“Oh no! There's not a single piece of my clothing here!” Divya panicked. “Oh shit! I totally forgot to get my luggage from that Mr. Whatever. Now what do I do?” After thinking for a moment, she mumbled to herself. “ I guess... I'll ask her for help.”
Saying that divya dailed someone's number.
“Hello Divya! What a surprise—how come you're calling today?” The person on the other end said in teasing tone.
“Oh, really? Can't I call you or what, hmm?” Divya replied with a hint of irritation and playful sass, raising her brows as if the person could see her expression.
“You can call me, obviously.” The voice on the other end replied, half teasing. “But you never call me at this hour... that's why I asked.”
Divya sighed, curling her fingers around the edge of the bed. “Actually... you know I was leaving for the UK today, right?” She said, her tone laced with frustration and just a hint of embarrassment.
“Yeah, I know.” The person said. “And don't beat around the bush. Just tell me clearly—what's the real reason you called?”
“Alright, fine... I'll tell you.” Divya said with a small sigh.
Then divya told her everything.
“Oh... so that's what happened, hmm. Do you know his name?” The person asked
“Uhmm... yeah, I do. What was it again... right... Sh–Shivay Rajbhandari.” Divya said, thinking for a moment before answering.
“Alright, wait for two minutes, I'll find out.” The person said.
“Okay.” Divya replied.
Then Divya ended the call.
“I don't know if she'll be able to find out anything about him, but I hope she does.” Divya though to herself.
Just then, her phone started ringing.
“Hello, yes, tell me—did you find anything?” Divya asked eagerly.
“I've sent you a photo; just take a look and see if it's him or not.” The person replied, a hint of excitement in her tone.
“Alright, let me check.” Divya said.
She quickly open her Instagram and stared intently at the screen.
“Oh... It's him! It's really him!” Divya gasped, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Seriously.” The person on the other end asked, equally stunned.
“Yes.” Divya confirmed.
“Alright then, I'll send you his number.” The person replied.
“Okay, but wait a minute—how did you get his number?” Divya asked.
“Oh, actually my dad knows him. They met at a business party, so my dad had his number.” The person replied.
“So does that mean he's a business man?” Divya asked.
“Yeah not just any business man—he's one of top 5 business man in asia. And you don't even realize the things you said to him” The person said laughing.
“How was i supposed to know?! Anyway, just send me shivay's number quickly—I need to talk to him.” Divya said hurriedly.
“Alrigt... Oh, my dad's calling me. I gotta go. And yeah, I've sent the number—check it okay, bye... take care!” The person said sweetly.
“Okay, bye.” Divya replied.
Then she ended the call and immediately dialed the number that had just been sent to her.
Shivay was sitting in his room, immersed in some office work, when his photo suddenly began to ring.
“Huh... who could be calling at this hour?” He muttered, raising an eyebrow slightly.
He picked up the phone and glanced at the screen—an unknown number was flashing across it.
“Hmm... an unknown number? Should i pick it up or not?” Shivay muttered to himself. “I guess... let's just answer it.”
With that, he tapped the green icon and brought the phone to his ear.
“Hello...?” He said, his voice carrying a hint of caution and curiosity.
“Hello, you brat! How dare you take my luggage to your house?” Divya said angrily.
“Excuse me, but first tell me—who are you? And why are you calling me this late at night?” Shivay replied in a cold, firm voice.
“What the hell! First, you take my luggage to your house, and now you have the audacity to ask me who I am?” Divya snapped, her voice laced with fury.
“Ohh... so it's you, miss drama queen!” Shivay shot back sarcastically.
“How dare you call me a drama queen, huh?” Divya fired back, her voice sharp with anger.
“If i don't call a drama queen a drama queen, then what should I call you? Miss monkey?” Shivay taunted with a smirk.
“Monkey, me? Oh, so I'm a monkey, huh? Then you must be a donkey, an elephant, a rhino—got it?” Divya said, her voice dropping with irritation.
