Beneath The Storm (Completed)

Chapter-89 Burning in Silence

The day slipped by gently in Rajvansh Mansion, wrapped in laughter, murmurs of nostalgia, and the clinking of tea cups.

Inaara had noticed it more than once now—two wide, curious eyes always watching her from behind Ginny’s dress or the corner of a sofa.

Every time she turned to meet his gaze, those little eyes would vanish behind safety.

Yet, they always returned.

Divit.

The little boy fascinated her.

There was something endearing about his innocence—his curiosity wrapped in hesitation.

A mirror of how she herself had once been.

It was early evening when the aroma of frying samosas and freshly brewed ginger tea floated through the air.

Inaara stood inside the kitchen, checking on the evening snacks as the chefs scurried about, ensuring perfection.

Her dupatta was slightly tucked at her waist, her hair tied in a loose braid, soft tendrils framing her cheeks glowing with the warm hue of the kitchen light.

Then she felt it.

The feeling of being watched.

She turned her head slowly and smiled.

There he was again—Divit.

Only this time, his tiny fingers were curled around the edge of the kitchen wall, and just his button-like eyes peeped through the gap.

Inaara leaned down, her smile as warm as the milk boiling on the stove.

“Divit,” she whispered sweetly, walking over and crouching to his level, “do you want anything?”

Divit blinked.

Then slowly, like a little secret, he murmured, “Amul.”

Inaara chuckled gently, “Come on, then.”

Without hesitation, the little one reached for her hand—soft, trusting—and Inaara’s heart melted at the tender grip of his fingers.

Together, they walked to the counter where she plated a slice of Amul cheese and handed it to him.

He took it with the enthusiasm only a child could possess, and his lips stretched into a satisfied grin.

“Would you like some chocolate milkshake too?” she asked, her eyes playful.

Divit’s head bobbed so fast it was a blur. “Yes!”

Inaara laughed and picked him up gently, settling him carefully on the wide marble counter, keeping one hand steady behind his back for safety.

“Then let’s make the best milkshake for the little Divit.”

One of the chefs stepped forward, offering to prepare it, but Inaara shook her head politely.