Ishan woke up one day in hospital only to know he have lost 6 years of memories because of his accident.
He meet his older brother Rohit bhai but didn't see his Virat bhai, He meet his other older brother Hardik bhai with Rahul who he don't remembe...
Shubman entered his room, the familiar surroundings offering little comfort. His eyes immediately fell on the drawer where he kept Vihaan’s photograph, hidden from everyone else but always close to him. With trembling hands, he pulled out the photo, staring at the image of his son, his sunshine, whose light had been cruelly extinguished far too soon.
The memory of that day, the day that shattered his world, was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. The loss was still fresh, an open wound that refused to heal. He had lost so much in that single moment—his parents, his sister, and his little Rihaan. The grief was suffocating, an unrelenting darkness that clouded his heart.
Shubman whispering to himself. "Vihaan... We.. miss you.. I miss you..."
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He remembered the first time he had held Vihaan in his arms, just after he was born.
There had been an immediate connection, a bond so strong that it felt like Vihaan was a part of his soul.
Unlike Ayansh, who had always clung to Ishan, Vihaan had always wanted Shubman.
The little boy would light up every time Shubman entered the room, his tiny hands reaching out for him, his innocent eyes filled with trust and love.
Shubman’s heart ached as he relived those precious moments, memories now tainted by the tragedy that followed. He closed his eyes, and the painful flashback of that horrific day surged through his mind.
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It was raining heavily that night, the sky dark and foreboding. Shubman’s parents and sister, Shahneel, were seated in the back seat of the car, with Vihaan cradled in his grandmother’s arms. Shubman sat in the passenger seat, while Ishan was driving. Ayansh, thankfully, was at Rohit’s house for some reason, safe from the events that would unfold.
The drive had been tense. Ishan, in one of his stubborn moods, was speeding down the wet roads, ignoring everyone’s pleas to slow down.
Shubman yell in frustration "Ishan, slow down! Tum samajh rahe ho na kitna dangerous hai? Baccha gaadi dheere chalao!"
But Ishan wasn’t listening. His focus was solely on the road ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he drove faster and faster.
Shubman’s anger was rising with every passing second, but before he could insist further, it happened.
The car swerved violently as Ishan lost control. The tires screeched against the wet pavement, and within moments, they crashed into the barrier on the side of the road.
The impact was brutal, the sound of metal crushing against metal filling the air.
Shubman’s head snapped back, hitting the seat with a force that momentarily stunned him. When he regained his senses, the world around him was eerily silent, except for the pounding rain.
Shubman look back side. "Maa! Papa! Shahneel!"
He turned around in his seat, calling out to his family, but they didn’t respond. Their eyes remained closed, unmoving, as if they were merely sleeping.
But deep down, Shubman knew. He knew they were gone.
But no matter how much he pleaded, they didn’t stir.
And then, amidst his desperate attempts to wake his family, he heard it—a soft, weak cry. Shubman’s heart leaped in his chest as he looked down at Vihaan, who was still in his grandmother hand as she is still hold her grandchild tightly.
"Vihaan! Baccha, sab theek hai, main yahan hoon." Shubman take him in his arm.
But then, the crying stopped.
The silence that followed was deafening. Shubman looked down at his son, his little Vihaan, who had stopped moving. The small body in his arms was now still, eerily so. Panic gripped him as he gently shook his son, hoping—praying—that it was just a nightmare.
"Baccha, utho. Vihaan, please... don't do this. Baccha, utho, tumhe kuch nahi hua hai, please."
But no amount of pleading could bring his son back. Vihaan remained motionless, his tiny chest no longer rising and falling with breath. The reality crashed down on Shubman with the force of a thousand storms. He had lost his sunshine. His Vihaan was gone.
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Shubman opened his eyes, the memory too painful to bear. The tears he had been holding back finally spilled over, streaming down his face as he clutched the photograph of Vihaan to his chest.
Shubman choked with emotion. "Yeh sab Ishan ki wajah se hua… sab uski zidd ki wajah se."
The anger that had simmered beneath the surface all these months surged up, mixing with the grief and guilt that had plagued him since that day. It was Ishan’s fault. His stubbornness, his recklessness had taken everything from Shubman—his parents, his sister, his son. The family he had once cherished was now gone, all because Ishan refused to listen.
But even as the anger flared, it was tempered by the painful reality that he couldn’t change the past. No matter how much he blamed Ishan, it wouldn’t bring his family back. It wouldn’t bring Rihaan back.
And yet, despite everything, Shubman couldn’t bring himself to hate Ishan entirely. After all, Ayansh was still there, still needed Ishan in his life. The bond between father and son was unbreakable, even if Ishan couldn’t remember it.
When Ayansh had fallen ill with that high fever, it had only been Ishan’s presence that brought the boy back from the brink. It was then that Shubman realized that no matter how much pain Ishan had caused, he couldn’t take Ayansh’s father away from him.
Shubman said softly, to the photo. "Vihaan, your brother missed you… main tumhe waada karta hoon ki main Ayansh ko tumhari kami mehsoos nahi hone doonga. Lekin Ishan ko maaf karna… yeh kitna mushkil hai, tum nahi samajh sakte."*
He gently placed the photograph back in the drawer and wiped away his tears. The pain would always be there, lingering like a shadow over his heart. But for Ayansh’s sake, for the sake of the son he still had, Shubman knew he had to find a way to coexist with Ishan, even if the scars of the past never fully healed.
With a heavy heart, Shubman stood up and walked towards Ayansh’s room, where Ishan was still sitting by the crib, watching over their son. As he entered, Ishan looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and sorrow. He didn’t remember, but Shubman did. And for now, that would have to be enough.
Shubman quietly "Ishan, tumhe yaad nahi hai, lekin tumne jo kiya uske bawajood, tum Ayansh ke liye sab kuch ho. Aur uski khushi ke liye, we have to be together."
Ishan nodded, not fully understanding but sensing the depth of Shubman’s words. The road ahead would be long and difficult, but for Ayansh, they would walk it together.
And maybe, just maybe, they would find a way to heal.
