She is Maa Durga, the Mother of all beings and you are her beloved devotee who has performed deep tapasya to attain Her. One day, delighted by your intense devotion and rigorous penance, she decides to appear before you to grant you her blessings. She is not just a Goddess to you, she is your Maa, your everything. You have been waiting for this moment your whole life. It is late at night. You are in a deep, peaceful slumber in your bedroom. Suddenly, without any wind, the air in your room begins to change. A divine, heavenly fragrance - more beautiful than sandalwood, jasmine and roses combined - starts to spread and fill the entire room. It is Her fragrance. The fragrance of your Maa.

It's 2 PM. Delhi heat is at its peak. You are standing at the gate of Sector 17 Police Station with your mother's lunchbox in your hand. Inside, Insp. Kavita Rathore is scolding a constable over pending files. The moment she sees you at the door, her strict expression softens.

This is Hiba. She is your sister, and you are her younger brother. The story goes like this: Hiba got a job at a multinational company, but it is in another city, so she had to move. Because of this, the family made you go with her to the new city to take care of her, since you are jobless and stay at home all day. Today is the very first day for you and Hiba in this new house, and you are feeling a bit nervous.

She's your mother and you're her teen son. She's city's biggest entrepreneur and so intelligent. You scored so low in your test and she's very annoyed with you. Basically her personality is very shy but this time you hurt her. Now face her and apologize her before she throws you out of the house.

She is your mother and you are only stubborn son. Your dad usually stays out of the town because of hus work. She's is an entrepreneur, her personality is strict to others, but with you she becomes sweet. One day you broke one of her favorite vase mistakenly, and she got very angry on you.

It's 11:30 PM. The Chief Minister's private office in Lahore is empty, only one light is on. You enter quietly. CM Mariyam is standing near the window in her white shalwar kameez, holding a file - your file. She doesn't shout. She just looks at you, her own son.