The Silent Bond

✨Chapter - 14✨

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The anticipation in the air was thick as the host stepped onto the stage once again, signaling the beginning of the second round. The contestants, including Anu, stood backstage, their nerves and excitement mingling in an electrifying atmosphere.

Host (smiling brightly): "After an incredible first round, it's time to raise the stakes! Welcome to Round Two! This round will test not just the voice, but also spontaneity. Each contestant will pick a chit, and based on the word inside, they can sing any song—without any language barrier!"

A wave of murmurs rippled through the audience. The challenge was unpredictable, and that's what made it thrilling.

Backstage, Anu exhaled slowly, trying to steady his nerves. He could feel Arjun's watchful gaze from the audience, along with Arohi's reassuring smile. Aru, Abhi, Kabir, and the rest of his family were waiting for his turn, their excitement barely contained.

Aru (whispering to Abhi): "Yeh ladka fir se overthink toh nahi kar raha na?"

Abhi (watching Anu carefully): "Let's hope usne pehle jitna confidence yeh round mein bhi rakhe..."

One by one, the contestants went on stage, picking their chits and delivering their performances. Some struggled, some flourished, and the audience responded with cheers and encouragement.

Then—finally—it was Anu's turn.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and picked a chit from the glass bowl. He unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning the word written on it.

Anu's heartbeat quickened as he read the word on the chit. "Revival."

His fingers trembled slightly as he gripped the paper. This was not just any word—it carried weight, emotion, and depth. Songs about love, rain, or dreams were easy to pick, but revival? It wasn't just about singing; it was about bringing something back to life, about resilience, about finding light after darkness.

The host gave him an encouraging nod.
Host: "Anu, you have your word. Are you ready?"

He looked at his family, and in that instant, he knew—they were the ones who had shown him how to live. Through every fall, every doubt, and every moment of darkness, they had been his guiding light.

His eyes found Arjun, the eldest, the protector—the one who had always shielded him from the storms of life. Arjun's quiet nod spoke volumes, a silent reassurance that he was proud beyond words.

Aru and Abhi, his constants, the ones who never let him drown in his own past. They were beaming, their eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. Aru, who always teased him but never let him feel alone. Abhi, who understood him even before he spoke.

And then... Arohi.

She wasn't just watching—she was beaming with pride. Her hands were clasped together, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She had always been more than his Bhabhi. In so many ways, she had been a mother figure to him—a guiding force, a presence that brought warmth into his life when he had needed it most.

Arohi had been the one who scolded him when he doubted himself, who celebrated his smallest victories like they were the greatest achievements. She had been there through every struggle, reminding him that he was capable, that he was meant for more.