𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

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Guys after reading the preface now you know why I used a fountain pen as the cover of the book;*I am shy* and the feather part you will get to know soon ;*devil smirk*    

                                                                 Guys after reading the preface now you know why I used a fountain pen as the cover of the book;*I am shy* and the feather part you will get to know soon ;*devil smirk*    

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Author's POV☆             

"Anyaaa," Ananya (Lavanya's mother) shouted from downstairs, 

"Baby, get ready fast, or you'll be late for coaching!"

"Coming, mumma!" 

Lavanya replied, her voice carrying from her room upstairs.

Ananya sighed, worry evident in her tone

"This girl is always running late. How will she manage in the future?"

Lavesh, Lavanya's father, stood in the lavish living room of their grand mansion. 

The large windows allowed sunlight to spill in, illuminating the elegant decor.

With a smile, he walked up to Ananya, wrapping an arm around her waist, and planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Don't worry, jaan. She'll manage. She's our strong girl."

Ananya giggled, trying to wriggle free as a couple of house staff quietly passed by, ensuring the breakfast table was perfectly set. 

"Stop it, Lavesh! You're a father of one-stop acting like a teenager."

Just then, Lavanya appeared at the top of the grand staircase, her hair bouncing as she descended. 

"Good morning, Mumma and Papa!"

 she greeted, a cheerful grin on her face.

Her parents enveloped her in a warm hug.

"Good morning, princess,"

 Lavesh said, his eyes lighting up as he embraced his daughter.

Lavanya pulled back slightly, mischief sparkling in her eyes. 

"You know, Mumma," she teased, 

"Papa still looks at you like you're the girl he met in college."

Ananya's cheeks flushed pink as she tried to hide her smile. 

"Oh, stop it, Lavanya. Your father's just being his usual silly self."

But Lavesh, now leaning back in his chair at the head of the long, polished dining table, grinned like a smitten schoolboy. 

"No, she's right," he said, his voice soft with affection.

"I still remember the first day I saw you—standing in the library, all serious and focused. You had no idea how I couldn't stop staring."

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