentle voice after changing into her casual outfit with tears hidden. "Almost" He said swapping his hands after closing the chain of his black suitcase. Hayati and Shayleen left the hotel room together. "Good Bye... Take care" She said desperately hugging him tightly for the last time with all her spirit. A tear rolled down her eye and fall on Shayleen's shoulder making him hug her even tighter. He pulled her head away pressed his lips against with dominating force. She tip toed and and kissed him back almost bitten his lips. Her waist long hair was kept loose dancing in the sky. Under the dazzling moonlight he could see the long eyelashes up close where her tears were sparkling like pearls. "Go before I change my mind" He gently removed his lips away and took his hands back from her waist. She let her arm loose which was hugging him tightly as it was leaving the most precious thing. She turned back immediately and left running and wiping hard tears away. Shayleen stood there without moving an inch, watching her silhouette disappear. She boarded her cab and left without turning back. May be she was afraid if she stood a second more she would start regretting her decision. ... But it was decided. She had prepared herself for this day a long ago. Her ambition was in front of her. The man stood there still opposing the wind, he was wearing golden-framed glasses and his slim-fitting black tuxedo emphasised his broad shoulders and slender waist. His muscles were well built emitting an aura like of king of frost. Before getting into his car the black haired man looked down at his ring and slowly said. "We will meet again."