Welcome to the story of Ayan Rajvansh and Arya Rathore-a tale of love, heartbreak, and hidden secrets.
Arya Rathore: Once a cheerful, bubbly girl who cared deeply for everyone, Arya has transformed into a strong but emotionless woman, burdened by a...
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"Aru, maine tumhara favorite mathiya right wale box mein pack kar diya hai, jo bhujiya ke bagal mein hai, aur tumhara pasandida kachche aam ka achar left wale box mein yellow bag mein rakha hai. Pahunchte hi saari cheezein dhang se nikaal lena, samjhi?" Mumma's voice rang with her typical fussing, clear through the phone.
I grinned, rolling my eyes even though she couldn't see me. "Okay Mumma, samajh gayi. Main sab kar lungi jaise aapne bola," I assured her, sensing the worry beneath her words. This must've been the tenth time she'd gone over the instructions. She still thought I couldn't manage without her, and while she wasn't entirely wrong, I'd like to believe I could at least try.
"Apna dhyaan rakhna Aru, koi masti nahi, aur agar Nani-Nana se koi shikayat mili toh–"
"Toh phir main tumhe aur tumhare bewakoof bhai ko nahi chhodungi!" I cut her off, knowing the line by heart now, finishing it for her. She giggled at my interruption, and her laughter warmed me like a hug. We chatted a bit longer, until my flight was announced. "Jab pahunch jao toh phone zarur karna, aur happy journey, beta!" she reminded me, like every time.
The familiar parental worry, the tenderness, their way of being overprotective—it all brought a pang of love and reassurance as I boarded the plane. This trip to Rajasthan, to my nani's home, was a dream I'd been waiting for. Finally, I was off to my beloved Udaipur. I took my seat by the window, pulling out The American Roommate Experiment from my bag, and soon lost myself in the book.
As the plane touched down, my heart skipped a beat. The vibrant energy of Rajasthan awaited, the same place that I'd romanticized countless times. I grabbed my bags and practically ran out, searching for my brother.
"Bhaiii!" I yelled, spotting him amidst the crowd, and barreled straight into his arms.
"Monkey!" he laughed, hugging me back. "Welcome to Udaipur!"
He led me to the car, chattering nonstop as we drove to Suryawanshi Haveli, our nani's ancestral home. The sight of the haveli, grand and elegant, left me in awe. The carved pillars, the intricate stonework—Rajasthan's heritage was alive here, embedded in every corner.
"Arey, ab mahal ko hi dekhti rahogi ya apni Nani-Nanu se bhi milogi?" teased a familiar voice.
I turned to see Nani and Nanu standing with open arms, faces filled with love. I rushed over to touch their feet, hugging them tight.
"Nani-Nanu! Kaise ho aap dono? I missed you so much!"
Nani chuckled, "Tum hamare pair mat chhuao, bachi. Tum toh devi ho, yaad hai na?" Her laughter and affectionate patting brought a sense of belonging, a place where I was cherished beyond words.
