"Love isn’t always gentle; sometimes, it demands strength and courage to endure."
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"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."
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"Let's go inside,"
Agastya said, walking ahead with an air of authority.
Meghna stood there for a moment, staring at him in disbelief. The way he was dictating her every move, controlling her decisions—it was something she could never accept.
She should be free to live wherever she wants, not according to his whims.
But deep down, she knew protesting right now wouldn’t change a thing. If she called her brother, he would only agree with Agastya, reinforcing the control.
So, with a heavy heart and clenched fists, Meghna chose to stay silent, unwilling to start a battle she knew she couldn’t win—not yet.
Meghna followed Agastya inside, stepping into the grand mansion. It was nothing short of breathtaking—every detail screamed luxury.
She knew that Agastya didn’t merely work under his brother; he was equally wealthy in his own right.
A house like this couldn’t belong to just anyone. But despite all the time she had spent with him, there was so much about Agastya's personal life and family that remained a mystery.
As they moved further inside, a woman in her 60s approached them with a warm, welcoming smile.
"Agastya beta, tum log itni der se kaise aaye?"
She asked, her tone full of affection.
[Agastya, son, why did you both arrive so late?]
Meghna’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who was this woman? She didn’t seem like a servant—the familiarity in her voice, the way she addressed Agastya, felt more like family.
Meghna had never seen her before, but she could sense that this woman held an important place in Agastya's life.
Agastya responded casually, "Yes, Aunty. New York’s traffic was a mess today."
While he spoke, Meghna couldn’t help but continue observing. This side of Agastya—comfortable, almost soft in this domestic setting—felt like a stark contrast to the cold, controlled version of him she usually saw.
And yet, the woman’s presence left her with even more questions. Just how deep did Agastya's life go, beyond the surface of what she knew?
The woman turned towards Meghna with a warm smile, her eyes filled with kindness. "How was your journey, Meghna?"
She asked gently, her tone soft and welcoming.
Meghna, still feeling slightly unsettled by her unfamiliar surroundings, forced a polite smile.
There was something comforting in the older woman’s demeanor, yet Meghna couldn’t shake the unease that lingered inside her.
Everything about this place felt different—new, and strange. The woman’s question was simple, but the weight of everything Meghna was processing made it difficult to respond with ease.
Meghna hesitated for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. Forcing a small smile, she replied, "It was fine, thank you."
Her voice was polite, but there was a hint of weariness beneath it.
"She’s Sangeeta Aunty,"
Agastya said, his tone is firm but respectful.
"She’s been living in this house since my childhood. She’ll take care of you while you’re here."
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