In the heart of Pune, within the walls of a lavish residence, Vinayakrao, Vedant's father, summons Kaka, the trusted house help for many years.Vinayakrao, joyfully: Why is everyone so relaxed? It's my Phulpakaru's birthday today. Get everything set by evening.
Aarti, Vedant's mother, reassures: Don't worry, you relax.
Vinayakrao: He's our son, Aarti. Sweet, caring, and bighearted. I want his birthday to match his personality-grand.
Vedant, in his room, delicately dries his long, flowing hair, gazing at his reflection in the mirror. His light brown eyes sparkle with excitement as he admires the vibrant orange kurta hugging his slender frame.
Vedant, with his feminine allure and subtle curves, appreciates the attention to detail in his appearance. Adjusting his kurta,
Eager to share his new look, Vedant knocks on his parents' door.Vedant: Aai, Baba!
He hops a little, eager to share his joy.
Vedant's Father: Anything special today?
Vedant's father asks with a smile, unintentionally adding to Vedant's growing uncertainty about whether they remember.
Vedant: Yes, you know what day it is.
Vedant's mother, teasingly: Monday.
Vedant looks disappointed, but his parents burst into laughter.
Vedant goes downstairs, where his little brother Aditya wishes him a happy birthday. Vedant heads to college on his scooty.
At the college entrance, a surprising "bohhh" sound grabs Vedant's attention. It's his best friend Isha, holding a chocolate.
Isha, excitedly: Many happy returns of the day!
She hugs Vedant, eyeing his new look.
Isha: Ohh hooo, gorgeous. Are you here to make boys fall for you?
Vedant chuckles, and Isha spots a letter on his scooty from a secret admirer.
Isha, teasingly: Looks like you have a secret admirer.
Vedant, thinking it's a normal birthday card, puts the letter in his books.
Vedant and Isha head to class early, as their professor is running late. Vedant glances at the letter and decides to open it. Inside, painted butterflies adorn the page, accompanied by a poem....
Marathi Poem:
वेदंताच्या आकारात, प्रेमाचं आवाज,
केसांचं सुंदर, आवडायचं छायाचं राज। 🦋प्रियायचं कवितांतर, सुवायचं धूप,
भावनांचं गीत, उडायचं आकाश।🦋English Translation:
In Vedant's form, love finds its voice,
Hair so beautiful, shadows become its choice.In verses of affection, under the sun's glow,
A song of emotions, soaring in the sky's flow.
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Butterfly (Indian bl)
FanfictionIn the vibrant city of Pune, follow the journey of our Main CharacterVedant Deshpande, a spirited young man from a wealthy industrialist family, and Manav, a modest and shy college boy. As their paths intertwine on the campus of their college, Ma...