A girl stood by the gate of her house, her luggage neatly placed beside her, waiting for the taxi. Her eyes scanned the road restlessly, shimmering with hope—like the early morning sun peeking through stubborn clouds, uncertain yet patiently determined.
“Oh god, I've been waiting for an hour! That taxi guy said he'd be in here in ten minutes—it's been a whole hour now!” That girl muttered to herself, pacing in frustration. “If I miss my flight... no,no, i can't even think about that!”
She was just about to walk away, dragging her luggage behind her, when a voice called out from behind.
“Ma'am, where are you going? I have come.” The taxi driver said, slightly out of breath, as he'd been racing time itself to get to her.
“You didn't come very early,huh!?” That girl said with a sarcastic smile, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed.
“Ma'am, I got stuck in terrible traffic... and then the taxi's tire got punctured.” The driver explained, scratching his head nervously. “That's why I'm late.”
“Alright, fine.” That girl sighned, her tone still laced with annoyance. “But why didn't you at least call and inform me?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Actually, ma'am, I did try calling you, but your phone wasn't reachable.” The driver replied quickly, trying to defend himself. “Anyway, let's not waste more time. Please get in, I'll load your luggage in the trunk.”
“Alright then.” That girl said with a small nod, still a bit grumpy but too tired to argue any further.
The driver carefully placed her luggage in the trunk, shutting it with a dull thud. Then he slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, and the taxi slowly rolled forward, leaving behind the quiet gate and the morning stillness.
“I guess I'll just listen to some music on my Airpods while he drives.” That girl murmured to herself, pulling out her airpods from her bag.
With soft sigh, she slipped them into her ears and leaned back, letting the melody drown out her thoughts. But just as she started to settle in the taxi jarked to a sudden stop, snapping her out of her musical escape.
“What happened? Why did you stop the taxi?” That girl asked, pulling out one of her airpods, her brows furrowing in concern.
“I don't know ma'am. It's suddenly stopped.” The taxi driver replied, stepping out with a puzzled look. “Let me check what's wrong.”
“Alright, go check.” That girl said, trying to keep her patience in check.
“Yes ma'am.” The driver nodded and walked to the front of the taxi.
He popped the hood open with a creak and began inspecting the engine, his brows knitting together as he tried to figure out the sudden breakdown.
“Ma'am, it looks like we're out of petrol... and there's no gas station nearby either.” The driver said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly dreading her reaction.
“What? What are you saying?” That girl snapped, her voice rising in disbelief. “ You must have some extra petrol with you, right?” She asked hoping—praying—that he wasn't as clueless as he looked.
“No, ma'am... I don't have any.” The driver said, his voice dropping low, almost as if he was afraid she might just explode any second.
“What??” That girl exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock, her patience hanging by a very thin thread now.
“I'm really sorry, ma'am.” The driver said, his voice almost pleading, as he stood there helplessly beside the broken-down taxi.
“Alright, just take my luggage out.” That girl said sharply crossing her arms. “I'll book another taxi and leave.”
“Okay ma'am.” The taxi driver said quickly.
The taxi driver quickly pulled out her luggage and placed it on the side. Without wasting another second, that girl grabbed her bags and hurried away.
“Oh god, it's already 3:45 and my flight to the UK is at 4:30!” She muttered under her breath, panic rising in her chest. “How can I suppose to reach the airport on the time now? All because of that taxi driver—first he came late, and then his taxi ran out of petrol!” Her mind raced as fast as her footsteps. “If I miss this flight, my brother definitely keep me stop in Nepal and dump all the office work on me. No, no, no! I'm not letting that happen. Before the flight leaves... run divya run!”
And with that she broke into a sprint, determination blazing in her eyes.
Clutching her luggage tightly in one hand, Divya raced down the road, weaving through the scattered crowd, her heart hammering against her ribs.
But before she could even realize what was happening, a car speeding from behind—and with a sharp thud, it knocked into her, sending her stumbling and crashing onto the ground.
“How dare you!” She shouted, her voice trembling with rage, ready to unleash the storm that was building inside her.
A man stepped out of the car, but instead of apologizing, he started scolding her, his tone dripping with irritation.
