The phoenix promise is a supernatural romance that delves into the themes of reincarnation and destiny. Set against a backdrop of mysticism and familial ties, the story follows Khushi and Arnav as they confront the echoes of their past lives that in...
In the bustling streets of Lucknow, a sleek car sped through the lanes.Inside, a woman, Garima Gupta clutched her stomach, her face pale and damp with sweat as she gasped through intense labor pain. Her cries filled the car, her breaths ragged as she tried to steady herself. Dadi clasped her hands together tightly, her face etched with worry. "No, Garima," she said, her voice filled with a strange urgency, "This isn’t auspicious! Not today. Today is inauspicious. The baby can't be born today."
Shashi shot her a fierce look, his frustration and worry boiling over. "Enough, Jiji! Stop this nonsense!" he exclaimed, voice tense. "Can’t you see what’s happening? My wife is in unbearable pain, and all you’re thinking about is your superstitions? Whether today is auspicious or inauspicious, I don’t care. Garima needs us now. That’s all that matters!"
Garima, exhausted and visibly distressed, leaned back, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. “I... I can’t make it to the hospital,”. “The baby... the baby has to be delivered now.” Shashi:“Hold on, Garima,” he said, his voice steady but urgent. “I know a midwife nearby. We can go to her house. She’ll help us.”
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The car screeched to a halt in front of a small, old house. Shashi hurried to open the door, and together they guided Garima inside. The car screeched to a halt in front of a small, old house. Shashi hurried to open the door, and together they guided Garima inside. Moments later, the midwife emerged from the room, her expression a mix of joy and sorrow.
“Congratulations,” she said gently, “you’ve been blessed with twins... but I’m sorry. I couldn’t save one of them.”
As the midwife held the two newborns, she looked at them with confusion, trying to determine which one was the firstborn. Finally, with a hesitant look, she pointed to one of the babies and said, “Ahh… this is the younger one.” The midwife handover the child to them.The sky darkened ominously as a sudden thunderstorm rolled in, lightning illuminating the horizon and heavy raindrops pouring down relentlessly. The thunder echoed through the air, as though nature itself was sending a powerful signal, an unspoken warning of something significant yet to come.
Dadi"devimayya what is this,“Oh my God! This… this must be the beginning of some terrible omen!“Will history repeat itself?”It’s as if everything is heading toward destruction… this storm, these signs.“Something big is going to happen. Devi Maiyya, protect us all from what’s to come.” After ensuring Garima was stable, they left the place with the surviving child.
Flashback ended
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Modern era
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. Khushi was tucked under her blankets, peacefully lost in dreams. Just then, Garima entered, her gentle smile lighting up the space.
