The days rolled on with a newfound routine. Abhimaan, Nandini, and Snowy met regularly in the garden, a secret rendezvous they thought no one else knew about. Unbeknownst to them, both Nitya and Vikrant were aware of these meetings. Vikrant was happy with the development, sensing the bond growing between Abhimaan and Nandini. Nitya, on the other hand, was contemplating having a talk with Nandini about it.
Abhimanyu and Nitya's playful rivalry was in full swing. One afternoon, they got into a heated argument over something trivial-a missing pen, of all things. Abhimanyu accused Nitya of hiding it just to annoy him, while Nitya defended herself with equal fervor, claiming he was just careless. Their banter escalated, drawing amused glances from Jaanvi, Aarav, and Siya, who enjoyed their Tom and Jerry-like antics.
In his mafia role, Abhimaan had to deal with a betrayer who had compromised their operations. The scene was intense and brutal. Abhimaan, with a cold fury, tortured the traitor relentlessly. His knuckles bled from the repeated blows, but he didn't stop until he was satisfied with the punishment meted out.
One evening, as usual, Abhimaan, Nandini, and Snowy met in the garden. Nandini immediately noticed the bruises on Abhimaan's knuckles. "What happened to your hand?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
"It's nothing serious," Abhimaan replied, attempting to brush it off. But Nandini's glare was unwavering. She wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Abhimaan!," she insisted sternly, taking his hand gently. Abhimaan, realizing there was no escaping her determination, led her and Snowy to his room. There, she carefully cleaned and bandaged his knuckles, her touch tender and precise. Snowy watched from the bed, his small eyes following every movement.
Vikrant and Nandini's bond continued to grow. Vikrant, who had always wanted a sister, found in Nandini someone he could confide in and care for. They spent time together, sharing stories and offering support, their relationship strengthening with each passing day.
Saturday Evening
As Saturday evening approached, the royal mansion buzzed with activity. Geetanjali and Megha, feeling the absence of the lively group, asked Naina to invite the girls for dinner.
Naina, smiling at the thought, agreed. "It's been a while since we all sat down together. I'll make sure they come."
That evening, the mansion was filled with laughter and warmth as everyone gathered for dinner. Nandini, Nitya, Riddhi, and Siddhi arrived, adding to the lively atmosphere.
The family enjoyed a wonderful meal, and sharing stories and chattering after meal strengthening their bonds.
After dinner, everyone settled in the living hall. Snowball, who had been playing with his ball while others were eating, now snuggled up to Nandini. The bond between them was evident, with Snowball looking utterly content in her lap.
As the conversation flowed around them, Geetanjali observed the scene quietly. Although she wasn't particularly fond of Snowball, she couldn't deny the joy the kitten brought into the household, especially in Abhimaan's life. Watching Abhimaan and Snowball banter was a sight that softened her heart. It was as if the playful interactions between the two brought out a side of Abhimaan that she hadn't seen in years-the carefree, childlike joy that was often overshadowed by his responsibilities.
Geetanjali decided to let go of her reservations, appreciating how Snowball was bringing happiness and a sense of lightness to her son. The evening was filled with warmth, laughter, and a sense of togetherness that everyone cherished.
Adhiraj, Abhimaan's grandfather, usually kept to himself, quietly observing the household dynamics. However, he couldn't help but notice the subtle changes-the lightness in Abhimaan's demeanor and the growing closeness between him and Nandini.
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Monster's Queen 👑
Romancea story of fire and water As Abhimaan drew closer to Nandini, her composure wavered despite her efforts to maintain a facade of indifference. Her heart raced as he neared, his presence casting an undeniable impact on her. She looked at him, her voic...