“Is this your personal garden that you were running around like that?” He snapped, glaring at her. “If i hadn't slammed the brakes just in time, your life would've come to a full stop by now!”
Divya tried to get up, but a sharp pain shot through her leg, making her wince and stumble back to the ground.
“Ahh! Shut up!” She snapped, her voice trembling with pain and fuey. “It's your fault, and yet you're yelling at me? What if something serious had happened to me because of you?"
“So would you have gone straight from here to there.” The man said sarcastically, pointing toward the sky with a mocking smirk.
“Calm down, Divya... You've got a flight to catch, not time to fight with this guy.” She reminded herself silently, taking a deep breath to cool the fire inside her.
She tried to get up again, biting her lip to stop the whimper, but the moment she put pressure on her injured leg, pain shot through her like lighting.
“Ahh! Mumma...” She gasped, her face contorting in pain as she collapsed back down.
Seeing her struggle, the man's expression shifted—just a flicker—and slowly extended his hand toward her,hesitant but... human.
“I don't need your help, so just leave. Or else...” Divya hissed, her voice filled with defiance.
But before she could finish her sentence, the man did something that left her completely speechless. Without saying a word, he bent down and effortlessly lifted her into his arms, cradling her as if she weighed nothing.
“What are you doing? Put me down!” Divya demanded, her voice sharp with frustration as she struggled in his arms.
“I'm helping you, can't you see?” The man replied, his tone still calm, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“I told you, I don't need your help! Didn't you hear me? Put me down!” Divya snapped, her frustration boiling over.
Without a word, the man ignored her protests and carefully placed her in car, securing her safely in the seat before he took her luggage and placed it inside as well.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” Divya shouted, squirming in her seat as he shut the door beside her.
“I am letting you go—that's why I put you in the car.” The man said, smirking. “Now tell me where to throw you—oops, I mean drop you off.”
“I was supposed to go to the airport. I had a flight.” Divya said bitterly, her voice laced with frustration. “But thanks to you, I missed it.”
“Oh, hello? You were the one who came running into my lane.” The man shot back, clearly annoyed now. “And how exactly did everything that happened in the last 20 minutes cause you to miss your flight? You should've left for the airport earlier—because it takes at least an hour to get there from here. So instead of blaming me, do is both a favour and keep that mouth of your shut.”
“Are you some kind of teacher, giving me a pointless lecture?” Divya snapped, her annoyance rising. “Mister whatever?”
“Shivaay Rajbhandari is my name, Miss. Not Mr whatever.” The man said his voice carrying an air of authority, as if his name alone should be enough to silence her.
“So what, am I supposed to pickle your name and store it?” Divya said with biting sarcasm, her eyes flashing with that signature fire—one that could make anyone think twice before daring to talk back.
“Look at that swagger... no idea what she's got such an attitude about.” Shivaay though to himself, his jaw tightening slightly as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
“Mr. Whatever, are you going to drive this car or not? And can you please just drop me home already?” Divya said, her tone sharp and irritated, as she shot him an expectant glare.
“You can't go home right now.” Shivaay said firmly his tone leaving no room for argument.
“And why not?” Divya asked, narrowing her eyes at him, clearly not the type to take orders without answers.
“Why? Because you're hurt, and you can't even stand properly.” Shivaay said, his tone calm but firm. “So first, we're going to the hospital for your check-up. After that, I'll drop you home.”
“No, I'm not going to the hospital.” Divya said stubbornly, crossing her arms. “This pain will go away once I take a painkiller. So just drop me home, straight and simple.”
“Looking at you, it doesn't seem like a painkiller is going to fix this.” Shivay said, his eyes narrowing with concern. “There's a hospital nearby—we're going there first, no agreements.”
“But I don't want to go.” Divya protested, her voice laced with frustration as she looked away, clearly not ready to back down.
“No buts.” Shivay said firmly, starting the car. “We're going straight to the hospital. End of discussion.”
Shivay started the car and didn't stop until they reached the hospital gates. Only then did he hit the brakes.
“Look, we've arrived.” He said, glancing at her with a matter-of-fact tone.
Shivay stepped out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door for her.
“Come on, let's go inside now.” he said his tone gentle but unyielding.
Shivay extended his hand toward her, calm but insistent.
