Forever Entwined

chapter 1 : back to home

Devaansh's pov
-New delhi 'India'-

Just like any other day ,I wake up to silence.The only sound is the shuffle of my slippers beneath my feet. I'm greeted by the familiar emptiness of my apartment. No chatter, no laughter, no arguments. Just me.

The city outside is bustling, but here inside, it's just me and my reflections.

people adapt the habit of talking to themselves after living in the emptiness of those four walls

But did I ?

It's a no

I have always been the one who would prefer silence but years of this silence and somehow I started hating the idea of loneliness as well.

I try to fill the void with TV shows and books, but they're just temporary distractions. The loneliness creeps back in, like a chill on a winter night.

I wonder what it's like to have someone to share this space with. To have someone to laugh with, to cry with, to build a life with. But that's a luxury I don't have.

Family?

There's not a chance in seven lives that I would want The Rajput family to fill in this void

So I continue to live in this silence, finding comfort in the familiar routine. I learn to appreciate the small things - a good cup of coffee, a beautiful sunset, a warm bath.

And sometimes, in the quiet moments, I hear my own voice whispering back to me. 'You're not alone. You're just waiting.'

Rajasthan - Jaipur

A cheerful lady in her late 40's roam in the whole house , peering the whole decorations with keen interest

"Ahaana ji , take some rest too or else our Dev will have to witness a tired mom after six years"

"apnay Dev k liye nahi thaq sktay hum"

The other lady - Shalini Sumesh Rajput - second bahu of the Rajput's shook her head, letting her bhabhi enjoy the moments she awaited.

(I can never be tired for my Dev)

The Rajput's Mansion busted with happiness, preparing for the arrival of their eldest son Devaansh.

Ahaana's pov

The opulent mansion, once filled with laughter and warmth, now echoes with tension and silence. Six long years have passed since our son, Devaansh, left our home, seeking freedom from the suffocating expectations that came with being a part of this wealthy family.

As I stand in the grand foyer, I gaze upon the familiar surroundings with a mix of emotions. The crystal chandelier, the intricate marble flooring, and the lavish artwork all seem to whisper tales of our family's legacy.

But beneath the surface, cracks have formed, threatening to shatter the very foundation of our relationships.

My husband, the patriarch, is busy in his study, avoiding the reality of our son's return. His pride and ego, wounded by Devaansh's departure, still linger. I fear their reunion will be tumultuous.

Our daughter, Saanvi , is anxious, unsure of how to react to her brother's homecoming. Her own struggles with identity and belonging within this family have left her feeling lost.

The staff is abuzz with excitement, preparing for Devaansh's arrival. The aroma of his favorite dishes wafts from the kitchen, carrying memories of happier times.

As I oversee the preparations, my mind races with worries. Will Devaansh's return heal the wounds of the past, or will it reopen them? Can we find a way to bridge the gaps between us, or will the weight of our expectations crush us once more?

The sound of the doorbell breaks the silence, signaling his arrival. My heart races as I make my way to the entrance, a mix of emotions swirling within me. Will this be a new beginning, or a continuation of the same old patterns? Only time will tell.

Thank you !