“Wow! The monkey knows all the animals' names.” Shivay replied with a laugh.
“You...” Divya said.
“Yes, me?” Shivay teased.
“Calm down, divya... calm down.” Divya reminded to herself, trying to hold back her temper.
“What happened, miss monkey? Lost your voice all of a sudden?” Shivay said with a teasing smirk.
“Can you just shut up for a second and let me speak?” Divya snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
“Yeah, yeah, go ahead. I'm all ears.” Shivay replied casually, leaning back with a smug grin.
“Actually, I called to tell you that my luggage was left in your car. I'll come pick it up tomorrow morning.” Divya said, her tone more composed now.
“Oh, so all that anger... just tell me this?” Shivay replied, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
“Yes, because you took my luggage without even informing me!” Divya snapped, her voice laced with frustration.
“Miss, you had a injury on your leg, and i did what I thought was right.” Shivay replied, his tone calm but edged with sarcasm. “That's why i brought your luggage home. I was going to drop you straight to your house from hospital, but you already left with your brother. The least you could've done was say thank you.”
“Thank you? You deserve a slap.” Divya snapped.
“A slap? Wow! First, my hand got bitter, and now you're threatening to slap me? I'm so scared.” Shivay teased, grinning mischievously.
“Oh god, talking this guy is just useless.” Divya said in frustration.
“Hey, listen—” But by then, the call had already ended.
After ending the call, shivay paused for a moment, then returned his focus to work suddenly, his phone rang again.
“Now who could it be?” He wondered aloud, picking up the phone.
“Hello?” Shivay said.
“It's me.” Divya replied.
“What? Now what happened” Shivay asked.
“The reason i called... I totally forgot to mention it.” Divya said.
“Alright then, go ahead—what is it you wanted to say?” Shivay replied.
Divya voice trembled with frustration as she spoke. “I don't have even a single pair of clothes here, and all my clothes are in the luggage... the one you left in your car. What am i supposed to do now?” Her eyes shimmered with a mix of helplessness and exasperation.
The moment shivay understood the situation, his tone shifted immediately. “ohh... so that's the problem. I'll send my assistant to your place with the luggage. Just send me your address.” He said, his face new serious—like he wanted to solve the issue without wasting another second.
Divya voice was firm, yet there was a hint of hesitation beneath it. “No, no... don't trouble your assistant right now. I'll manage somehow today. Don't worry.” Divya said.
A strang mix of Pride and stubbornness played accross her face, clearly, showing that despite her troubles she didn't want to burden anyone.
Shivay's tone softened gradually. “Alright then... I'll hung up now.” He said calmly.
But divya cut in sharply, her voice steady and unshaped— “No, not yet... just give me your company's address. I'll come and collect my luggage myself.”
There was a firmness in her words that left no room for argument. Her expression was resolute, and her body language made it clear—she intended to handle this situation on her own terms.
“Alright then, come to ‘Rajbhandari industrial company’.” Shivay said in a deep voice, with no trace of sarcasm left. “I'll send you the location... And I'll also tell my assistant to hand over your luggage.
“Okay.” Divya replied curtly. Her voice still carried that same firmness—as if she no longer wanted to depend on anyone's favour.
“Then... I'll hung up now.” Shivay said after a brief paused. There was a strange weariness in his voice—perhaps from the sharpness of the conversation.
Shivay ended the call with those words. For while, he stayed quiet, lost in his work at the his room. Once everything was done, he finally closed his laptop, walked to his bed and sank into deep, peaceful sleep.
In was early morning in the next day
In the hallway, deepak sat silently, watching the news when manvi arrived holding a decorated aarti thali and a bowl of prasad in her hands.
With a gentle smile, she first applied a tilak on his forehead, then respectfully offered him the prasad.
After that, she quietly made her way toward the kitchen.
As manvi stepped into the kitchen, her eyes scanned the room. To her surprise, not a single servent had arrived yet. The entire kitchen felt unusually quiet, except for the head chef, who as silently immersed in her work.
