Mother 2

"Let's go to the car, it's time to meet Mother," Diljeet said. Parm and Jaga followed him obediently, and they started driving. Parm asked, "Why do you call her 'Mother' if she's not your real mother?"

Diljeet replied solemnly, "I don't know my real parents. They were gone before I could even understand. But my mother took care of me and made me who I am today."

Jaga, with an angry expression, interjected, "What about our real mother and sister? What if they were killed by the police?" His voice trembled with emotion. "I don't need your substitute mother. I have my own. I'll go to her. We shouldn't have broken out of prison."

Diljeet explained calmly, "That's why we freed all the prisoners. It'll buy us time. Besides, I have some connections in the police. I'll make sure your family is safe, and our men will keep watch over your home."

Jaga, still skeptical, retorted, "I don't trust you. Why are you helping us? We don't even know you. What's your motive?"

Diljeet chuckled softly before replying, "Because I see potential in both of you."

Curious, Jaga pressed further, "What kind of potential?"

Parm intervened gently, "Little brother, Jaga, he's helping us. Let's accept his help. If we go alone, we might not make it. He's the reason we're out of that hell. Trust him a little longer."

Jaga's eyes filled with sadness as he confessed, "But I want to see our mother and sister."

Parm hugged him reassuringly, "We will soon, brother."

Thus, they continued their journey, a mix of uncertainty and newfound trust guiding their path. After 35 minutes, they reached their destination. Parm and Jaga had never seen a house so large. Servants surrounded the property, greeting Diljeet as they made their way inside. The walls were adorned with numerous newspaper articles, and as they walked through the grand house, Parm and Jaga were in awe.

Eventually, they arrived at a door guarded by two armed men. The guards greeted Diljeet and took his message inside. A few minutes later, a guard returned and said, "Mother will meet you now, Brother Diljeet." He opened the door to reveal a large room. Nearly 30 children were seated on the ground, and in the center of the room was a grand sofa occupied by a formidable-looking woman, about 60 years old. Despite her age, she exuded a powerful aura, her eyes full of strength.

In a strong voice, she said, "Come in, son Diljeet. What business do you have with your mother after such a long time?"

Diljeet crossed the room and touched her feet, receiving her blessings. "Mother, I am sorry for my mistakes. It will never happen again."

"I know, son," Mother replied. "I know you were busy with business, but you must always make time for your mother."

"I will, Mother," Diljeet promised.

"So, what brings you here now, son?" Mother asked.

"I have brought you two new sons, Mother. Please teach them as you taught me. I am begging you."

Mother smiled. "You don't have to beg me, son. I am always ready to welcome new children. Come here, you two," she said to Parm and Jaga. Parm approached her, but Jaga stood still, anger evident in his eyes. Mother laughed, "I like this one," she pointed at Jaga. "He is just like you, Diljeet, when you were young. What are their names?"

Diljeet pointed, "This is Parm, and this is Jaga."

Present Day: April 3, 2018

"So what happened next with you guys, Uncle, after reaching the Mother?" Karan asked.

Parm replied, "I will tell you, son, but first we have to meet your sister and Mother."

Karan was shocked as they approached the same house that Diljeet had shown Jaga and Parm for the first time in 1983. The difference was that there were no servants or guards this time. Parm knocked on the door, and a woman, the same age as Parm, appeared. She had a commanding aura, her presence sharp and intimidating.

Parm tried to hug her, but she stopped him. "Why are you here now, brother? You were nowhere to be found when we needed you the most."

"I know, sister, but I want your help. Let me talk to Mother."

"Okay," she said. "Mother was always talking about you both brothers, and the other one still not here yet. What a disgrace. And who is this kid?" she asked, pointing at Karan.

"I will tell you everything, sister, but let's meet Mother first," Parm replied.

They went inside. The news articles were still on the walls, but the house was a little dusty. In the middle of a big room was a bed, and on that bed lay a 95-year-old lady, on oxygen support and barely able to breathe properly.