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"Tere nanhe kadmon se mera safar khoobsurat hua, Teri hasi mein hi meri duniya bas gayi, Tu meri khushi, mera guroor hai, Meri shona, tu mere dil ka noor hai."
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Flashback
Twenty years ago...
In a quiet park, under the warm afternoon sun, a young boy of twelve and a girl of eight sat on a weathered bench, their legs swinging as they shared a moment neither of them wanted to end. The boy, Aryan, kept his arm around the girl, drawing her close as he watched her gaze down at her feet, sadness etched into her young face.
"I don't want to go to London," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You're making me leave... you, my beautiful (Aryan's mother), my Navya, and my Bade Papa (Aryan's father)."
Aryan took a deep breath, trying to be strong, even as his own heart felt heavy. He tightened his grip around her, his voice filled with warmth and quiet encouragement. "Butterfly, listen to me very carefully, okay?" he said softly, using the nickname he'd given her, one that had come to mean everything. "I want you to be the most successful woman. For that, you need to go with your parents. I want your name to be known everywhere. When I hear people talk about you, I'll feel so proud, knowing that you're my best friend-my companion."
Aradhya looked up at him, her lip trembling as she searched his eyes, hoping to find even a hint of reluctance that mirrored her own. "I understand... but I don't want to go," she murmured, her voice breaking as she fought to keep her composure.
He reached out, gently wiping away the tear that had slipped down her cheek. "But you have to, Butterfly," he said, his voice soft and steady, though it carried the weight of his own sadness. "By the time you come back, I'll have worked hard too. I'll be powerful and successful, and you'll be proud of me, just like I'll be proud of you."
"Promise?" she asked, her tiny hand extending towards him in a small, hopeful gesture.
"Promise," he replied, placing his hand over hers, his gaze holding hers with quiet intensity. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, sealing their promise.
