"life is unexpected no one knows who you'll meet at what point of your life and what place they'll hold in your life" just like these two people who are about to get tied by unexpected fate
"As the years passed, Naysa Bisht grew from a tiny bundle of innocence into a walking, talking little princess— one who ruled the Bisht mansion with nothing but her smile. "She had everyone wrapped around her tiny finger."
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"Her first steps were a full family event. The moment she let go of Satakshi's saree pallu and toddled forward on her own, the entire mansion erupted in cheers."
Darsh had tears in his eyes as he whispered, soft and choked: My princess.
"And as she grew older, her charm only grew with her. Naysa loved playing "parlour-parlour," and her three brothers were her most loyal, helpless customers. One afternoon, she sat in the center of the living room with her little makeup kit open, tapping her tiny feet bossily."
Naysa (commanding, hands on hips): Sit. I'll do your nailpaint. No moving.
Ivaan, now the responsible big brother, obediently extended his hands, sighing dramatically: Okay, princess. But use the light pink, not glitter again. Last time my friends laughed.
Naysa (serious face): Pink is cute. You're cute. No arguing.
Vivaan sat beside him, already resigned to his fate, muttering to Ivaan: Bro, why do we even try? She's the boss.
Miransh, the sunshine boy, giggled as Naysa held his tiny finger, excited: Mere upar glitter lagao! I want shiny-shiny!
"All three brothers sat patiently as she painted each nail with full concentration— tongue sticking out slightly, brows furrowed, just like Satakshi when she was focused."
Darsh stood at the door, arms crossed, shaking his head in complete disbelief, laughing softly: My sons... what have you become?
Satakshi leaned against him, smiling with pride as she whispered: Good brothers. They love her.
Darsh wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, softly: Exactly like their mother.
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