Abandoned at birth, Shivanya Rawat was taken in by a childless couple with a chaotic family, completely unaware of her true identity.
They raise her as their own, giving her a name and an identity.
Her life, growing up, is perfectly fine until she t...
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Eighteen years ago, 13th July, Udaipur, Agni Mahal, 10.45 p.m.
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" She looks like me!" A soft male voice murmured and the the older boy shook his head.
" No Arnav! She looks like me!"
" No Advay Bhai! Like me!"
" What's going on here ?" A tall figure towered over them and the two boys instantly turned recognising the voice, the older one was more careful, having his baby-sister in his arms.
" Papa!" The five-year-old Arnav tugged at his father's t-shirt.
" Doesn't Shivi look like me?"
" She looks like me more Papa!" A seven-year-old Advay insisted.
Shiv sighed as his sons argued over who their sister looked more like.
" Shivi looks a little like Advay, and a little like Arnav too." He softly declared.
" Who does she look like more Papa?"
" Like your Ma!"
The boys' gaze flickered towards their mother's sleeping silhoutte on the bed for a while, and it fleeted back to their sister and they nodded.
Their sister did resemble their mother.
" I wish she was born a boy. Then she'd resemble me more!" Arnav sighed and Advay snorted, shaking his head.
" Alright, that's enough of wishing okay? If you keep arguing, it'd wake your Ma up. Hand Shivanya to me. Go and sleep too. It's way past your bedtime."
" But but....but we want to spend more time with Shivanya!"
" Go boys. Please." Shiv urged softly and they sighed, and two nods followed.
