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Chapter 1 – The House That Wasn’t a Home
Mumbai—the city of dreams. A city that never slept, where ambition danced in the air as much as the sea breeze. For outsiders, it was magic; for Fab 5, it was simply the backdrop of their empire.
Their house stood tall in the poshest part of the city. It was enormous, luxurious, and admired by many. But those who lived inside knew the truth: it was a house, not a home.
Eight rooms.
Three locked—doors that hid memories no one dared to open.
One was a guest room.
And four rooms belonged to Fab 5 themselves.
Each room told a story.
Manik’s room was minimal, organized to perfection, but the untouched guitar in the corner screamed of the music he no longer played.
Cabir’s room was chaos—a mix of business files, designer suits tossed on chairs, and old photo frames tucked secretly in a drawer.
Dhruv and Aliya’s room was warm, full of laughter, soft colors, and framed wedding pictures that proved love still existed.
Mukti’s room was edgy, alive with her energy—boxing gloves hung by the bed, books scattered, yet in a way only she could understand.
But even in the most beautiful house, the mornings were strangely quiet.
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Manik’s Morning
The alarm blared, cutting through the silence. Manik stirred, frowning even in his sleep, before jolting awake. His chest felt heavy—dreams had a way of doing that to him. But he brushed it off, as always.
He dressed in crisp black formals, perfection tailored into his presence. Without breakfast, without a word, he left for work. That was Manik Malhotra—disciplined, detached, distant.
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Cabir’s Morning
Cabir’s alarm rang soon after. With a groan, he dragged himself out of bed, running a hand through his messy hair. His humor was intact, but mornings weren’t his thing.
He suited up, left his room with a casual whistle, but didn’t bother with food or greetings either. He and Manik both had the same destination—work—but neither spoke a word to each other. Strange, considering once they had been inseparable.
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At the Office
The conference room buzzed with energy. Mr. Singhaniya leaned forward, his smile wide.
“So, Mr. Malhotra and Mr. Dhawan—congratulations on the deal!”
Manik gave a polite nod. “Thank you. And please, call me Manik.”
Cabir smirked. “And I’d prefer Cabir. Formalities make me itch.”
Mr. Singhaniya chuckled. “Then call me Maddy.”
The trio shook hands, sealing not just a deal but a partnership.
“So,” Maddy continued, “your main work will begin at Life and Love Hospital. That’s the heart of this project.”
“Other responsibilities?” Cabir asked casually.
“Handled,” Maddy assured. “You only focus on the hospital.”
“Which hospital again?” Manik’s tone was flat, though something inside him twisted at the name.
“Life and Love Hospital,” Maddy repeated proudly.
“Alright,” Cabir stretched his arms. “We’ll start tomorrow, then.”
Manik gave a short nod. “Yeah…” His voice sounded more like a question, but he didn’t correct it.
They both parted ways, each retreating into their own silence.
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Meanwhile – Mukti, Dhruv, Aliya
Mukti spent her day buried in files, sharp and efficient. She might act carefree, but when it came to work, she was the Malhotra everyone underestimated.
Aliya sat surrounded by sketches and fabrics, her fingers stained with ink, her eyes shining with determination. For her, fashion wasn’t just a career—it was her language.
Dhruv’s dance academy echoed with laughter and beats. He was happiest here, teaching, guiding, living a simpler dream.
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Across the Ocean – U.S.A.
Life and Love Hospital.
The surgery lights dimmed, and Nandini removed her gloves with a sigh. She had just saved another life, but exhaustion weighed on her shoulders.
Nandini’s POV
Another surgery done… but why do I still feel empty? Maybe because Arhaam isn’t here. My little boy. My reason to live. Mumma misses you, baby…
She pulled out her phone and dialed.
“Hello, Steven?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Bring Arhaam here.”
“As you wish, ma’am.”
Moments later, the door to her cabin opened. A little boy rushed in, his eyes sparkling.
“Mumma!” he cried, throwing himself into her arms.
“Arhaam, my boy…” Nandini whispered, hugging him tightly. For her, the world paused in that moment.
Behind him, a familiar figure smiled—Navya.
“Guys, I’m here too,” Navya teased.
Arhaam wrinkled his nose. “Shut up, Madhowala.”
“It’s Madhubala, beta,” Nandini corrected, laughing softly.
“Sorry Mumma… mishtake se galti ho gayi!”
Navya raised her brows. “It’s ‘galti se mistake,’ silly.”
“Same thing!” Arhaam shrugged, batting his lashes dramatically.
Nandini shook her head, watching the banter with a smile that softened years of pain.
Then came another voice.
“Me…?”
“Maamuuu!” Arhaam squealed, running to the newcomer.
“Abhi!” Nandini exclaimed, her eyes filling with warmth.
Abhi hugged his nephew first, then pulled Nandini into a sibling embrace. “Missed you, baby doll.”
“I missed you too, bhai,” she whispered.
For the first time that day, Nandini felt complete. With Arhaam in her arms, Navya’s laughter in the air, and Abhi’s presence by her side… this was her world.
That evening, they all went home together.
Not a house—but a home.
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