journey to yesterday

chapter 4

Author pov
Ivaan and ishman were sitting on
the bed in they room as ivaan was thinking to find a way to stop this divorce . ivaan got an idea his hardik uncle and his husband rahul uncle . ivaan decided to go they house as it was very near from they house .
Ivaan and ishman came to living room as whatever they four were whispering became quiet .

Ivaan - mumma dada me and ishman are going to hardik uncle house . After finally getting permission they went as hardik and rahul house is close with them . knock the door and rahul ce to greet them they loved they nephew and niece alot . Hardik and Rahul were in the kitchen preparing snacks, chatting about how to help the kids. Ivaan and Ishman sat on the living room sofa, pretending to watch TV, but they kept glancing at the hallway that led to the study.

Ivaan nudged Ishman. "Now’s our chance," he whispered.

Quietly, the two slipped off the couch and tiptoed to the study. The room was dim, with only a sliver of moonlight coming through the window. In the center of the room stood the clock—tall, old, and covered in intricate carvings of stars, moons, and swirling patterns. Its soft ticking filled the room.

Ivaan ran his fingers over the carvings. "This clock is special, Ishman. I know it can help us."

"But how does it work?" Ishman asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before Ivaan could answer, the clock suddenly gave a loud clang. The siblings jumped back in surprise as the hands on the clock began to spin backward, faster and faster. A golden glow surrounded the clock, and the carvings seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting.

"Ivaan, what’s happening?" Ishman cried, clutching his arm.

"I... I don’t know!" he stuttered .

Before they could react, the glow engulfed them. The room around them faded, replaced by a strange tunnel of bright  light. The sound of the clock ticking echoed around them, growing louder and louder until—

Thud.

The light disappeared, and Ivaan and Ishman found themselves standing in a park. But it wasn’t the park they knew. The swings looked older, the trees were smaller, and the air felt different.

"Where are we?" Ishman asked, looking around nervously.

Ivaan pointed ahead. "Look!"

In the distance, two young men were sitting on a bench, laughing and talking. Ivaan’s eyes widened as he recognized them.

"It’s Mumma and Dada... but they’re so young!"

Ishman gasped. "We went back in time! This must be when they first met!"

The two siblings crouched behind a bush, watching their parents from afar. Shubman was teasing Ishan about something, and Ishan was trying not to laugh, though his face was turning red. It was strange—and a little funny—to see their parents like this .

Ivaan turned to Ishman, his eyes sparkling with determination. "We’re going to fix everything. We just have to figure out what went wrong."

Ishman nodded, though she still looked a little scared. "But how do we fix it?"

Ivaan grinned. "We’ll follow them and learn their story. If we know how it started, maybe we can remind them why they fell in love in the first place."

And from here They real  mission started to bring them together like they use to be .

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