The emptiness around unsettled her a little.
“No one's here yet?” She muttered under her breath, puzzle.
“Leela, here's the prasad.” Manvi said gently, holding the thali in her hands.
“Yes, ma'am, certainly.” Leela replied respectfully, her eyes shining with devotion.
Slowly, manvi placed the thali in front of leela, who took the prasad with great care and said softly. “Thank you, ma'am.”
“Hmm... wait, no one's here yet?” Manvi asked with mild surprise, her eyes scanning the kitchen.
“Actually, ma'am, everyone had some urgent work at home, so they'll be a little late.” Leela replied politely.
“I see... and is breakfast ready?” Manvi asked next, placing the thali gently on the kitchen counter.
“Yes ma'am, it's done. just the tea is left to make—and black coffee for Shivay sir.” Leela said politely.
“Alright then. I'll go call shivay and his father. Meanwhile, you set the breakfast on the dinning table.” Manvi said with a gentle smile.
“Okay, ma'am.” Leela nodded and turned back toward the kitchen.
Manvi walked straight towards the living room.
“Listen, shivay's father... breakfast is ready, please come the dinning table. I'll go call shivay in the meantime.” Manvi said softly.
“Alright... but there's no need for you to go to shivay's room.” Deepak replied in a firm yet calm tone.
“Why?” Manvi asked, raising her eyebrows, clearly puzzled by deepak's words.
“Because look there... your son is already on his way, with that usual icy attitude.” Deepak replied with a faint smile, his eyes fixed in one direction.
Manvi instantly turned to look—shivay was slowly descending the stairs, his steps steady, his face utterly expressionless.
“Shivay!” Manvi called out, the warmth of a mother's love unmistakable in her voice.
“Good morning, mom, dad.” Shivay said in a soft but calm voice.
“Good morning.” Manvi and deepak replied together, gentle smiles playing on their faces.
“Shivay, here's the aarti and prasad. But first, let me apply the tilak.” Manvi said lovingly, lifting the thali.
“No, mom... you know i don't really believe in all this. Alright then, I'll leaving.” Shivay said in a controlled tone.
“But shivay, at least have breakfast before you go.” Manvi said, her voice laced with concern.
“I'll eat something at the office. I've got a lot of meetings lined up today.” Shivay replied quickly, glancing at his watch.
“Alright, fine... but come early in the evening, hmm?” Manvi said with affection, her eyes glowing with a mother's warmth.
“Why, is today some special occasion?” Shivay asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
“Your grandma is returning from her pilgrimage today, and your uncle and aunt are coming back from their business trip. Plus, both of your cousins are also coming back from their college tour.” Manvi said with excitement, as if the house was about to come alive again with laughter and noise.
“Alright, I'll come... but she's not coming?” Shivay asked casually a hint of indifferent in his tone.
“No, your sister will be coming a week later.” Manvi replied, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“Well, the sooner she gets here, the better for me.” Shivay said with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
“Why?” Manvi asked, surprised.
“What do you mean? She took my assistant—plus my head bodyguard—with her, and now I'm struggling to manage things here.” Shivay replied, a hint of irritation in his voice.
“But don't you have two assistants?” Manvi asked calmly.
“Yes, i do. But this one isn't as perfect as the other. Anyway, I'm off now.” Shivay said glancing at his watch before walking ahead.
“Alright then... take care of yourself.” Manvi said warmly, her eyes still fixed on her son's retreating figure.
Then shivay pulled out the car and drove off to the office.
“Shivay's father... are you thinking the same thing I am?” Manvi asked softly, her eyes still fixed on the doorway through which their son had just left.
“Yes...” Deepak replied with a single word, but within it lay a weight of unspoken pain.
“When will he ever be like he used to be...” Manvi murmured in a tired voice, as if some quiet, unfinished hope still lingered deep in her heart.
“That, i don't know... but i pray to god that day comes soon.” Deepak said, letting out a deep sigh.
