Happy reading yrra's ð
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Author's POV
The morning sun had just begun its ascent, casting a golden hue across the quiet streets. At 6 am, the world was still stretching awake, the air crisp and filled with a peaceful calm. From the gym, a man emerged, the very picture of disciplined vitality. He wore joggers, their fabric clinging slightly to his powerful legs, and a towel draped casually around his neck, while a smaller one in his hand diligently wiped away the lingering sweat from his vigorous workout.
His physique was nothing short of awe-inspiring. Each of his six abs was sculpted to perfection, catching the early morning light in a way that seemed almost divine. His veiny hands and chiseled muscles spoke of countless hours of dedication, each sinew a testament to his unwavering commitment to fitness.
But it was his eyes that truly captivated-a striking shade of blue that seemed to hold the sky itself within them. They gave him a look that was both intense and mesmerizing, a piercing gaze that could make anyone stop in their tracks.
As he approached the stairs, the serene silence of the morning was broken by a voice calling out from behind him. He paused, the soft thud of his footsteps ceasing, and turned to face the source of the call, his expression shifting from serene focus to curious attention.
"Aadi," Revti Rajawat, his mother, called out to him.
"Ji, Maa sa,"( yes mom ) he responded, turning towards her. He approached her with a warm smile, wiping the last traces of sweat from his brow. "Good morning, Maa."
"Good morning, bachha," ( baby )she replied, her voice gentle and affectionate. "Aapse kuchh baat karni thi, thoda jaldi aa jayiye ga." ( I wanna talk to you , come downstairs in a while) Her words were accompanied by a small, reassuring smile.
"Ji, Maa sa, hum bas abhi aaye," ( yes , will be back soon )he said, his demeanor shifting to that of a dutiful son. With a quick nod, he headed towards his room, ready to attend to whatever his mother needed, leaving the serene morning behind.
After 30 mins.
Aadi wandered into the kitchen, glancing around to ensure no one else was there. He knew his mother would be the only one lingering in the warm, familiar space.
"Maa," he called softly, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
His mother turned from the stove, a playful glint in her eyes. She motioned for him to sit down, her expression a blend of amusement and gentle teasing.
"Hume Rudra ne sab bataya," ( Rudra told me everything)she said, her tone light but knowing.
Aadi felt a flush creep up his cheeks. He wondered what Rudra had divulged, but his mother's affectionate teasing eased his nerves, hinting that whatever the revelation, it was nothing more than a playful secret between families.
Aadish coughed, and his mother quickly handed him a glass of water. "Aap to aise khash rahe hai jaise Rudra ne aapki shadi ke bina, dadi banne ki khush khabri di ho Hume,"( "You are laughing as if Rudra has given us the news of becoming a grandmother without even getting married.") she said, her tone laced with unspoken expectations for his future.
Aadish looked at his mother in disbelief, his eyes widening as if to ask, "Maa, do you hear what you're saying?" The surprise on his face was palpable, a mix of confusion and incredulity at the audacity of her statement. It was clear that her casual comment had caught him completely off guard, making him question not only her words but the depth of her aspirations for him.
He could say anything, but before he could respond, his mother interjected with a resolute expression. "Hume pta hai hum kya kahe rahe hai," ( I know aadi , what I am saying) she stated with unwavering confidence. He couldn't help but think, "sab hi aise hai,"( every one is the same )feeling a familiar frustration rise within him.
The moment was tense, pulling him out of his reverie as her commanding voice broke through his thoughts. "Hume milna hai unse jaldi," ( I wanna meet her , soon ) she ordered, leaving no room for argument. Her words were clear and decisive, a stark reminder of her authority.
Adi was lost in his thoughts, reminiscing about his angel, when his mother's playful voice interrupted his reverie. "Maa, abhi toh hum unse achche se mile bhi nahi hain,"( "Mother, i haven't even met her properly yet.") he said, a hint of longing in his tone.
"Toh thoda jaldi kijiye, bachha. I can't wait," ( meet her soon baby , I can't wait) his mother replied with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Achha, aur vo kaise?"( Ohh really , how ?? )he asked, genuinely curious about what she meant.
"Beta ji, vo toh aapko pata karna hoga," ( you need to figure out that baby ) she said, smiling warmly. Just as she was about to share more, her voice was cut off by the sound of the most beloved person in the house. The moment hung in the air, filled with anticipation and the promise of a cherished presence entering their midst.
As his mother stirred the kheer on the stove, she glanced up and saw the time . "Ohh raam ye... Aa gye,"( ohh god ... He is back ) she muttered under her breath, her tone a mix of exasperation and relief.
Aadi, still brimming with the stubbornness of youth, replied defiantly, "To?"( So )
His mother, wiping her hands and leaving the kitchen, sighed, "To kuchh nyi beta ji, nikaliye Varna vo fir mujhe jayege ki hume aapke life ke matters aapko hi solve karne Dene chahiye." ( "Well, it's nothing , dear. Let it be, or else he'll start saying that i should leave you to solve your life matters on your own.")She headed towards the living room, Aadi trailing behind her like a chastened child.
