(excitedly, running to her grandmother): Didadun! Didadun! Didadun! I told him… I told him!
Everyone in the house stares at Shuvra strangely. They know how shameless she can be, but to confess like this… in front of the minister!
grandma of fl
Shuvra… what have you done?
shuvra (fl)
What happened, Didadun? I told him what was in my heart. Isn’t that a good thing?
Anowara’s eyes fill with tears. She sees Shuvra’s boldness and is reminded of her late son—Shuvra’s father.
grandma of fl
You… you are just like your father, Shuvra. I see his reflection in you.
shuvra (fl)
What’s wrong, Didadun?
grandma of fl
Crying softly): Nothing… I’m just… proud of you, my child.
The room falls silent. Everyone had been laughing and joking moments ago, but now all eyes are on Shuvra and her Didadun. Shuvra pauses for a moment, taking in the scene.
shuvra (fl)
What’s with everyone being so quiet? Don’t like it? Well, guess what… your girl just told her heart to the minister. Shouldn’t you be happy?
The elders, feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed, quietly retreat to their rooms. Only Ishtiak Khan, Shuvra’s grandfather, remains seated, listening intently.
shuvra (fl)
And that’s my story for the day, Didadun!
Ishtiak nods, fully attentive, knowing that in the house where no other girl is present, Shuvra is truly the gem of the family.
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