“Yes, I hope so too... now come let's have breakfast.” Manvi said with a faint smile, thought the worry for her son still lingered clearly in her eyes.
On the other side
Shivay was driving toward the office, but a massive traffic jam had brought everything to a standstill. Long lines of vehicles stretched out in every direction, and the constant blaring of horns pierced his ears.
“Ugh, this damn traffic... It's too much.” Shivay mitt in frustration, tapping the steering wheel lightly with his hand
After a while, the traffic finally cleared. Just as shivay was about to start the car, he saw an elderly woman trying to cross the road. He immediately pressed the break.
“Ahh... this poor elderly lady.” Shivay muttered to himself. “I'll go help her cross safely.”
Just as he was about to step out of the car, a girl quickly came forward and began assisting the woman. Shivay watched her closely—she held the woman's hand with gentle care and calm composure, guiding her safely across the road. But she was wearing a mask, so Shivay couldn't clearly see her face.
“This girl is just like my avi—kind–hearted and always ready to help everyone will all her heart.” Shivay through to himself.
With that though, a small smile tugged at his lips, and he started the car, drive toward the office.
“Thank you, dear, for helping me.” The elderly woman said softly, her eyes filled with affectionate reassurance.
“There's no need to thank me, grandma.” The girl replied with a warm smile, her voice gentle and kind.
“By the way, what's your name,dear?” The elderly woman asked curiously.
“My name is Advika Shakya, grandma.” The girl said respectfully, as if she truly understood the warmth in her heart.
“What a lovely name you have, dear.” The elderly woman said affectionately, her eyes glowing with warmth.
“Thank you, grandma. Please take care of yourself, hmm? I should get going now.” Advika said sweetly, bending down gently touch her in farewell.
“Alright, dear.” The elderly woman replied in a blessing-filled tone, her gaze following advika until she disappeared into the crowd.
Advika continued walking, humming softly to herself. There was unique calmness in her eyes as she strolled along the roadside, the wind playfully tugging at her hair and a gentle smile dancing on her lips.
Suddenly her phone rang.
Without stopping, she pulled it out and answered the call. “Hello?”
A worried voice came from the other end. “Advika! Where are you right now?”
“I just stepped out... why?” Advika replied innocently.
“Yeah, that much i figured. But exactly where have you gone?” The person on the other end asked in a suspicious tone.
“Actually...uhmm... yeah, I went out to get some groceries.” Advika said, trying her best to make the lie sound convincing.
“Very funny! You really are the queen of excuses. There's mountains of work waiting here, and you're roaming around, huh?” The person snapped in frustration, clearly well-acquainted with all of advika's tricks by now.
“I'm sorry, dude! But please, don't tell payal and aunty about this, okay?” Advika pleaded, her voice dropping with desperation.
“And why not? I definitely will.” The person replied mischievously.
“Please don't... I'll do whatever you said, just don't tell them.” Advika said in the most innocent tone, like a child trying to wriggle out of trouble.
“Alright, fine–” He had just begun when suddenly someone snached the phone from his hand.
“Thank you so much, veer!” Advika said with a grin.
“Thank you so much, my foot! I'm not veer, this is payal speaking.” Came a cold yet firm voice from the other end.
Advika's eyes widened in horror—There was no escaping now.
“What...what, payal?” Advika stammered panic flashing across her face as if all the color had drained from it.
“Get home right now! We've finished all the work, and you? You went out for a joyride the very day we arrived?” Payal scolded, her voice clearly revealing she was done waiting and beyond annoyed.
“Okay, fine... I'm coming.” Advika said quietly, like someone who knew she was guilty.
Without saying another word, she ended the call, let out deep sigh.
“Finally... after so many years, I'm back in this city.” Advika said quietly, a faint moisture of old wounds shimmering her eyes.
“I wonder... What's shivu like now? Maybe, like everyone else, he thinks i died in that accident. Or maybe... he already forgotten me.” She paused for a moment, standing the middle of bustling street.
