Let's see how different personalities mends with each other to form a beautifull bond together.
Where the Eldest is calm and cold, Second is aggressive and Youngest is naughty. But, the common trait between the brothers is the "love" they have for...
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CHAPTER 40
As they stepped off the bus, the group was struck by the serene beauty of Rampur.
It was already evening when they reached the village . The sunset cast a warm orange glow over the sky , their eyes could only hold the lush green crops that stretched as far as their sight went.
The air was crisp and fresh, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
Siya felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. She hadn't been to a village in years, and the familiar sights and sounds brought back memories of her childhood. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.
The group trailed behind Siya in silence, unsure of how to react. They followed her like lost puppies, sensing her turmoil. Siya took a deep breath, feeling a pang of guilt with each slow step towards her house.
Reyansh gulped, his eyes fixed on Siya's rigid back. He hesitated, then reached out to gently take her luggage. But Siya spun around, her eyes flashing with anger, and snatched the luggage from his grasp. She clutched it tightly, her grip a testament to her lingering resentment towards Reyansh.
The tension between them was palpable, and the others exchanged uneasy glances. They had never seen Siya so upset, and they didn't know how to intervene.
The group continued to follow Siya, their footsteps quiet on the dusty path, as they waited for her to calm down and break the uncomfortable silence.
As they walked, Avyansh and Myra trailed behind Siya and Reyansh.
Avyansh's fingers wrapped around her in a gentle hold as he kept her close making her smile and clutch his fingers tightly.
Behind them, Sunansh and Sania strolled along. Sania tossed her bag to Sunansh, who caught it effortlessly and slung it over his shoulder, adding it to his own bag.
With one hand free, he clicked away with his camera, capturing the beauty of the village.
As they walked along the concrete road, Myra struggled to walk in heels.
"Want to wear my shoes?" Avyansh asked, eyeing her heels.
Myra clicked her tongue, a hint of mischief in her voice. "I cannot compromise on fashion, I must look good in front of Bhabhi's relatives."
