"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much...
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After four years,
The Rajvansh Palace stands as an epitome of grandeur and elegance, its imposing structure reflecting the family's wealth and status. The once warm and welcoming home now feels like a well-oiled machine, each member busy with their own responsibilities and ambitions.
In the past four years, the Rajvansh Palace has been abuzz with the usual morning activities. Amid the opulence and grandeur, the intricate dynamics of the family unfold. Many things changed for good. Many things changed for bad, and something just remained as it was.
The air, however, was heavy with a lingering tension that had become the new normal over the past four years.
Anjana is in the kitchen, meticulously preparing breakfast. Her movements are efficient but lack the joy they once had. She wears a simple yet elegant sari, her hair tied back neatly. The dark circles under her eyes hint at sleepless nights and unspoken worries. She places a tray of food on the counter and glances at the clock, her expression one of quiet resignation.
Siya enters the kitchen where Anjana is preparing breakfast. She moves with a gentle grace, her eyes warm and kind. She waits until she is sure Advait is out of earshot before approaching her jiji with a soft smile.
Siya whispered, " Jiji, I made some masala tea for you. I know how much you like it."
She looks up, her face softening at Siya's kindness. She accepts the tea with a grateful nod.
Anjana softly said, "Thank you, Siya. You always think of me." Siya smiles, giving her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before quickly moving away as footsteps approach.
Hriday enters the kitchen, his presence commanding and authoritative. He is dressed in a sharp suit, ready for another demanding day at the office. His demeanor towards her is distant, almost cold, as he addresses her.
He curtly said, "Mrs. Rajvansh, the reports for today's meeting need to be ready by noon. Don't forget to review the marketing and digital accounts as well."
She nods silently, her eyes briefly meeting his before looking away. Both feel the weight of each other’s expectations and the emotional chasm between them.
Advait entered the dining room, engrossed in his phone. He is dressed casually, his expression detached. He's now the COO of Rajvansh industries and is usually absorbed in his business, rarely engaging with family matters unless absolutely necessary. He walks past Anjana with a curt nod, barely acknowledging her presence towards his seat beside his mother.
Jay, the youngest Rajvansh, walks into the dining room with an air of aloofness. He is dressed in a business suit, ready for a day at the family company. In these past years, his interactions are minimal and formal, his focus entirely on his professional responsibilities.