“No... I don't want to go, please.” Divya said softly, her voice trembling just a little, laced with reluctance and discomfort.
“You're not going to listen willingly, are you?” Shivay muttered, a sigh escaping his lips. “Looks like I'll have to handle this my way.”
“What do you mean by that?” Divya asked, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously, already sensing he was up to something.
Without saying another word, Shivay suddenly scooped divya up into his arms, ignoring her startled gasp, and strode straight into the hospital—calm, composed, and completely unfazed by her protests.
“What are you doing?” Divya asked, her voice laced with both confusion and frustration.
“Can't you see what I'm doing?” Shivay replied, his tone sharp, as he continued walking without breaking his stride.
“Yeah but can't you see how everyone's staring at us?” Divya retorted, her face flushed with embarrassment as she noticed the curious glances from the people around.
“Yeah, let them stare.” Shivay said nonchalantly.
With that, he gently set divya down on a chair, before walking over to the receptionist, his steps calm and purposeful.
“Excuse me?” Shivay said politely, approaching the desk.
“Yes, sir, How many I help you?” The receptionist asked with a professional smile.
“Are the dressing doctor and orthopaedic doctor available right now?” Shivay asked, his tone serious.
“Yes, sir, The dressing doctor is on leave, but the orthopedic doctor, Dr. Suresh, is available.” The receptionist reply politely.
“Which room is Dr. Suresh in?” Shivay asked, his patience thinning as he looked at the receptionist.
“Dr. Suresh is in room number fifteen.” The receptionist replied, pointing toward the hallway.
“Alright, thank you.” Shivay said, his voice cool and collected.
Then, without hesitation, he scooped divya into his arms once again, carrying her to room number fifteen. He knocked firmly on the door before waiting for a response.
“May I come in?” Shivay asked, his voice calm yet firm.
“Come in.” The doctor replied from inside.
Shivay walked in carefully setting divya down on a chair, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before turning to the doctor.
“What happened?” Dr. Suresh asked, glancing at divya with concern.
“She twisted her ankle and has a wound as well—it's bleeding.” Shivay replied, his tone laced with urgency.
“Alright, let me take a look. Please help her onto the bed.” Dr. Suresh instructed.
“Okay, but the receptionist said the dressing doctor is on leave. So who's going to do her dressing now?” Shivay asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
“These nurse will handle it.” Dr. Suresh said, gesturing toward a nurse. “Now, please help her lie down on the bed.”
“Alright,doctor” Shivay replied, nodding.
With that, he gently helped divya lie down on the bed, his expression softening as he ensured she was comfortable.
“Hm! How much pain are you in?” Dr. Suresh asked, his voice calm as he examined her injury.
“It hurts a lot, doctor.” Divya replied, her voice strained from the pain.
“Alright, but how did this injury happen?” Dr. Suresh asked, looking at divya with concern.
“Well, doctor, she was running like a child in the middle of the road, and then she ran straight into my car.” Shivay explained nonchalantly.
Hearing this, divya shot shivay an angry glare, her eyes blazing with frustration.
“Doctor didn't asked you, so why are you answering?” Divya snapped, her anger evident.
“Fine, I won't answer.” Shivay said, his own frustration creeping into his tone as he shot her a quick glance.
“Alright, first we'll bandage you. Nurse, please come here and do the dressing for her, while I'll get the bandages from the cupboard.” Dr. Suresh instructed.
“Okay doctor.” The nurse replied, moving to attend to divya.
The nurse carefully cleaned divya's injury and then bendaged it properly.
“Alright, now you'll need an injection.” Dr Suresh said
“Why an injection?” Divya asked, her voice filled with confusion and a hint of worry.
“Because it's necessary. The injection will help you walk in a little while and speed up the healing process.” Dr. Suresh explained patiently. “Nurse, prepare the injection.”
“No, I don't want the injection.” Divya replied, her voice firm as she looked at him with determination.
“Look, miss, just listen to the doctor and get the injection. It's necessary.” Shivay said, his tone more serious now.
“You stay quiet, you just want me to be in pain, to wriggle in agony, don't you?” Divya shot back, her eyes filled with irritation and defiance.
“What's this supposed to mean?” Shivay said, his tone a mix of surprise and frustration.
