MR & MRS RAJVANSHI

Nervous🥺

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Author's pov:

The night sky stretched above, jeweled with stars, while a soft breeze whispered through the quiet streets. Shivani pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders, her steps slow and thoughtful.

As she walked, her eyes fell upon a beggar lying on the cold ground, shivering in his torn clothes. The sight pierced her heart. Without a second thought, she bent down, gently wrapping her shawl around him. From her hands, she also offered the cup of tea she had bought for herself but hadn't touched.

The man's eyes widened. To him, she looked no less than an angel. Just moments earlier, he had prayed to God for something-anything-that could keep him warm through the merciless night. And here she was, a stranger, arriving like an answer to that prayer.

With trembling hands, he folded his palms in gratitude. Shivani gave him a soft smile before rising to her feet and walking away, her figure fading into the misty night. The beggar looked after her, then lifted his gaze to the sky, where the stars and moon seemed to glow a little brighter.

" Thank you," he whispered into the stillness.

Moments later, footsteps approached again. This time, it was Abhimanyu. He noticed the same beggar now sipping tea and shivering still. Without hesitation, Abhimanyu slipped off his jacket and placed it gently over the man. Then he handed him some money-enough to change his life in small but significant ways.

The beggar's eyes filled with tears. First, a woman who gave him warmth and tea. Now, a man who gave him shelter for the night and more than he could have dreamed of. Neither of them asked for thanks, neither lingered. Both came and went like miracles.

Abhimanyu walked away silently, his mind elsewhere, his heart still beating Shivani's name.

The beggar, left with shawl, jacket, tea, and money, looked at the two empty roads they had walked from. He lifted his hands in prayer, blessing them both with all the strength his weary soul could muster.

Little did he know, the two angels who had touched his life that night were searching for each other in the very same city.

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It had been nearly twenty hours since Abhimanyu and his team began their search. Morning had turned to evening, and now night once again cloaked Darjeeling, yet Shivani remained like a shadow.. unseen, unreachable.

On the other side, in a quiet home, the air was filled with laughter and the fragrance of fresh sweets. Shivani stepped out of the kitchen carrying a plate of ghevar, the Rajasthani delicacy she had just prepared at Charunya's request.

"Ah, finally!" Gowtham exclaimed as he grabbed the first piece and ate with relish. His exaggerated enjoyment made Shivani chuckle, especially when Charunya snatched the next piece from his hand.

"Gowtham, there's more in the kitchen. Let Charu have some," Shivani teased.

"Hmph! Enough. I'm not eating now," Charunya sulked.

"You can finish it all... Shivani, whatever is left in the kitchen, just give it to him. He won't even leave a crumb anyway!"

Shivani and little Arjun exchanged amused glances, enjoying the couple's endless bickering.

" Arey, what's going on here?" a voice called from the doorway.

They all turned to see Jutin standing there, smiling. Gowtham's face lit up as he walked over and embraced him warmly. Charunya, too, greeted him cheerfully, while Shivani quietly slipped back into the kitchen to bring more ghevar for everyone.