Jugnu: The tiniest light in the deepest dark.
5 parts Ongoing In a house that no longer knows laughter,
where silence sits at the breakfast table
and love is buried beneath years of pain-
a tiny light flickers.
Jugnu.
That's what he feels like - Arav, two and a half years old, mischievous, talkative, utterly unaware of the storm he was born into.
Three brothers - Arnav, Abhay, and Advik - have never forgiven their father for remarrying after their mother's death. They have never accepted his new life, his new love... or the little boy who came from it.
But Arav doesn't know that.
He doesn't understand grief.
He only knows how to love - with jam-covered fingers and crooked drawings.
He calls them bhaiya, offers them toast, and worms his way into their hearts... without even trying.
He doesn't fix the family with grand gestures.
He does it by being himself - loud, innocent, and endlessly warm.
A tiny Jugnu, glowing gently in a house full of shadows.
This is a story of broken hearts, buried guilt, and healing that arrives in unexpected ways.
Of how sometimes, all it takes is one child... to bring a family back together.