“Alright, both of you, please calm down. I'll give you the injection gently, you won't feel much pain.” Dr. Suresh said, trying to reassure her.
“No, absolutely not!” Divya retorted, her resolve unwavering as she shook her head.
“Look, stop being stubborn. Just get the injection quickly, Uhmm... here, take my hand. If it hurts, you can bites it.” Shivay said, trying to calm her down.
“Alright, fine.” Divya reluctantly agreed, she grip tightening on his hand.
As the doctor moves, forward to administer the injection, divya winces in pain, and as soon as the needle pierces her skin, She grips shivay's hand tightly and bites down hard on it in response to the intense pain.
“It's done. Now, you should rest for a while.” Dr. Suresh said, his voice calm as he stepped back.
“Okay, doctor.” Divya replied, still wincing slightly from the pain but grateful it was over.
“Hey, your teeth are really sharp! The spot where you bit me still hurts.” Shivay said, wincing as he rubbed the spot on his hand where divya had bitten him.
“Hmm! What?” Divya asked, her brows furrowing in confusion.
“Nothing.” Shivay replied quickly, trying to brush it off with a small smile.
“Excuse me, Mister? Could you please come here for a moment?” Dr. Suresh asked politely, glancing in shivay's direction
“Sure, doctor.” Shivay replied, stepping forward without hesitation.
Shivay walked up to Dr. Suresh.
“Yes, doctor, what happened?” Shivay asked
“These are some medicine. Could you please bring them from outside?” Dr. Suresh asked politely.
“Alright, doctor. I'll get them.” Shivay said softly.
He then stepped out, heading to the pharmacy. After a few moments, he returned with the medicines in hand and handed them over to the doctor suresh.
“Make sure to feed her before giving these medicines.” Dr. Suresh said
“Got it, doctor.” Shivay replied
He then made his way back to divya.
“I'll go get you something to eat. In the meantime, just rest for a while, okay?” Shivay said gently to divya.
“Okay.” Divya nodded softly.
With that, shivay walked out toward the cafeteria to grab food. just then, a soft knock echoed on Dr. Suresh's cabin door.
“Come in.” Dr. Suresh called out.
The door creaked open, and the person stepped inside the room.
“Huh, Reyansh? You here? How did you come?” Dr. Suresh asked, his voice tinged with surprise.
“Actually, I had a meeting at the café nearby, so I thought I'd drop by to see you. After all, you're my high school classmate.” Reyansh said with smile.
“Yeah, that's true.” Dr. Suresh said with a nodded.
“Huh? Bro, you here?” Divya asked in surprise, her brows furrowing as she struggled to sit up slightly, clearly not expecting to see him there.
“Divya, you're here? And what happened to you?” Reyansh asked, his voice laced with surprise and concern.
“Hey, bro, it's nothing serious. I just tripped over a stone while walking, so I came to get it bandage.” Divya said casually, masking the truth with a smooth lie as a she offered a faint smile to reyansh.
“Hmm... a stone, huh? Are you sure that's all it is? Because it really doesn't look like the kind of injury you'd get just from tripping over a stone.” Reyansh said, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Absolutely! What else could it be? Bro, forget all that and tell me—how do you know this doctor?” Divya said, quickly changing the subject, a fake smile playing on her lips.
“Oh, he's my high school classmate. After so many years, I thought I'd drop by and catch up.” Reyansh smiled lightly and said.
“Wow, the world is really so small, isn't it?” Divya looked at both of them in surprise.
“Really, who would've known that my patient would turn out to be my classmate's sister?” Dr. Suresh laughed and said.
“Absolutely, that's true.” Reyansh said with a nod.
“Bro, let's go home now. I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore.” Divya said softly.
“Alright then, Suresh, I'll take my leave now.” Reyansh said with a small smile.
“Alright and here are some medicines. Make sure to give them to her after she eats.” Dr. Suresh said
“Got it.” Reyansh replied
“You're okay, right?” Reyansh looked at divya and said softly.
“Yeah, it hurts a bit, but I can walk now.” Divya said, her voice steady, though a faint wince crossed her face.
“You'd better get well soon, and next time, if there's a stone in your path, be more careful.” Reyansh said, his tone teasing but laced with concern.
“Don't worry, next time I'll walk like I'm in a minefield.” Divya said with a playful smile.
