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Burlington:
Evelyn Miller house.
Sunlight spilled through the stained-glass windows of Evelyn's old home, throwing colorful patches across the floor where dust bunnies danced like they were in a secret morning party. But the real celebration wasn't the sun or the dust — it was Evelyn's heart. Her grandson, Adrian, was finally coming home. After six long years.
The last time she saw him was at Mary's funeral. He'd stood stiff, shoulders trembling, eyes hollow — fists clenched like he was holding back the entire ocean. That memory had stayed with Evelyn, heavier than anything else.
Adrian's father had been sharing updates now and then, conveniently skipping the part where Adrian had taken up boxing. Evelyn knew him too well — he probably thought she'd lose sleep over it. Which she absolutely would.
Wanting everything to feel like home for Adrian, Evelyn had the workers clean up his old room — dusted, fresh bedsheets, even the old bookshelf back in place. And now, the whole house smelled like heaven, thanks to blueberry muffins rising in the oven.
That's when she heard the voice — light, cheery, and unmistakably Meera.
"Granny!"
She waltzed into the kitchen like a burst of sunshine, wearing a cute sundress and a cardigan too big for her frame. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she had a small box in her hands like it carried a secret.
"Well, look who it is!" Evelyn smiled, wiping flour off her hands and walking over.
"I made muffins," Meera said with a grin, holding out the box.
Evelyn chuckled, accepting it. "Wait—did you bake these?"
Meera just nodded shyly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Baking had always been her comfort zone — something about mixing batter and humming to old radio tunes made her feel better on restless days. But today... something else had pulled her to the kitchen.
Something named Adrian.
She remembered his silly obsession with blueberry muffins — stealing them warm from the tray when they were kids, licking the crumbs off his fingers like a thief with no guilt. And even though she hadn't planned on baking, her heart had made the decision for her.
"They smell amazing, Meera. You shouldn't have," Evelyn said, touched.
Meera smiled but didn't say much. Her fingers fidgeted with the end of her sleeve, her eyes a little too bright. Something was brewing behind them — nerves, memories, maybe both. And just as Evelyn was about to gently ask, Meera's eyes widened.
"Oh no!" she gasped suddenly, cheeks turning red. "I totally forgot — I left something back at home!"
Without waiting for an answer, she turned and dashed out, her sandals thudding against the floor, her half-sorry wave the only thing left behind.
Evelyn stood there, blinking, then let out a soft laugh. Meera may have fibbed a little, but she understood. The girl had always been quiet, always felt things deeply. And Evelyn had a hunch — Meera knew Adrian was coming. Maybe she just needed a second to breathe before facing all the feelings that came with that name.
And then, just as the muffins finished rising, a taxi pulled up outside.
Adrian had arrived.
Adrian pov:
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Enchanted melody of our hearts( Edited version)
RomanceMeera never wanted to get tangled in complicated things. She was happy in her quiet world-books, her studies, the steady rhythm of her business economics classes, and the soft beats of her Bharatanatyam practice. Life wasn't flashy, but it was hers...