“Maybe... yes, that's possible. Well... i should head home now.” She told herself, gathering her strength.
Taking a deep breath, advika swallowed the storm raging inside her and slowly began walking toward her home.
At Rajbhandari Industrial Company
Shivay sat in his cabin, meticulously going through some files. Suddenly, a soft sound came the door.
“Do i have your permission to come in, sir?” The assistant asked quietly.
“Yes, come in.” Shivay replied in a calm but colorless tone, devoid of any emotion.
“Sir, did you call me?” The assistant asked eagerly.
“There's some luggage in my car. A girl will come shortly to collect it. Please give it to her. I'm heading to the meeting room now, so I won't be able to do it myself.” Shivay said.
“Alright, sir.” The assistant nodded in acknowledgement.
Without saying anything more, shivay turned and walked toward the meeting room.
On the other side at divya house
Reyansh was setting breakfast on the dinning table when divya came down the stairs.
“Princess, come on... Have some breakfast.” Reyansh said with a warm smile.
“No, bro... I'll eat later.” Divya replied hurriedly.
“Are you going somewhere?” Reyansh asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I'm going to my friend's place. All my luggage is at her house, so...” Divya explained, picking up her bag.
“That can wait... First, have breakfast, then you can go.” Reyansh said firmly but with affection.
“But bro...” Divya protested softly.
“No buts.” Reyansh cut her off, smiling but clearly not ready to budge.
“Alright, fine...” Divya gave in with small sigh.
Reyansh lovingly served her breakfast, and the two sat together, quietly enjoying the meal.
After breakfast, divya grabbed her car keys and set off toward ‘Rajbhandari Industrial Company’.
Outside Rajbhandari Industrial Company
“Finally, I'm here. Now i just have collect the luggage from Mr. Shivay and head straight home.” Divya said to herself, letting out deep breath.
With confidence in her stride, she walked into the company building.
“Okay, I'm in... but where's his cabin?” She muttered, glancing around. “Oh right, I should just ask the receptionist.”
Saying that, divya made her way to the reception desk in her usual bold and confident style.
“Excuse me?” Divya said softly.
“Yes, ma'am. How can I assist you?” The receptionist replied with a professional smile.
“Could you please tell me where Mr. Shivay Rajbhandari's cabin is?” Divya asked politely.
“Certainly, ma'am. Go to the fifth floor, then turn right and it's the third room.” The receptionist answered.
“Thank you.” Divya smiled, about to leave when—
“But ma'am... you won't be able to meet shivay sir today.” The receptionist suddenly stopped her.
“Why?” Divya asked, surprised.
“Because shivay sir has a packed schedule today—multiple meetings. He's in one right now.” The receptionist explained politely.
“Oh, alright.” Divya said softly.
“By the way, may i ask what work you have with him? If you'd like, I can call his assistant.” The receptionist offered courteously.
“But... wouldn't the assistant also be in the meeting?” Divya asked, her tone laced with slight doubt.
“No, ma’am. He’s not the main assistant. Shivay sir has two assistants, so I’ll call the other one.” the receptionist explained calmly.
“Alright, go ahead.” Divya said with a slight nod.
The receptionist picked up the phone and made a quick call to the assistant. Within minutes, Shivay’s assistant arrived.
Walking with a professional air, he approached the reception desk where Divya was already waiting.
“Yes, did you call for me?” The assistant asked.
“Yes, sir. This ma’am had some work with shivay sir.” The receptionist replied.
“Hello, ma’am. How may I assist you regarding sir?” the assistant asked politely.
“Actually, my luggage was with your sir… I just came to collect it.” Divya explained.
“Ohh… so you’re that person! Alright, I’ll get it for you. It’s in the parking lot, inside sir’s car.” The assistant said, gesturing for her to follow him.
The assistant led Divya toward the company’s parking lot. Once there, he stopped beside Shivay’s car and unlocked it with the keys.
Within moments, he opened the trunk and began taking out Divya’s luggage, one bag at a time.
