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His Sunshine
The golden city of Udaipur woke each morning to the sound of temple bells, their echo carrying across palaces, lakes, and narrow streets. For the people, it was a reminder of faith. For Aarav Suryawanshi, heir of the royal family, it was just another day to wear the crown of responsibility.
Seated in the grand hall of the Suryawanshi Palace, Aarav looked every bit the king he was destined to be - sharp sherwani stitched with threads of silver, rings glinting faintly on his strong fingers, his posture commanding. Yet, beneath the weight of jewels and respect, his heart remained cold, untouched. He had learned early that love was nothing more than betrayal wrapped in sweet words, and so he carried his life with steel in his veins and silence in his eyes. To the world, he was power. To himself, he was only an empty man.
But elsewhere in the same city, another life began differently.
At dawn, in the mandir by the ghats, a soft, melodious voice floated with the morning aarti. Aratrika Singhania stood barefoot on the cool marble floor, her dupatta draped loosely around her shoulders, eyes closed as she sang to the deity. Her voice was more than music - it was devotion, warmth, and healing woven together, touching every soul that paused to listen. Even strangers forgot their worries when she sang; her smile was like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
No one would guess the truth behind that smile - the pain of losing a mother at four, the cruelty of a stepmother who treated her like a servant, or the loneliness of a father's indifference. Yet Aratrika endured, carrying her bruises in silence, finding her strength only in prayers.
Two lives. Two worlds.
A king with walls built around his heart, and a girl with nothing but faith to protect her soul.
Neither knew that destiny had already written their names together.
Neither knew that soon... his storm would meet his sunshine.