Jhanvi Rathore.
She was as normal as they got, besides the fact that she had no friends.
Jhanvi, an overachiever, academic weapon, she thought she was just a normal indian teenager, but she wasnt.
The De Santis family, also known as the italian ma...
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I walked through the door, school bag slung over my shoulder, and made a beeline for my room. Dropping my bag on the floor, I immediately opened my books. Advanced calculus stared back at me, a puzzle waiting to be solved. I loved the challenge, the way each equation demanded my full attention.
My mom, Dhriti, peeked her head into my room, a familiar sight. "Kitna padhai karegi, Jhanvi? Take a break, beta,"(How much studying will you do? take a break sweetheart) she said, her voice laced with concern. "Itna padhai se kuch nahi hoga. Balance zaroori hai." (Nothing will happen with this much stdying, blance is nessecry)
I looked up, slightly guilty. "I know, Ma, but I need to do well. I got full marks on my test today."
Mom's face lit up with pride. "Full marks! That's amazing, beta. But still, bahut padhai bhi acchi nahi hai. Tumhe thoda rest bhi karna chahiye." (a lot of studying is not good, you should rest too)
I sighed and nodded. "Alright, Ma. I'll take a break soon."
After another hour of studying, my mom came back in. "Jhanvi, can you go to the market and get some eggs? I want to make something special for dinner."
"Sure, Mumma," I said, closing my books and stretching. "I could use a break."
I grabbed my phone and some money, slipping the familiar ring onto my finger. It was a gift from my mom, something I'd always worn. Heading out into the bustling streets of Gurgaon, I scrolled through my phone, catching up on messages and updates.
As I neared the local market, a convoy of black cars caught my eye. They looked important, probably some VIP. I barely gave them a second thought until one of the cars slowed down. Inside, a man was scanning the surroundings, and he seemed to fixate on something—on me. I shrugged it off and continued walking.
Entering the grocery store, I greeted the owner with a smile. "Sharma Uncle, aap kaise hain?" (how are you?)
"Jhanvi! Main theek hoon. Tum kaise ho? School kaisa chal raha hai?" Sharma Uncle asked, his kind eyes twinkling behind his glasses. (I am fine, how are you? how's school?)
"Main theek hoon, Uncle. School busy hai, jaise hamesha. Aaj mere test mein full marks aaye," I replied, placing a carton of eggs on the counter. (I'm fine, school is busy as always, I got full marks in my test)
"Full marks? Wah, Jhanvi! Tum toh apni maa ka naam roshan karogi," Sharma Uncle said, ringing up my purchase. (You will make your mother proud)
Just as he was about to hand me the bag, the door to the shop swung open with a sense of urgency. A tall, imposing man walked in, his eyes locking onto me. He approached with a mix of determination and, oddly, hostility.
"Excuse me," he said sharply. "Where did you get that ring?"
I ignored him assuming he was talking to someone else untill he tapped on my shoulder this time more impatient.
"Excuse me," He looked at me sharply. "where did you get that ring?" he asked once again.
I looked up, startled and slightly unnerved. His intense gaze was unsettling. I didn't answer, just stared back at him, confused and defensive.
Sharma Uncle, sensing the tension, stepped in. "Sab theek hai, Jhanvi?" (is everything fine Jhanvi?)
"haan uncle, I just need to go home." (yes uncle) I say and i turn to go home completly ignoring the forigner.
I thought that he wanted to know where he could buy it form after all that is what most tourists ask but I didn't want to ahve the whole "My fathe rleft it too me before dissapering" talk with a stranger.
The man ran afetr me this time angrier. he stopped in front of me and grabbed my shoulder. His dark green eyes peirced into my own brown eyes.
"I aksed you a question." His words cut through the air. "Where.did.you.get.the.ring." he empahsised on each word
"My father left it too me" I say simply hoping that he would leave me be.
"I see and where is your father?" The man asked his voice still cold and calculating.
"I don't know and I don't care" I say annoyed looking up at him. Damn, I didn't know I could do that.
"You- you don't know?" He asked hesitantly. I nodded confirming his question.
"can I see it?" he asked his gaze softened a bit and his voice too. it felt familliar. Like i've heard the voice before.
I slowly lift my hand up to show the ring resting on my finger. He reaches out for the ring running his hand over it. he stops at the engraving.
"J.D.S" he said softly. "Do you know what it means?" He asked looking at me
"No, I presume its my father last name" I say still annoyed with him. I had to study for my exam and here this useless tourist is taking up my time.
"It- it stands for Jhanvi De Santis" He said hesitantly.
I absorbed the information. Who the fuck was Jhanvi De Santis? I only know a Jhanvi Rathore and that's me.
"Look Mister, you ahve the worng person, my name is Jhanvi Rathore" I say. his eyes widened as if it confirmed his suspiscions even more.
"Bambina" he said softly touching my arm.
"Kya hai yaar? Kya Bambina?" I ask sharp and annoyed. (What is it? what bambina?)
"you're my sister" he said softly
I shook my head slowly, my eyes never leaving the stranger. "I... I don't understand," I finally managed to say, my voice trembling.
The man took a step closer, his expression softening just a bit. "You need to come with me. We have a lot to talk about."
Fear and confusion warred within me. "I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't even know you."
His eyes softened further, seeing the fear in mine. "I know this is overwhelming, but we've been searching for you for years. That ring is the proof. You are a De Santis."
"How can I trust you huh?" I spat out, my voice like venom. I was done with letting people hurt me over and over.
I clutched the ring protectively, my mind reeling. "I need to talk to my mother," I said, my voice firm despite the turmoil inside.
He nodded, understanding the need for answers. "Alright. But we're not leaving you alone until we get those answers. We'll go with you."
"The hell you will!" I say, no way was I letting this random dude come home with me.
"I am coming with you weather you like it or not bambina" He said stern. He was not budging from his decision, was he?
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A/n:
sooooooo,
Jhanvi found out, and no this isn't like one of those, the lost princess is abused stories, she's happy and healthy.