Talking just like that, the two of them stepped out of Dr. Suresh's cabin, their footsteps light and their conversation fading like a whisper in the hallway air.
“By the way, Bro, Dr. Suresh is your high school classmate, where's that Mr. Rajbhandari, your bestfriend?” Divya asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Ohh, him? He's so caught up in his work that we only talk over the phone, and on the top of that, I'm always swamped with my own stuff.” Reyansh said with a shrug.
“Ohh, I see.” Divya replied, her curiosity satisfied for the moment.
Then, Divya and Reyansh step out of the hospital and get into the car, heading toward home. Just as they drive off, Shivay enters Dr. Suresh cabin with the food in hand.
“Hmm? Doctor, where did she go?” Shivay asked, his brows furrowed in confusion as he glanced around the room.
“Actually, her brother come by, so she left with him.” Dr. Suresh explained calmly.
“Oh, alright.” Shivay muttered softly.
Without another word, he turned around and walked out, the quiet echo of his footsteps trailing behind him as he made his way toward the parking lot, heading home-alone.
At Rajbhandari Mansion
“Listen, Shivay's father.” Manvi said, her tone soft yet holding a hint of urgency.
“Yes, tell me, dear.” Deepak replied with a warm smile.
“See, Shivay still hasn't come home. He's usually back by this time every day. I don't know why he's so late today-and his phone is not reachable too.” Manvi said, her voice laced with growing worry as paced near the window.
“Oh, my dear, don't worry. He must be on his way. Probably stick in traffic. You know how it is with Kathmandu traffic.” Deepak said, trying to reassure her. “And as for the phone, maybe there's no network, or it could be that his phone died. Don't worry, okay?” He added, his voice calm and comforting, hoping to ease her anxiety.
“But I'm his mother-how can I not worry?” Manvi said, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with emotion. Her eyes shimmered with concern, the kind only a mother carries when her child doesn't return home on time.
“Ugh, these mother's... No matter how the world turns upside down, they can never stop worrying about their children.” Deepek said, shaking his head with a smile, though there was a touch of affection in his voice.
“Yes, that's true. You should also call shivay once, maybe it'll go through.” Manvi said, her voice filled with a flicker of hope, as she looked at deepak, silently wishing for a sign that everything was okay.
“Alright, fine.” Deepak said, nodding as he reached for his phone.
Just as he was about to dial shivay's number, the sound of the doorbell rang through the house, interrupting him.
“Maybe it's shivay, I'll check.” Manvi said, starting to rise from her seat.
“No, ma'am, please stay seated, I'll go.” A servent quickly interject.
“Alright.” Manvi said with a soft sigh, settling back onto the couch.
The servent went to open the door, and there stood Shivay.
“Good evening, sir.” The servent greeted politely.
“Good evening.” Shivay replied softly, his voice barely audible, as he stepped inside, his expression unreadable.
“Shivay, you're here?” Manvi asked, her tone a mix of relief and concern.
“No, the one standing in front of you right now, that's my ghost.” Shivay replied, his voice laced with sarcasm and a playful smirk on his face.
“Huh? You're being cheeky? Wait, I'll show you!” Manvi said, her voice laced with play fury.
With that, she grabbed the stick lying nearby and took off after him, ready to give him a light smack for his teasing.
“Mom, Mom, I was just joking, sorry. Please forgive me.” Shivay said, his voice filled with playful panic as he tried to escape her chase.
“Alright, fine. I'm letting you off this time. But remember next time.” Manvi said, her voice softening as she stopped in her tracks, through there was a teasing smile on her lips.
“Alright, now tell me-why are you so late? Why wasn't phone reachable? And what's with that mark on your hand?” Manvi bombarded Shivay with questions, her eyes scanning him from head to toe.
“Mom, so many questions all at once? At least take a breath first.” Shivay said with a light chuckle, trying to ease the tension.
But Manvi just narrowed her eyes at him, clearly not amused, as if she could see right through his attempt dodge the answers.
“Okay okay, don't look at me like that, Mom I'm telling you.” Shivay said, raising his hands in surrender.
“Then spit it out.” Manvi said, her arms folded and brows raising the classic mom glare fixed firmly on him-one that demanded answers, not excuses.
