The afternoon sun cast long shadows in the sleek, modern offices of the four brothers. Each had carved out a niche in the family business, their individual cabins reflecting their personalities. Rudraksh’s office was minimalist yet commanding, filled with books on leadership and strategy. Shaurya’s space was more inviting, adorned with photographs of his travels. Shivansh’s cabin had a blend of creativity and chaos, with sketches and notes strewn about, while Rajveer’s room was a vibrant mix of youthful energy, showcasing his passion for technology.
As they focused on their tasks, the atmosphere shifted when their secretaries entered, looking unusually serious. “ Sir, your father has called for you urgently at home,” one of them announced, her tone leaving no room for questions.
Without a second thought, the brothers exchanged puzzled glances and gathered their things. Something was clearly amiss. They rushed to their family mansion, an imposing structure that loomed over the landscape like a guardian of their legacy.
Once inside, they were greeted by the familiar, yet tense, silence of the grand foyer. The brothers instinctively congregated, confusion written across their faces.
“What do you think it’s about?” Rajveer asked, his youthful curiosity piqued.
“I don’t know, but it can’t be good,” Shivansh replied, his brows furrowed.
Shaurya shrugged, trying to lighten the mood. “Maybe he just wants to discuss the quarterly reports.
Their banter fell silent as their father entered the room, his expression grave. He gestured for them to sit on the plush couch in the living room. The brothers obeyed, a sense of foreboding settling in the air.
Once they were settled, their father, a man of authority with an imposing presence, looked at each of them. “I appreciate you coming so quickly,” he began, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “I have an important matter to discuss.”
Rudraksh leaned forward, his irritation brewing. “What is it, Dad?” he asked, his tone clipped.
“I’ve chosen a girl for you to marry, Rudraksh,” their father stated matter-of-factly. “This is non-negotiable.”
The room fell silent as Rudraksh’s expression darkened. “You can’t be serious,” he snapped, anger surging within him. “You’re arranging my marriage? You know I hate womens and you want me to marry one.
“Rudraksh, this is for the good of the family,” his father replied, maintaining his composure.
“For the good of the family?” Rudraksh echoed, his voice rising. “What about what I want? You never listen to me!”
The tension in the room escalated, the brothers exchanging worried glances. Shaurya opened his mouth to intervene, but Rudraksh had already stood up, his fists clenched. “I’m done with this,” he said, his voice cold. “I won’t be forced into a life I don’t want.”
Without another word, he stormed out of the room, his footsteps heavy against the polished floor. The remaining brothers remained silent, the weight of their father’s decision hanging heavily in the air.
“What just happened?” Rajveer finally whispered, his youthful face a mixture of confusion and concern.
Shivansh shook his head, glancing toward the door where Rudraksh had exited. “This isn’t going to end well.”
Their father sighed, his expression a mix of frustration and disappointment. “I only want what’s best for him,” he said, though the words felt hollow in the charged atmosphere.
Shaurya leaned forward, concern etched across his features. “Dad, can’t you see this is pushing him away? He needs to make his own choices.”
Their father’s gaze hardened. “This is how it’s done in our family. Tradition is important.”
“Tradition shouldn’t come at the cost of our happiness,” Shivansh countered, his voice steady.
The brothers fell silent again, each lost in their thoughts. The rift was growing, and they all felt it—the pressure of expectations threatening to fracture the fragile bond they shared.
Meanwhile, in his room, Rudraksh paced back and forth, his mind racing. The walls felt like they were closing in, the weight of his father’s decision suffocating. He couldn’t accept this. He wouldn’t. With a deep breath, he clenched his jaw, determined to find a way to reclaim his life, even if it meant going against everything he had ever known.
On the other side in Banaras.
Naina stood at the front of her classroom, her voice flowing effortlessly as she explained the intricacies of tenses. The room was filled with the soft murmur of young minds absorbing the lesson, their eyes bright with curiosity. She loved teaching; it was more than just a job to her—it was a calling.
As she illustrated the difference between past, present, and future tenses, a small hand shot up in the air. “ Miss Naina!” called out Aarav, a bright-eyed boy with an infectious grin. She smiled and nodded at him to speak.
“I want to marry you!” he declared boldly, his innocence radiating through the classroom like a beam of sunlight. Laughter erupted from his classmates, but naina was taken aback. She chuckled, her heart warming at his innocent affection.
“Aarav,” she said, kneeling down to his level, “that’s very sweet of you, but you’re still young. We have so much to learn and experience first. Love can wait, don’t you think?”
His face fell slightly, but he nodded, trying to understand. “But you’re the best teacher ever!” he insisted, trying to make his case.
“I appreciate that,” she replied gently. “But right now, let’s focus on our tenses. One day, when you’re older, you’ll understand love a little differently.”
The bell rang, signaling the end of the class, and as the children filed out, Naina felt a mix of joy and nostalgia. Aarav’s innocent proposal reminded her of the simplicity of childhood emotions, a stark contrast to the complexities of adult relationships.
After the class ends she went to her old spot nagesh sisodiya's house their all time place where all her friends are sitting together taking about there day.
"What's going on guys Aaj sab present hai" she said being happy seeing her friends
(Translation:- everyone is present today)
"Aaiye aaiye mohtarma Aaj to badi khush lag rhi hai kahin aapke sapne kai rajkumar nai propose to nhi kr diya " Mahi asked playfully.
(Translation:- Come, come, miss! You look very happy today. Did a prince in your dreams propose to you?)
"Arey mahi ky tu bhi na isse kaun karega ise to padhane se fursat hi nhi iska pati bhi isse bolega ki, janeman kitna kitabo ko padh ti rahogi thoda Hume bhi padh lo" Meera said teasinly.
(Translation:- Hey Mahi, who would marry her? She’s so busy teaching that her husband will probably say, 'Darling, how long will you keep reading books? sometime read me a little too!)
Everyone present in room started laughing.
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Precious Desire
RomanceIn a world where power and passion collide, four ruthless brothers embody the essence of Greek gods. Each carries a legacy of strength, charm, and danger. They command both fear and desire. First the fierce leader Second the brooding protector. Thir...