“Here’s your luggage, ma’am.” He said, placing the bags carefully on the ground.
Divya gave a polite nod with a faint smile.
“Let me put it in your car for you, ma’am.” the assistant offered helpfully.
“Sure.” Divya replied with a warm smile.
Then, slowly and attentively, the assistant lifted each bag and placed them neatly into Divya’s car trunk, making sure everything was secure and nothing would fall or get damaged.
“Thank you so much.” Divya said with a smile.
“You’re most welcome, ma’am.” the assistant replied respectfully.
“Well, I should get going now,” Divya said softly.
“Alright, ma’am,” the assistant said with a gentle smile.
Divya then got into her car and drove off toward home.
At the Rajbhandari Mansion
Maanvi kept glancing at the clock on the wall, then turning her eyes toward the door anxiously.
“God knows when they’ll get here…” She murmured in a worried tone.
“Oh dear wife, I’ve been watching you for a while now—you keep switching your gaze from the clock to the door. What’s going on?” Deepak said with a light, teasing tone.
“They must be on their way… that’s why.” Maanvi replied, her voice filled with hope.
“Hmm… alright.” Deepak said, smiling softly.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and a servant rushed to open the door—as if everyone had been waiting for that very moment.
“Looks like they’re here… let’s go.” Maanvi said excitedly, her eyes lighting up.
“Hmm, let’s go.” Deepak nodded in agreement.
The servant fully opened the door with a welcoming smile. “Please, come in—everyone, welcome.”
One by one, the family members began stepping inside—Laughter, chatter, and the warmth of home returned. The house, once quiet, now brimmed with life again.And on Maanvi’s face, a glow of peace and contentment quietly bloomed.
“Mom, you’re finally here!” Deepak said with joy in his voice.
“Yes, my son, I’m here.” His mother replied with a tired yet loving smile.
“Mom, please have some water.” Maanvi said respectfully, offering her a glass.
“Hmm…” Deepak’s mother nodded gently and took the glass, the warmth and affection in her eyes speaking louder than words.
Then Maanvi and Deepak bent down to touch their mother’s feet, seeking her blessings.
“Bless you both.” Deepak’s mother said warmly, placing a loving hand on their heads.
“Brother–sister-in-law, we’re here too, you know!” A cheerful voice called out from behind.
“Oh, how could I forget you two—Yuvraj and Khushi!” Maanvi exclaimed with joy, moving forward to welcome them.
Yuvraj and Khushi stepped up and embraced Maanvi and Deepak warmly.Laughter, hugs, and heartfelt smiles filled the room, as the house once again bloomed with love and togetherness.
“And what about us? Everyone always forgets us…” Two boys called out playfully from behind.
“Oh, my sweet boys! How could we ever forget you?” Maanvi said lovingly, opening her arms wide.
The two of them ran straight into her embrace, hugging her tightly—as if years of love were pouring into that one moment.
The house was now completely wrapped in warmth, laughter, and the beautiful chaos of a reunited family.
“By the way, Elder mom, hasn’t shivay bro come home yet?” One of the boys asked curiously.
“Oh, come on! You know how serious bro is about work—he’s not going to show up this early, little one.” The other teased with a grin.
“Elder mom, look! He’s calling me ‘little’ again,” The first one whined with mock frustration.
“Rishi, stop teasing Aarav, okay? He’s my sweet boy.” Maanvi said with a mix of affection and mild scolding.
Rishi just chuckled and shrugged it off, while Aarav came over to Maanvi with a shy smile.
The house wasn’t just echoing with words anymore—It was alive with love.
“Alright, you all go freshen up. I’ll get lunch ready on the dining table by then.” Maanvi said with a warm smile.
“Okay.” everyone replied together.
They all headed to their rooms to freshen up. After a while, they came downstairs just as the servants started bringing hot lunch from the kitchen to set on the dining table.
“Wow! Aloo paratha—my favorite!” Aarav exclaimed happily.
