Shadow of redemption

Aryan's Drama

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The private plane touched down smoothly as Rakshit stepped out, radiating an aura of power and control. His tall, broad frame was dressed in a sharp black suit, tailored to perfection, exuding cold elegance. The crisp white shirt beneath highlighted his strong build, while his polished shoes reflected his ruthless nature. As he strode forward, his presence alone was enough to make heads turn and hearts race. His icy demeanor and the commanding aura he carried left no doubt — he was untouchable, both in power and appearance.

Entering his Lamborghini, with Raj by his side, Rakshit stared out of the window as the streets of Delhi blurred past. His mind wavered between the warmth he craved from Aaravi and the harsh reality of his world. Heart and mind at war — he longed to see her, to know she was safe, but his arrogance reminded him she could never be part of his life. Arriving at his penthouse, Raj informed him of their evening meeting at the Royal feast restaurant, a place known for its security. Dismissing Raj, Rakshit remained caught in his emotional turmoil, torn between his desire for peace and the ruthless empire he had built.

In other part of Delhi,
As the sun set behind Hope Hospital, Aaravi and Mr. Rajesh Kapoor walked toward the parking lot, discussing a recent patient case. As they got into the car Aaravi had a sparkle in her eyes, eager for a family dinner outing. She had heard about a new restaurant in town called  "The Royal Feast"  and was dying to go.

"Dad, we have  to go tonight!" Aaravi whined like a little girl, clutching her father’s arm as they entered the house. "I’ve heard so much about The Royal Feast. Please, Dad!"

Mr. Kapoor, chuckling, replied, "I’m okay with it, beta, but you know your brother won’t agree. You’ve just recovered from your cold, and your hand is still bandaged. Aryan’s going to say no for sure."

Aaravi pouted, scrunching her nose. “But I’m fine now, Papa! I  need  a change of scenery. I feel like I’ve been cooped up for days.”

Mr. Kapoor sighed and gave in, “Okay, we’ll talk to everyone. Let’s see.”

As they entered the living room, Mrs. Priya Kapoor and Riya were lounging on the couch, giggling about something. Aryan sat nearby, engrossed in his work with his laptop on his lap, his brow furrowed in concentration. Mrs. Kapoor immediately stood up when she saw Aaravi.

"How was your day, beta?" she asked, concerned. “And how’s that hand of yours?”

Riya followed quickly, pulling Aaravi to the couch and making her sit between them. "Does it still hurt? Did you get it checked again?" she asked.

Aaravi, ignoring the questions about her injury, began blinking dramatically at her father, trying to signal him to bring up the dinner plan. Aryan, ever watchful, caught on to her antics.

With one eyebrow raised, he asked, “What happened to your eyes? You look like you’re about to sneeze.”

Aaravi, feigning innocence, blinked even more rapidly. “Nothing, bhai! I’m totally fine!”

Mr. Kapoor, holding back a smile, cleared his throat. "So, I was thinking... it’s been a long time since we’ve had a family dinner outside. How about we go to The Royal Feast tonight?"

Aryan’s eyes widened in immediate protest. He stood up, packing his things. "I have a lot of work. No dinner out for me."

Riya quickly intercepted him, grabbing his arm. “At least listen to Papa first.”

Aryan shook his head, glancing toward Aaravi with narrowed eyes. “Oh, I already know what this is. Papa and Aaravi are colluding to drag us all to this dinner. But I’m telling you now—I’m not going. If she goes, she’ll demand ice cream and spicy chicken, and I’m not allowing it. She  just  recovered from her cold, and her hand is still injured. Home food, it is.”

Aaravi’s face fell, her lips forming a perfect pout. “Bhai, you’re being mean! I’ve been working all week and I just want a change. We never go anywhere anymore!” she said, her tone filled with exaggerated grievance.

Aryan stood firm. "No means no."

Seeing her puppy-dog expression, Aaravi turned her big, pitiful eyes towards everyone else, pleading silently. “Please, let’s goooo...” she begged, looking especially towards Mrs. Kapoor and Riya.

Mrs. Kapoor sighed, amused. “Aryan, let’s just go, or else she’s going to make your life a living hell for the next week.”

Riya added, “She’s right, Aryan. One family dinner won’t kill us.”

Aryan groaned, already sensing where this was heading. “Fine, fine! But I’m staying home. I have work.”

Riya poked him. “You  always  have work. Can’t we have some family time for once?”

Aryan, exasperated, gestured toward Aaravi. “Oh, please, don’t side with your  innocent  sister-in-law. She’s Dracula Number 1, always sucking the life out of me with these demands.”

Aaravi’s face flushed with mock anger, and she threw her hands up, tantrums full force now. "Bhai!! I promise I won’t ask for ice cream or anything spicy! Please, let’s goooo!"

For the next hour, the entire family took turns persuading Aryan. Mrs. Kapoor, Riya, and Mr. Kapoor all took their shots, throwing in bits of emotional blackmail here and there, while Aaravi dramatically rested her head on her mother’s lap, feigning despair.

Mrs. Kapoor teased, “Aryan, if you don’t come, she’ll make your head spin for a week.”

Riya laughed. “More like two weeks! She’ll turn into Drama Queen Aaravi.”

Aryan groaned again but couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his sister pouting and everyone rallying behind her.

Finally, after what felt like a never-ending battle of wills, Aryan threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine! But if she so much as  mentions  ice cream or chicken wings, we’re coming straight home!”

Aaravi squealed in delight, jumping up and hugging her brother tightly. “You’re the best, bhai!!”

Aryan pretended to grumble, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

With that, the Kapoor family was finally ready for their much-needed dinner outing. As they headed toward The Royal Feast, the car was filled with laughter and chatter, the warmth of family wrapping around them all, despite Aryan’s mock protests.

Though the night had begun with complaints, it was ending in the best way possible—with love, laughter, and a little bit of indulgence.

As the Kapoor family set out for dinner, the night was bound to be lively. They had split into two cars. Mr. and Mrs. Kapoor were in one, with Aaravi sitting in the back, humming softly, while Aryan and Riya followed in their own car. Before leaving home, Aryan had tried to coax Aaravi into sitting with him and Riya, but she cheekily refused, saying with a teasing smirk, "I don’t want to be the third wheel between the lovely couple!" Aryan rolled his eyes, but Riya chuckled as Aaravi hopped into the other car.

During the journey, Aaravi, sitting between her parents, chatted excitedly, "I’m going to order  so  much tonight! Chicken wings, ice cream, and—"

Mr. Kapoor immediately cut her off, "Aryan will send us back home if you even mention ice cream!"

Mrs. Kapoor sighed, shaking her head in agreement. "You know how your brother is. He’s protective for a reason. Just don’t push his buttons tonight."

Aaravi grinned mischievously. "Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll just give him my puppy eyes, and he’ll agree. He always does!"

Mr. Kapoor exchanged a glance with his wife. "It's going to be a long night, isn't it?"
Mrs. Kapoor chuckled, "Those two are bound to argue again."
The Kapoor family arrived at  The Royal Feast  restaurant, with Aaravi leading the way, her face glowing with excitement. They were escorted to a cozy table near the large window, offering a view of the bustling street outside. The family settled in, chatting happily, while Aaravi’s infectious laughter filled the air, adding a warmth to the atmosphere.

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