Before either could say more, a familiar voice interjected. "Ha to sahi kaha," ( so , he said right na ) Rudra's voice carried through the house. Moments later, Ansh Rajawat, Aadi's father, stepped into the scene, his presence commanding attention and respect.
As Ansh Rajawat uttered the words "Breakfast, biwi" ( wife ) to his wife, the household sprung into action. Together, they made their way to the dining area, where servants had meticulously arranged everything. Amidst the bustle, Armaan and Aadish departed for the office, while Om and Rudra headed off to their college, where the first day of exams awaited. The scene unfolded with a sense of routine and purpose, each character carrying out their respective duties and responsibilities.
Aadish pov
As the dawn of today's meeting approached, the anticipation swelled within me, making the past two days feel like an eternity. Every second without her presence stretched longer than the years we've been apart. Today isn't just another day; it's the culmination of longing, the beginning of a new chapter filled with the promise of her presence.
"Intezaar 2 saal ka ho ya
2 din ka taklif utni hi hoti hai ,
janab "
("Whether it's a wait of two years or two days, the pain remains the same, sir.")
Meeting Thakur at the entrance felt like an unwanted collision with a past I'd rather bury. The mere sight of him ignites a fury I struggle to contain, knowing the bitter legacy that binds us. "Hello, Raja Sahab,"( king ) he spat out with venom, his words dripping with contempt. Yet, I maintained my composure, slipping effortlessly into my regal demeanor. "Namaskar, Thakur," I responded, projecting the authority that comes with my royal lineage.
"Yaha aane ki vajah " ( whr you visited here) In the tense atmosphere, I directly questioned his motive for being here, knowing his presence didn't bode well for any of us. His cowardice was apparent, always resorting to deceitful tactics behind our backs, lacking even a trace of courage. His response, accompanied by a forced smile,"Are raja sa na chai na Pani sidha vajh" ( king , you didn't even asked me for. Water and direct the reason for my visit )attempted to deflect the inquiry with superficial charm, but it only served to highlight the shallowness of his character.
"Kya kre ji Log dekhkar baat karni padti hai Hume " ( "Well, sir, sometimes people need a little nudge to engage in conversation with us.")I said directly on his face, which i really wanna burn him alive right now.
"Achha ji vo to pta chal ji jayega aapko"( sure , the time will tell us that ) His response came with a smirk, a brazen display of arrogance in the face of my heated words.
"Bilkul "( sure ) i replied.
"Chaliye ab hume Jana chahiye ."( Ok , I think I should leave now )With his departure, a sense of liberation enveloped me, like shedding a heavy burden. Armaan's unwavering presence beside me provided reassurance, his silent solidarity bolstering my resolve. As I hastened towards the floor where she awaited, every step felt purposeful, fueled by the anticipation of her presence. In that moment, the office seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the singular focus of being with her, my angel, whose mere existence had the power to ignite my soul.
As I reached the floor, the most beautiful view in the world came into focus before my eyes. Her dangling, shivering chandbalis caught the light just right, creating a mesmerizing sparkle. The soft clinking of her bangles played a gentle, rhythmic tune, drawing me closer. And then, that black bindi on her forehead - it was like the final, perfect touch in a masterpiece. My world stopped, and I didn't even realize it when I found myself standing by her desk, lost in the moment.
The moment I realized everyone was looking in my direction with shocked faces, I understood why. It was true; I had never ventured into their working area before. But she was the only one unfazed, absorbed in her work on her laptop. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, but a small strand had slipped free, causing her slight irritation as it brushed against her face. She kept pushing it back absentmindedly, focused entirely on her screen, completely unaware of the commotion around her. Her dedication and serene beauty held me captive, even amidst the surprised glances of my colleagues.
I called her name...... I callllled herrrr naaammmmeeeeee , "Avantika," with a weight I had never felt before, each syllable carrying the full force of my emotions. It wasn't just a call; it was a plea, a confession, a silent scream into the universe. I could wait for her response for an eternity, caught in the delicate balance between hope and fear.
When she turned to my side, time seemed to slow, and the world around us faded into insignificance. That single word, "Avantika," was no longer just a beautiful sound. It had transformed into a lifeline, a bridge between our souls. Her eyes, when they met mine, were like the opening of a portal to another world. In that brief exchange, I felt as if I had glimpsed the infinite.
Her eyes held a depth that both mesmerized and terrified me. They sparkled with life, with a complexity that promised joy and sorrow, love and loss. In that moment, I knew I was irrevocably bound to her. I was aware of the inevitability of time, of the cruel certainty that those vibrant eyes would one day close, leaving me adrift in a sea of memories.
But for now, in this fleeting, fragile moment, her gaze held me captive. I was lost, willingly surrendered to the profound beauty and impending heartache that lay within her eyes. My existence felt newly defined, centered on this singular connection. Avantika had become my axis, and I was ready to revolve around her, no matter where that orbit might lead.
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SUkriya ji ð
Love you all ð