Once upon a Time akshnavir

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What if Neil never died
What if Abhinav saved Neil?
What if Neil lost his memory and lived as. Nirav
What if? Abhinav was a prince who hate royally family
What if something happened between Abhinav and his sister that made him leave the palace

In the picturesque city of Udaipur, where the glimmering lakes met the grandeur of palaces, Abhinav and Akshara found themselves preparing for a joyous occasion—Mimi's birthday. Despite her initial hesitation, Akshara had been convinced by Mimi's clever words about celebrating her grandmother's birthday too, and now they were ready for a weekend of festivities with family.

As they drove through the winding streets of Udaipur, excitement buzzed in the air. However, Abhinav's mood shifted dramatically. He became increasingly tense, his breathing becoming labored as a sense of panic washed over him. Akshara, sitting beside him, noticed the change immediately. "Abhinav, are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"I... I don't know," he stammered, struggling to articulate the whirlwind of emotions inside him. The thought of returning to Udaipur stirred up buried memories, and he felt a panic attack looming. Akshara's heart raced as she sensed his distress; she reached for his hand, but it only seemed to escalate her own anxiety.

Just then, their sons, Abhir and Naveer, picked up on the tension. "What's wrong, Dad?" Abhir asked, his youthful innocence shining through. Naveer, always the more observant one, quickly moved to his father's side. "Sit down, Dad. Take deep breaths with us."

Abhinav followed their lead, taking a seat on a nearby bench. The boys guided him through calming exercises, encouraging him to focus on their voices. "Inhale... and exhale," Naveer counted slowly, his gentle demeanor helping to ease the atmosphere.

As Abhinav regained his composure, he turned to Akshara, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and vulnerability. "Akshara, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice shaky. "I haven't been completely honest about my past."

"What do you mean?" she asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

"I'm not who you think I am. I'm not just Abhinav Sharma. I'm actually a prince—from Surajgarh." The weight of his admission hung heavily in the air. "I should have told you this long ago, but every time I thought about it, panic set in."

Akshara's eyes widened in shock. "A prince? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I ran away from my family, my status, everything," he continued, his voice trembling. "My sister accused me of betraying our kingdom. I tried to convince her it was a conspiracy, but she wouldn't listen. That day, I severed all ties with them. They hurt me deeply—so much that I couldn't stand up for myself. I felt like I wanted to die, but something always stopped me."

Tears glistened in Akshara's eyes as she listened to his story. "But why change your name?"

"I removed my surname, Rajvansh, and became Sharma. I wanted nothing to do with them—my name, my past, my identity. When I met you, I was broken, and I thought we could heal each other." He paused, the fear in his eyes returning. "But now I've found out that my family has moved to Udaipur. I'm terrified of facing them again."

Akshara felt a mix of emotions—sadness for his pain and a fierce determination to support him. "You don't have to face them alone, Abhinav. I'm here with you, no matter what. We'll figure this out together." She squeezed his hand tightly, grounding both of them in the moment.

Abhinav looked into her eyes, finding strength in her unwavering support. "I don't deserve you, Akshara. But I promise to do everything to protect our life together."

As they sat side by side, surrounded by the beauty of Udaipur, Abhinav realized he was not just a prince running from his past; he was a man with a loving partner willing to stand by him through thick and thin. Together, they would navigate the challenges ahead, hand in hand, ready to face whatever came their way, united by love and trust.