To the outside world, the Raghuvanshi family appeared as the epitome of perfection. They seemed happy, content, and the envy of many, with their close-knit bond and comfortable lifestyle. But behind the closed doors of their home, a very different r...
Ishani walked through the front door, her body heavy with exhaustion. The house - a place others might call their home - felt more like a hollow shell to her. It was a constant reminder of the past she desperately wanted to forget.
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She made her way up the stairs, her footsteps echoing softly against the wooden steps. Her destination: her room, the only place in the house where she felt somewhat remotely comforted.
Ishani entered her room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She let out a weary sigh, sinking onto the edge of her bed. The room was silent, the shadows of the evening cast across the walls.
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She closed her eyes briefly, trying to push away the memories that haunted her mind. But they persisted, the past refusing to stay buried.
Ishani sat down in front of her laptop, her fingers poised above the keys. She took a deep breath, her mind already shifting into a different realm. Stories, her only escape from the harsh realities she faced daily, beckoned to her.
She started typing, her words flowing onto the screen in a steady stream. The sounds of the keys clicking filled the room, like a rhythmic soundtrack to her escape. The characters in her stories came alive on the page as she poured her emotions and experiences into them.
She lost herself in the world she created, the hours slipping away as she immersed herself in the stories. In this moment, she wasn't Ishani, the troubled girl trapped in a life she never chose. She was a writer, conjuring tales of triumph, love, and adventure.
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Vedika burst into the kitchen, her face beaming with excitement. She had a new idea for a dessert that she couldn't wait to share with Siya.
"I'm going to make baingan ka halwa today!" Vedika announced with a grin, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Siya, who had been listening, couldn't help but nervously chuckle at her sister-in-law's enthusiasm. She reached out and lightly pinched Vedika's cheeks, a playful gesture of affection.
"Vah kya idea hai mind-blowing , per kya hai gulab jamun already ready hai to jyada heavy ho jaega toh rehe de next time " a nervous smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
" Koi nai phir kabhi" Vedika pretended to pout.
Siya and Vedika stopped their banter, their attention shifting towards the voice coming from outside. They exchanged a confused glance, wondering who it could be.
"Who's that?" Vedika whispered, her curiosity piqued.
"I'm not sure. Let's go check." Siya shrugged, her eyebrows furrowing in puzzlement.
As Siya and Vedika stepped out, they saw a man seated in the living room, engaged in conversation with the entire family. He seemed at ease, his presence comfortable among them.
Siya's eyes scanned him curiously, trying to guess who he was and why he was there. The rest of the family seemed to know him well, their voices carrying a warm, familiar tone as they spoke to him.
As if sensing their presence, the man turned around, and to their surprise, they realized it was none other than Sachin das aka mama of the three brothers.
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Sachin das Age 49 A well known politician. Warm hearted , kind, everyone's favourite specially rajveer's. Earlier used to stay in utter pardesh.
(Dekho kitne aache hu mama ji ko bhi handsome banaya *proud author*)
His familiar face broke into a warm smile as he spotted them standing there.
"Ah, there you are," Mama Ji said, his voice friendly and relaxed.
"I've been waiting to see you both."
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The pictures belongs to the real owner only story lines are mine and if there are some grammatical mistakes plss ignore it yaar see you all in next chapter pookie... 🎀 ❤️
