Chapter 1

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It was a beautiful morning, sun rays danced across the sprawling Aarya Mansion, casting a golden glow upon its majestic façade. The lush gardens surrounding the mansion seemed to awaken with a vibrancy of colours as the sun kissed, dew-covered petals of roses, daisies, and tulips, painting the landscape with a kaleidoscope of hues. The scent of blooming flowers perfumed the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of freshly cut grass. Butterflies fluttered gracefully amidst the flower beds, their delicate wings shimmering in the sunlight like tiny jewels. Birds chirped melodiously from the branches of the trees, adding a symphony of nature's music to the tranquil ambiance.

As the morning progressed, the gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying with it the promise of a beautiful day ahead. The manicured lawns stretched out like emerald carpets, where anyone would love to wander and lose themselves in the serenity of nature's embrace. In this idyllic setting, the Aarya Mansion stood as a beacon of elegance and grace, its grandeur enhanced by the ethereal beauty of the morning. It was a moment frozen in time, where the world seemed to pause, allowing one to bask in the sheer magnificence.

Inside the mansion, in the main living room which was as magnificent and luxurious as it could be, the air was imbued with an aura of opulence and refinement. The soft glow of chandeliers adorned with sparkling crystals cast a warm radiance upon the plush furnishings and ornate décor. Expansive windows framed breath taking views of the verdant gardens outside, allowing streams of sunlight to filter into the room and illuminate its grandeur. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting various sceneries and beautiful designs, while intricately carved furniture exuded timeless elegance.

A grand piano stood majestically in one corner, its polished surface reflecting the gleam of candlelight, waiting to fill the room with the dulcet tones of music. Plush velvet sofas and armchairs beckoned guests to sink into their embrace, offering comfort amidst the splendour. In this lavish setting, every detail spoke of wealth and refinement, from the shimmering silk draperies to the gleaming marble floors. It was a sanctuary of indulgence, where one could retreat from the world and immerse oneself in the lap of luxury.

Amidst this setting of the main living room, music was blasting, filling the air with pulsating rhythms that seemed to reverberate off the walls. Amidst all that sat a guy dressed in tailored suit which exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, crisp shirt cuffs peeked out from beneath the jacket sleeves, his hair was neatly styled and gelled. His eyes were closed, legs folded on the couch and was trying hard to regulate his breathing by taking deep breaths, it was none other than The Aaditya Aadish Aarya.

Just then the princess of the family, Ruhanika Aadish Aarya descended the stairs all ready and dressed for the day with her bag. She glanced at her watch to see it was just 6:45 AM and was surprised to find her brother who was usually late to breakfast almost everyday, up so early, that too dressed and on noticing further she saw he was trying to do something which seemed like Meditation and it shocked her to no extent as he was a person who was lazy to even brush twice a day. She wanted to check if he was ill because the breakfasts were the only meals of the day where he was excused from being late because that was the only meal her elder brother was absent for.

Ruhanika walked up to the couch her brother was seated on, switched off the music that was blasting through the walls as it was slowly causing everyone a headache. On hearing the absence of the music, Aaditya slowly opened his eyes to find his little sister with a questioning look on her face, she moved forward and placed her palm on his forehead to check if he was ill.

She asked " Bhaiya, are you sick or something, what are you doing??"

" Firstly, I am not sick chiku, and secondly I'm trying to do something called meditation which you successfully ruined " Aditya huffed.

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