Fate Of Twins

27 : The One Who Captured His Heart

INDIA :

In  Rathore Mansion, the morning routine was unfolding with a sense of calm and order. In the bright and spacious dining room, Veena was busy preparing for breakfast. The table was neatly laid out with fine cutlery, and a variety of dishes, all arranged with the help of her maid. The maid moved gracefully around the room, assisting in setting everything up for the meal.

Meanwhile, Avyan, who was dressed impeccably in a three-piece tuxedo, descended the stairs. Despite the formal attire, his demeanor was casual and relaxed, as he was absorbed in typing something on his phone. His footsteps echoed softly in the house as he walked down the staircase, clearly focused on whatever was on his screen.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs and saw his mother, he paused for a moment, looked up from his phone, and gave her a sweet, affectionate smile. His  brown eyes lit up with warmth as he greeted her with a cheerful “Good morning.”

He walked over to Veena and gently wrapped his arm around her for a side hug. This simple yet loving gesture spoke volumes about the deep bond they shared. Veena, in return, placed her hands on his shoulders and he bend little so his mother leaned in to kiss him on the forehead, a gesture of maternal affection that showed her love and care.

They sat on their respective seat. The dining area was set with a variety of breakfast options – perhaps fresh fruits, croissants, eggs, and juices – all laid out beautifully. Veena, with grace , began to serve Avyan, ensuring his plate was filled with all the best choices. She placed the food in front of him with a smile, a quiet reflection of the care and attention she put into his well-being.

They enjoyed each other's company and started their day together at the breakfast table. Veena turned to Avyan with a gentle expression. She paused for a moment, as though thinking about something, before asking, "Avyan, are you free at 5 o'clock?" Her voice was soft, but there was a clear purpose in her tone.

Avyan, sensing that his mother had something on her mind, looked up from his plate. His attention shifted to her, and he raised an eyebrow slightly, curiosity in his eyes. "What happened mom?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Is there something you need, Mom?"
Veena, sensing the concern in Avyan's voice, smiles gently, her expression softening with a hint of warmth. She chuckles softly, as if amused by her own question, before explaining, "Oh, beta , your bua is coming back today." There was a note of excitement and anticipation in her voice.

She continues, her tone thoughtful and calm, "And your dad is not home today." With this, she lets Avyan know that his father would not be around to manage the task of picking up his aunt, adding a slight sense of practicality to the conversation.

Veena looks at Avyan with a reassuring smile, gently asking, "So would you go to pick her up?" Her words were both an invitation and a request. Avyan, who was always willing to help, likely agreed without hesitation, demonstrating his care and responsibility toward his family.

Told you guys he is cutie but just for his close once…..
And for his purple….

After a brief pause, Avyan nods in agreement, his expression calm yet attentive. "Sure, Mom." he responds, clearly ready to help his mother with the task of picking up his aunt.

Once the conversation comes to a close, Avyan finishes his breakfast. He takes his time to savor the meal prepared by his mother, then rises from the table. His actions are purposeful as he pushes his chair back and stands up. He straightens his three-piece tuxedo, adjusts his cuffs, and takes a moment to check the time on his phone. With a slight nod to his mom, and heads toward the door.

Veena watches him with a proud smile, knowing her son is both capable and responsible. Avyan moves with the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to balancing family duties with professional life. As he steps out the door and into the morning, he heads off to his office, his mind shifting from family matters to work.