Fated Love

Chapter 15

Raghav's Pov

As we were driving towards our mansion, I couldn't help but notice the palpable excitement in Ansh and Aashi, especially Ansh, who seems to have inherited my passion for Cars, among other things. But there's something off with Vaidehi, I'll speak to her once we're alone. I don't want to dampen the kids' spirits during their welcome ceremony, nor do I want them stressed about adult issues.

After a half-hour drive, we arrived at our temporary home in Delhi, where we'll stay for a month before permanently moving to Mumbai. Ansh, Aashi, and Vaidehi need time to finish their current commitments – Ansh and Aashi with their term and Vaidehi with her notice period. Although I could easily relocate them, given it's my hospital and school chain with branches worldwide, I respect Vaidehi's request and her independence. Besides, I can manage my work from here until then. Meanwhile, Ahan will be in Mumbai as Dad and Aarav are in London for Aarav's exams, joining us in Mumbai in the next 20 days. I can't wait to have my whole family under one roof.

Aashi had already succumbed to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep, her small frame curled up peacefully amidst the cushions. Ansh, meanwhile, was engrossed in something on my iPad, his brow furrowed in concentration as he absorbed every detail. The soft glow of the screen illuminated his face, casting a faint blue hue in the dimly lit room.

Beside me, Vaidehi sat lost in her thoughts, her usually vibrant eyes clouded with a shadow of worry. My heart clenched at the sight of her distress. I knew her well enough to sense when something weighed heavily on her mind, and the mere thought of her suffering tugged at my resolve. I hated to see her in any form of distress, and the knowledge that something troubled her filled me with a fierce determination to confront it head-on, to erase whatever caused her pain.

Leaning closer to her, I placed a comforting hand on hers, silently urging her to share her burdens with me. Her fingers intertwined with mine, seeking solace in the warmth of our touch. The lines of worry on her face softened slightly as she met my gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and reluctance.

Author' POV

The Raghav family's temporary residence in Delhi was no ordinary mansion is is no less then a palace; it was a sprawling estate nestled amidst lush greenery on the outskirts of the city. The mansion itself stood as a testament to architectural splendor, with its stately columns, grand entrance, and meticulously manicured gardens that led up to its imposing facade.

Upon entering through the ornate wrought-iron gates, a winding driveway flanked by towering oak trees and vibrant flower beds greeted visitors. The driveway culminated in a circular courtyard adorned with a majestic fountain, its cascading waters creating a soothing melody that echoed throughout the estate.

Ensuring the safety and privacy of the Raghav family was paramount. The estate was guarded round-the-clock by a dedicated team of hundreds security personnel. Clad in smart uniforms and equipped with advanced surveillance systems and weapons, they patrolled the grounds discreetly, maintaining a watchful eye on every corner of the property.

The grand mansion, standing as a beacon of luxury and safety on the outskirts of Delhi, boasted not only opulence but also an unparalleled security system that rivaled even the most fortified institutions. Guarded by highly trained security personnel, the estate was more akin to a fortress under the watchful eye of Raghav.

Surrounding the estate was a formidable perimeter fence, electrified to deter any unauthorized entry. Equipped with advanced motion sensors and infrared cameras, the security system ensured that any movement near the fence triggered an immediate response from the vigilant guards stationed at strategic intervals.

Access to the mansion was tightly controlled through multiple layers of security checks. A sophisticated biometric entry system guarded the main gates, allowing entry only to those whose identities matched pre-approved profiles stored in a secure database. Every member of the family, had their biometric data registered, ensuring seamless access while maintaining stringent security protocols.

For guests and temporary staff, the mansion enforced rigorous screening procedures. Anyone not on the pre-approved list underwent a thorough background verification process conducted by the security team. This included scrutinizing criminal records, employment history, and personal references to ensure the integrity and safety of the household.

Inside the mansion, a state-of-the-art surveillance system monitored every room, corridor, and outdoor area in real-time. High-definition cameras with night vision capabilities provided comprehensive coverage, allowing security personnel to preemptively identify and respond to any potential threats or suspicious activities.

In the event of a security breach or emergency, the security team operated with military precision. They were equipped with advanced communication devices and had access to a centralized command center that coordinated response efforts swiftly and efficiently. Intruders were met with an immediate and decisive response, ensuring the safety of the residents and the integrity of the estate.

The consequences for breaching the mansion's security were severe and uncompromising. Raghav's zero-tolerance policy towards threats meant that any attempt to compromise the safety of his family or the estate would be met with swift and decisive action. And the consequences can as severe as painful death or torture.

Vaidehi's POV

As we drove through the imposing gates and onto the sprawling grounds of the Rajvanshi estate, I felt a surreal sense of awe wash over me. The sheer scale of luxury and security enveloping us left me momentarily speechless. I had always known the Rajvanshis were among the wealthiest families in the world, but experiencing this level of opulence firsthand was overwhelming. It felt like stepping into another realm, where every detail spoke of wealth and power. The security measures were so stringent that it seemed we had more guards than even the Prime Minister himself—an astonishing realization that highlighted the magnitude of Raghav's influence and responsibility.

Glancing at Raghav, who was patiently indulging their questions and pointing out interesting features of the estate, I couldn't help but marvel at his unwavering dedication to our family's well-being. His ability to navigate the complexities of our lives with such grace and assurance never ceased to amaze me. Yet, beneath the mask of admiration and gratitude I wore, a knot of guilt and sorrow gnawed at my heart.

The recent days had been tumultuous, marked by decisions and changes that had deeply impacted our family. Despite Raghav's constant reassurances, I couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy as a mother. The responsibilities and uncertainties weighed heavily on me, but it was overshadowed by the outward joy of our children's excitement.

Seeing Ansh engrossed in conversation with Raghav, his eyes alight with enthusiasm over something technical, stirred a bittersweet pang within me. They shared a bond over their shared passions, a connection that brought them closer despite meeting only recenty. Meanwhile, Aashi nestled peacefully in Raghav's arms, her small form radiating innocence and contentment—an image that both warmed and troubled my heart.

I sensed Raghav's gaze on me, filled with concern and unspoken love. His presence was a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions brewing inside me. Yet, as much as I longed to confide in him, to articulate the doubts and insecurities that plagued me, I hesitated. How could I burden him further with my inner turmoil when he already carried so much on his shoulders?

As we stepped into our temporary home within the mansion's grand Entrance, I made a silent resolve to find a moment alone with Raghav. Tonight, amidst the celebrations and the joyous chaos of our children, I would seek solace in his understanding. For now, I offered him a reassuring smile, silently grateful for his unwavering support and the promise it held.

The children, Ansh and Aashi, were beside themselves with excitement as we stepped out of the car. The guards, with their impeccable uniforms and serious demeanor, opened the car doors with a practiced efficiency that highlighted their dedication to security. While their professionalism was unquestionable, it also made me uncomfortable—I had always prided myself on being independent and doing things on my own.