Dev's POV:
As I stepped into my mother's piano school, the familiar scent of polished wood and laughter enveloped me. This was my sanctuary, my escape from the chaos of Delhi's business world.
Every evening, I'd come here to play with the kids, to rediscover the joy that seemed lost amidst boardrooms and bottom lines. But one child stood out—a bright-eyed boy with hazel orbs that eerily reminded me of... her.
My heart swelled as I watched him giggle, his tiny hands dancing across the piano keys. I'd never told anyone about my connection to this child, not even my mother. It was my secret solace.
"Aarav, my champ!" I exclaimed, scooping him up in a gentle hug.
"Champion! You're here!" he squealed, wrapping his arms around my neck.
Today had been particularly grueling, but Aarav's smile erased all fatigue. We spent the next hour lost in music, our conversations flowing effortlessly.
Aarav's eyes... they're hauntingly familiar. The same hazel hue, the same sparkle that seems to dance in the light. It's as if I'm gazing into the past, reliving memories of her. The shape, the warmth—everything echoes the eyes that once captivated my heart.
And his smile... it's infectious, just like hers was. The way it lights up his face, illuminating the world around him. I find myself drawn to it, helpless against the tide of emotions it stirs. Even the subtle curve of his nose, the gentle contour of his face... it's as if I'm seeing glimpses of her in him. Not identical, but a resonance that speaks directly to my soul.
I never thought I'd experience this again—the flutter in my chest, the sense of being alive. Aarav's presence has awakened something within me, a connection that transcends reason. Perhaps it's the nostalgia, or perhaps it's something more. Whatever the reason, I'm powerless against the bond forming between us. This little boy has become my solace, my refuge from the darkness.
"Champion, I fell while playing soccer today," Aarav said, his eyes sparkling, breaking my chain of thoughts.
"But you got up, right?" I replied, ruffling his hair.
"Yeah! And I scored a goal!"
I chuckled, feeling a sense of pride. "That's my champ!"
As we played, I shared stories of my childhood, of my mother's piano lessons, and the struggles that shaped me. Aarav listened intently, his eyes aglow.
"Champion, why do you like playing piano?" he asked.
"It brings me peace," I said, smiling. "Just like being with you, kiddo."
Our bond was pure, untainted by the world outside. In Aarav's company, I found solace, a chance to be myself—soft, reserved, and genuine.
As the evening drew to a close, I walked Aarav to his security guards.
"Bye, Champion!" he waved.
"Bye, my champ," I whispered, watching him disappear into the evening.
In that moment, I felt whole, my heart filled with a love I thought I'd lost forever. I took a deep breath, letting the piano's soothing melodies calm my mind. Tomorrow would bring another day of chaos, but with Aarav's smile etched in my memory, I was ready to face it.
***********************************************************************************************They are happy to be each other's 'champ' and 'champion'. Isn't that enough? 💌
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