✧◍Dedication◍✧
To the one who tirelessly support their families while dreaming of their own fairy endings ,this is for you !
🦚
In a world where opposites attract, meet Charming Sayi and Powerful Aarav, wh...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Sayi's POV:
"Mathashree, chaloo! We’re getting late for the temple, and you’re still busy here!" I yelled while coming downstairs. My voice echoed through the house, but as usual, Mathashree was unbothered.
"Tu chali jaa, beta" she replied, waving her hand dismissively.
"There’s paint work going on in the godown, and I need to be there. You know how careless these workers can get."
"Temple se zyada zaruri hai yeh?" I asked, half-annoyed, half-joking.
She smiled and said, "Kanaji understands, but these workers don’t. And I trust you to pray for both of us."
Before I could argue further, she added, "Drive carefully, okay? And don’t take shortcuts. I'm going with Dheeraj.
“Alright, Mathashree"She closed the door behind her and I was left standing there with a basket of fruits and flowers.
Grumbling about her stubbornness, I mounted my scooty and headed toward the temple. The roads were buzzing with morning activity—street vendors setting up their stalls, children rushing to school, and the occasional honking of impatient drivers.
As I parked my scooty near the temple, I noticed a group of women sitting on the temple steps with their young children. The kids were crying, their tiny hands reaching for something to eat. My heart ached at the sight.
"Kanaji, forgive me, next time i will bring mangoes for you." I whispered to myself. Walking over to the group, I handed the basket to the mothers.
"Yeh rakh lijiyega" I said softly, offering them a kind smile.
The women looked at me, surprised but grateful. "Bhagwan tumhara bhala kare" one of them said with a tearful smile.
I nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. Maybe this is the real darshan, Kanaji ! I thought as I climbed the temple stairs, empty-handed but with a full heart.
Inside, the temple was serene, the air filled with the soothing sound of bhajans and the fragrance of incense. I bowed my head in front of the deity, offering a silent prayer for my family, my friends, and the people I had just met.
After completing the pradakshina ,I waited in line for the prasadam. The sweet aroma of the halwa made my mouth water, but I reminded myself that it wasn’t just food—it was a blessing.
With the prasadam in hand, I looked around for a quiet spot to sit. That’s when I noticed a familiar face—Madhuri Aunty, a family friend. She was sitting alone, her hands folded in prayer. A warm smile spread across my face as I approached her.
