"life is unexpected no one knows who you'll meet at what point of your life and what place they'll hold in your life" just like these two people who are about to get tied by unexpected fate
"The golden rays of the morning sun streamed into the room, casting a warm glow on Satakshi's serene face. She was still sound asleep, her soft breaths barely audible in the tranquil room. Darsh, already awake and dressed, sat by the bedside, his gaze lingering on her peaceful expression."
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"With a tender smile, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Ensuring he didn't disturb her, he quietly made his way out. Outside the mansion, Anvi, Darsh's long-time secretary, waited patiently. She straightened her crisp blazer and adjusted her bag before ringing the doorbell. A house helper answered the door, but before they could speak, Rajiv appeared in the hallway. His authoritative presence immediately caught Anvi's attention."
She bowed her head slightly, offering a polite smile: Good morning, sir.
Rajiv gave her a small nod, curiosity flickering in his sharp eyes: Good morning. Tum yahan kaise, beta? Koi emergency hai kya?
Anvi straightened her posture, keeping her tone professional yet respectful: Nhi, sir. Darsh sir ne bulaya hai.
"Rajiv's confusion deepened. Darsh had always maintained a professional distance from personal spaces, and calling his secretary home was entirely out of character. Before Rajiv could ask more, Meenu descended the stairs, her saree flowing gracefully as she moved. She, too, was taken aback at the sight of Anvi standing in their home."
Meenu's brows knit in confusion: beta, tum yha?
"As the two elders discussed, Meenu's mind raced with curiosity. Darsh was known as "THE DARSH BISHT," a name that resonated across industries. Despite his fame and wealth, he was remarkably grounded—he had never employed bodyguards, never summoned his secretary to the house, and preferred driving himself over relying on the many chauffeurs at his disposal. This was entirely unlike him."
"Before Anvi could respond, the sound of deliberate footsteps descending the staircase drew everyone's attention. Darsh appeared, his calm yet commanding aura immediately filling the room. Anvi instinctively bowed her head in respect."
Darsh: Maine bulaya h Anvi ko. Ab se main ghar se kaam karunga.
Meenu, still confused, looked at him for an explanation: Pr kyu?
Darsh walked over to the couch, his tone respectful but resolute as he answered: is haalat m, main satakshi ko akele kse chordh du ghr m?
Meenu tried to protest: hum sab toh h uske sth.
Darsh shook his head gently but firmly: Mujhe pta hai, Maa, aap sb ho, but I want to personally ensure her health.
"Recognizing her son's determination, Meenu sighed, knowing she couldn't argue further. Darsh gestured for Anvi to proceed. Anvi stepped forward with her folder clutched firmly. Her professional tone was respectful yet confident."
