Author - Jui Purohit.

  He gave up his freedom for the family. Was his decision wrong? Rudra bid goodbye to Mridul and returned to his room. He stared at the poster of his favourite singer 'Freddie Mercury'. He plugged in his air buds and reclining on his chair, closed his eyes. I want to break free....from the lies, You're so self-satisfied I don't need you..... (Famous song by Freddie Mercury) He opened his eyes. He paused the song. He was feeling uneasy. His friend had left her house. She was bold enough to break free. She chose freedom over her family. Rudra opened his closet. Behind the shirts and leather jackets, was hidden a beautiful pink gown. It had georgette frills, diamonds around the yoke. Underneath was a lilac satin saari with embroidered borders. He took it out and smelled it. It was his favourite perfume 'Flower bomb', gifted by his....boyfriend. Rudra sat with a thud on his bed. He viciously rushed his hands through his hair. He couldn't think straight. "Yo...

  She chose freedom over her family. Was her decision wrong? Mridul was a cheerful girl. She loved running around butterflies, admiring flowers, listening to chirping of birds, around her garden. She wasn't keen in doing household chores, though her mother and grandmother always nagged her to roll rotis, cut some vegetables or atleast make a cup of tea. Mridul loved playing cricket, football and also gilli danda with neighbourhood kids. She was the only girl who used to hit atleast 3-4 sixes in every match. Boys used to fight to have Mridul in their team. But she was tad bit partial towards Rudra. Rudra couldn't play cricket, as good as Mridul, so she used to play in his team and help him win. Rudra was her best friend in the locality. Mridul was good in academics too. She always helped Rudra in math and science. Mridul never liked to wear frocks with frills and bows. Once she had cut the frill of her brand new skirt and her mother rebuked her. She wasn't allowed to step ou...