“That’s exactly why I had it made,” Maanvi said lovingly.
“But what about us? We don’t eat oily food,” Deepak’s mother said with a hint of concern.
“Yes, Mom, I know… your soup is heating up and will be here soon. Just a little patience,” Maanvi replied with affection.
The aroma from the kitchen mingled with the warmth of relationships, turning the whole house into a lively celebration.
“No need to wait… look, our lunch has arrived too!” Khushi said with a laugh.
“Wow! Thukpa! And even veg keema noodles!” Yuvraj exclaimed happily, as if his favorite dishes had just appeared before him.
Everyone then gathered around the dining table, smiling and laughing, and peacefully began their meal together. Each plate was filled with more than just flavor—it carried the warmth of family.
After lunch, they all moved to the living room, settling in comfortably. Laughter, jokes, old stories, and fresh conversations filled the air, weaving moments of joy and connection.
Meanwhile — at Divya’s house
Divya was sitting in her room, talking to someone on the phone. There was a soft smile in her voice, a calmness on her face. But just then, she heard Reyansh calling from downstairs.
“Divya! Come down for a minute!”
She quickly ended the call and walked down the stairs.
“Yes, bro? Did you call me?” she asked.
“Yes… actually, I need to talk to you,” Reyansh said in a serious tone, his expression calm but intense—clearly, this wasn’t a light conversation.
Looking into his eyes, Divya felt a slight wave of concern rise within her.
“Tell me, bro… what happened?” she asked, her voice soft but slightly anxious.
“Now that your studies are complete, I was thinking you should join the office.” Reyansh said casually as he settled into the sofa. His voice had that same calm firmness that always left Divya feeling conflicted.
“Great… just perfect. Of course he had to bring this up now.” She sighed inwardly, mentally groaning. “I really don’t want to join the office yet.” Honestly, if she could, she’d just run upstairs, lock the door, and nap her worries away.
When she didn’t respond for a while, Reyansh glanced at her again. “You’re quiet… are you thinking something?”
“Hmm? No, not really.” she replied, forcing a half-hearted smile.
“So then, when are you joining the office?” This time, his tone carried weight — like this wasn’t something she could dodge anymore.
Divya let out a soft breath. Her eyes lowered, and her voice dropped to a quiet murmur. “The office… not right now. I’m not want to start working just yet.”
“Why?” Reyansh asked, a trace of conflict in his voice.
“Because I want to explore a bit right now.” Divya said, gathering some courage. “I’ll join another company first, gain experience… and then I’ll come to our office.”
“But you can learn everything at our office too.” Reyansh replied, a hint of irritation slipping through.
“No, Bro.” Divya said firmly, standing her ground. Her tone was soft but unshakable.
There was a pause. Reyansh looked at her for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. Then he nodded slightly. “Alright… whatever you feel is right.”
“Thank you, bro.” Divya smiled gently. “Now I’ll head to my room and start applying for jobs.”
“Okay.” he replied, nodding again—watching silently as she walked away, a thousand unsaid words hanging between them.
On the other side — Rajbhandari Industrial Company
Shivay had just returned to his cabin after wrapping up a long meeting. He sank into his chair, loosening his tie slightly, when—
Knock knock.
"May I come in, sir?" the receptionist peeked in nervously.
"Yeah, come in," Shivay replied without even looking up from the file in his hand.
"Sir, there’ve been multiple calls from your home. It seemed… urgent," she said hesitantly.
He looked up then, brows drawing together slightly. "Alright, you may go. I’ll check."
"Yes, sir." She gave a polite nod and left the cabin.
Shivay reached for his phone lying on the table. The screen lit up with a long list of missed calls—Mom, Home, Mom, Home…
"What the hell… so many calls? Oh, shit." He muttered under his breath. "Better call Mom and find out directly."
Without wasting another second, he dialed his mother’s number.
The call barely rang once before it was answered.
"Hello?" came Maanvi’s voice—quiet, but unmistakably anxious.
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