“My phone died, that's why no one could reach me. And as for why I was late-and this mark on my hand... Well, that's a pretty long story.” Shivay said, his tone trying to dodge the details.
“Along story, huh? What kind of long story? Will his highness grace us with the honer of hearing it too?” Deepak said, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk.
“Of course, general.” Shivay said with a playful smirk.
“Well, look at you...” Deepak shouted at Shivay, a teasing edge in his voice.
“Alright, sorry... I'll tell you everything.” Shivay said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.
Then with a deep breath, he began recounting the entire incident to his mom and dad-from divya's accident, the hospital visit, her fear of injections, to the part where she bit his hand out of pain.
As he spoke, Manvi and Deepek listened intently, their expressions shifting between concern, amusement, and surprise. By the time Shivay finished, Manvi's worried face had softened, though a teasing glint sparkled in her eyes.
“Mister whatever, huh? That's quite the nickname she's given you.” Deepak said, laughing heartily.
“And tell me, is she really planning to pickle your name now?” Manvi added beetween giggles.
“Mom, dad, can you please stop teasing me?” Shivay groaned, trying his best to keep a straight face.
“How can we stop? We've got such a golden opportunity to tease you.” Deepak chuckle, clearly enjoying himself.
“Dad!” Shivay whined like a child, crossing his arms with a dramatic pout as his parents burst into another round of laughter.
“Alright now, stop bothering my son.” Manvi said with a warm smile, placing a gentle hand on shivay's shoulder. “Shivay, go freshen up. The servents are preparing dinner,hmm?”
“Okay, Mom.” Shivay replied with a soft smile.
With that, he headed upstairs to his room, ready to wash away the long day and the chaos it brought
“Did you see, shivay's dad?” Manvi asked
“Yes, I did.” Deepak replied
“I've never seen shivay this happy in all these years.” Manvi added softly.
“Yes, you're right... ever since that incident, he's always been rude, arrogant, and walking around with anger on his nose.” Deepak said with a sigh.
“Yes... I lost my bestfriend in that accident... and you lost your friend too... and shivay... he lost his 'Avi' that day.” Manvi voice softened, her eyes clouding with emotion.
A heavy silence settles between them.
“I wish I could go back to that day... Change everything...” Deepak whispered, his voice breaking as tears slipped down his cheeks.
“Shhh... don't cry, shivay's dad. We can't change what's already written by fate.” Manvi said softly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“I know... but still I miss them so much.” Deepak replied, his voice heavy with emotion.
“Miss who, dad?” came a sudden voice from behind.
Both of them startled, turning quickly to see shivay standing there, towel around his neck, his hair still damp. His brows furrowed in confusion. Sensing the sudden, shift in atmosphere.
“No one, son...” Deepak said hastily.
“Shivay, you've come? Come on now, let's have dinner.” Manvi said with a soft smile, trying to steer the conversation away.
But Shivay wasn't one to let things slide so easily.
“Before that, tell me—who is dad missing?” Shivay asked directly, his eyes fixed on his mother, reading the tension in her expression.
“And who else would he miss? Manvi said, gently changing the direction of the conversation. “Your sister... Your grandma... Your two cousins... And your uncle and aunt.”
Shivay paused for a moment, a flicker of longing in his eyes.
“Oh, by the way, when will they come?” Shivay asked, his voice laced with quiet curiosity.
“Mom said they will all come tomorrow, and your cousin said they will also arrive tomorrow, but your sister—no one knows when she will come.” Manvi said softly.
“Oh, alright then.” Shivay nodded and said.
“Now go and take your seat at the dinning table, I'll serve the food.” Manvi said, already heading toward the kitchen.
“But mom, isn't that the servent's job? Why would you do it yourself, huh?” Shivay asked, raising an eyebrow in protest.
“Yeah, but they're busy with something else right now. And whether they serve or I do—it's all the same, isn't it?” Manvi said with a gentle smile.
“Alrigt, mom. Whatever you said.” Shivay replied with a faint smile of his own.
Then manvi lovingly served the food, placing the plates gently in front of Shivay and Deepak.
“Here you go, both of you. Now start eating.” Manvi said with a warm smile.
“But mom, where's your plate?” Shivay asked, a note of concern slipping into his voice.
