MR & MRS RAJVANSHI

The war between Heart and Mind( ❤️/🧠)

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Author's pov:

"How are you feeling now? " Shivani asked softly.

"Alive..." he replied with a faint smile.

"I think you should freshen up first, then have something to eat," she said, getting up from her seat. But before she could leave, he gently held her hand.

"Please... stay," he whispered.

"We'll talk later," she said, looking at him with concern. "Right now, you need to eat something. Tell me, when was the last time you had a proper meal?"

"I..." He hesitated, eyes darting around, avoiding her gaze.

"App bhi na..." she scolded lightly, shaking her head. She stood up, picked up a folded set of clothes from the table, and said, "Here, I kept these for you. Freshen up. And come out soon.. I'll prepare something to eat for you."

She left the room, and Abhimanyu's eyes followed her until she disappeared down the hallway. He took a deep breath - for the first time in a long while, he truly felt alive.

Stepping toward the balcony, he pushed the curtains aside. The morning sun was rising over the Darjeeling hills, its rays cutting through the mist that floated above the valleys. The crisp mountain air filled his lungs... calm, clean, alive.

He watched people strolling on the roads below, children giggling as they played, and workers heading off to their day's labor. It felt... peaceful. So different from the grand palace and suffocating luxury he once called home.

All that wealth meant nothing compared to this... to her. Losing Shivani had taught him what true emptiness felt like. He wasn't going to make that mistake again.

After freshening up, he stepped outside and heard familiar voices. Adhi and Dheeraj were at arguing, as usual.

"You'll never understand, bro. Until you have a woman in your life, you won't know what chaos truly is," Adhi said with mock pride.

"Well, at least I don't go running behind every girl I meet," Dheeraj shot back. "For someone who calls himself 'most eligible,' you sure spend a lot of time single."

Standing nearby, Gowtham and Jutin were watching the banter like it was morning entertainment.

"What's going on here?" Abhimanyu's voice cut through the chatter.

All four turned at once.

"Bhai..."
"Sir..."

Adhi and Dheeraj straightened instantly, their playful expressions wiped clean.

"Nothing, Bhai," Adhi said quickly. "Just this old man claiming he knows everything about women."

Abhimanyu arched an eyebrow. "Adhi. Dheeraj. Enough. Get back to work."

The two, who had been bickering like school kids a moment ago, immediately nodded and dispersed, trying to look as serious as possible.

Jutin, watching the scene, felt a pang of envy as his eyes lingered on Abhimanyu... calm, composed, and undeniably in control.

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As they settled at the dining table, breakfast was served. Shivani quietly filled his plate and placed it before him. Abhimanyu ate in silence - every bite carried a strange warmth, a sense of comfort he hadn't felt in years. Food made by her hands had a magic of its own. By the time he finished, there was a quiet contentment on his face.