“I'll eat after you both start. Let me bring just bring the rest of the dishes.” Manvi chuckled softly and said.
“You always said that... but half the time you end up eating cold food.” Shivay raised an eyebrow and said
“He's right. Come on, Manvi, sit down. Everything else can wait.” Deepak chimed in with a laugh.
“But—” Manvi was about to protest.
“No buts. Just sit down, Mom.” Shivay immediately cut her off.
His tone was laced with affection, but also had a gentle firmness— as if he couldn't bear to see her eat a cold meal one more time.
“Alright, alright... I'm coming.” Hesitating slightly, Manvi nodded.
She joined them at the table, her eyes softening as she watched her family together—contentment and peace shining quietly through her smile.
Then Shivay served food onto Manvi's plate himself, making sure she had everything she liked. Once everyone had their plates, the three of them began eating peacefully.
“Hey, pass me that dessert.” Shivay said one of the servents, gesturing casually.
“Okay sir.” The servent replied politely, stepping forward to do as told.
The servent handed the dessert over the Shivay.
“Sir, should I serve the kheer in a bowl?” The servent asked respectfully.
“Yes, of course.” Shivay replied with a nod.
Then the servent served the kheer in a bowl and handed it to shivay.
“Thank you.” Shivay said politely.
“It's my duty, sir.” The servent replied humbly.
Then the servent went back to the kitchen to continue his work. After a while, everyone finished their meals and retired to their respective rooms.
On the other side, at Divya's house
Reyansh was lovingly feeding divya with his own hands, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched her eat.
“Bro, you should eat too.” Divya said softly, looking up at him concern in her eyes.
“You eat first. Besides, I already had something at the office.” Reyansh replied with a gentle smile.
“Alright then.” Divya said softly.
“My dear sister, open your mouth.” Reyansh said with warmth smile.
Then reyansh kept feeding divya continuously.
“Bro, enough! I don't want to eat anymore.” Divya protested.
“Enough? What do you mean enough? You still have to drink your soup.” Reyansh replied with a mock sternness, a playful glint in his eyes.
“What soup? No way! I'm not drinking it.” Divya said, making a face. “I'm full, and you already know i don't like soup.”
“Yeah, I know.” Reyansh said softly. “But you still have to drink it... because you're not feeling well.”
“Bro, it's just a small spain on my leg, and you're behave like I've been in major accident or something. Ugh!” Divya huffed, rolling her eyes.
Reyansh chuckled, brushing her hair gently behind her ear. “Of course I'll behave like that you're my one and only little sister, hmm... my adorable little troublemaker.”
He picked up the bowl of soup with a soft smile. “Now be a good girl and let me feed you this soup.”
“Nooo, bro, please...” Divya pouted, her lips curled in protest.
“No excuses will work.” Reyansh said, crossing his arms like a strict elder.
“But bro, I really don't want to... please...” Divya whined agin, squirming like a little child.
“Come on, open your mouth now, I won't make you drink too much.” Reyansh said gently.
“Just a little, okay?” Divya replied, scrunching her nose in protest.
“Alright, my stubborn sister.” Reyansh smiled, lovingly ruffling her hair.
Then divya opened her mouth, and reyansh lovingly fed her the soup.
“Hmm, bro, this is really tasty!” Divya said
“Yeah, I know, and this is your favourite food's soup.” Reyansh said with smile.
“Huh... Which favourite food, bro?” Divya asked, curious.
“See yourself.” Reyansh said with smile.
“Hmm... Paneer soup! Thank you bro you're the best!” Divya exclaimed with joy.
“I know, I know... princess.” Reyansh said lovingly.
Then reyansh continued feeding divya the soup and she finished it all. After that reyansh got up and cleaned the table, placing all the dishes into the dishwasher. Once everything was done, he brought medicine and a glass of water for divya. She took the medicine without fuss. Then, both of them went to their respective rooms for the night.
In Divya Room
Divya was lying on the bed, scrolling through her phone, when suddenly she remembered she needed to take a bath.
“Oh, I was supposed to bath! First, let me take out my clothes from the wardrobe.” Divya said to herself.
Saying this, she went over to her wardrobe and opened it—only find it completely empty, not a single piece of clothing Inside.
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