Hai ..

Hello ..

Happy reading ..

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Government Hospital, Hyderabad
Time: Midnight

The quiet of the night was disrupted as a group of masked individuals sneaked into the hospital's pharmacy godown. The corridor was dimly lit, and the sound of footsteps echoed faintly. The watchman, who had been dozing off, woke up to the sound of movement. His eyes widened as he saw the group heading toward the locked godown.

Alarmed, he was about to raise his voice when a hand clasped tightly over his mouth. A man dragged him backward, forcing him onto a chair.

"Chup chaap raho, varna hum bolenge ki tum bhi iss crime mein partner ho."

(Stay silent, or we'll say you're an accomplice in this crime.)

The watchman froze, fear gripping him. His hands were tied to the chair, his legs bound, leaving him no choice but to comply. He weighed his options his life and job were far more important than playing the hero tonight.

Inside the Godown

"Ru, what if we're caught on CCTV?" Aniket, one of the masked men, whispered anxiously.

Arohi, the fiery leader of the group, rolled her eyes beneath her mask. She was a final-year MBBS student, driven by a sense of justice that often got her into trouble.

"Aniket, do you really think CCTV cameras in government hospitals or colleges ever work? If they did, would all this corruption happen?" Her words silenced Aniket, and the group got to work. Torchlight beams danced across the shelves as they searched for a specific box.

" box name is ***** . Iss number ka box dhoondho. Yeh yahin hoga," Arohi instructed, her voice steady and confident.

Minutes passed in tense silence until Kavya, another team member, exclaimed, "Ru, we found the box! "

" Good job, Kavya. Be careful. Don't touch anything else. " Arohi cautioned.

Kavya hesitated, her voice trembling as she asked, " Ru, what if the higher officials file a complaint with the police? "

Arohi's smirk was visible even through the dim light. She replied with a sharp edge to her tone.

" Kavya, these medicines were meant as government-funded relief for BPL families. Our higher officials are selling them on the black market. Technically, they can't complain. " She explained the matter of truth ..

"Chalo, ab hum yeh medicine uske asli hakdaar tak pahuncha sakte hai," Aniket said with determination.

(Let's deliver these medicines to the rightful people.)

" Exactly. There's a virus spreading in the slums, and these people are selling medicines meant for ₹5 at ₹50. " Kavya added angryly

The group made their way out swiftly, ensuring they left no traces.

Before leaving, Arohi approached the watchman, who was trembling in his chair. She slipped a ₹500 note into his pocket. Leaning close, she whispered:

"Agar koi tumse poochhe ki yeh sab kisne kiya, boldena tumhe kuch nahi pata. Sar pe maar ke behosh kar diya. Yehi tumhare liye better hoga."

(If anyone asks who did this, say you don't know. Say someone hit you on the head and knocked you unconscious. That'll be better for you.)

Her tone wasn't just a suggestion ,, it was a warning. The watchman nodded vigorously, his fear evident. Arohi glanced at him one last time, knowing he had recognized them but wouldn't dare speak a word.

The trio vanished into the night, carrying the stolen box of medicines. Their mission wasn't just about theft ,, it was an act of rebellion against a corrupt system, and they were determined to bring justice where it was needed most.

The night was cold, and the streets were eerily quiet. Arohi sat in the car and moving towards her home

Her fingers trembled as they clutched the edge of the steering wheel , Memories, buried deep, resurfaced with brutal clarity. Ten years ago, her life had taken a horrifying turn, one she wished she could forget but never could.

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Flashback:

The dimly lit room smelled of dampness and fear. Arohi / akshaya was barely 12 when she was dragged into the underground den. The men who brought her there exchanged knowing smirks, their greed outweighing their humanity. Ammaji,   had sold her like a piece of merchandise.

"Isko Dubai bhejna hai," one of the men had said, his voice laced with cruelty.

("She’s to be sent to Dubai.")

Akshaya’s heart raced in terror. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "Mujhe mat le jao, please!"

("Don’t take me, please!")

Just as she thought her cries would go unheard, a powerful voice echoed through the den. "Chhodo usse!"

("Let her go!")

The men froze. Daniel, a mafia leader feared by many, stood at the entrance. His eyes burned with fury, and his aura demanded immediate submission. In a swift and calculated move, he rescued Akshaya from the clutches of the traffickers.

Daniel's motives, however, were deeply personal. She resembled his biological daughter, Arohi, who had been tragically killed in an attack. His wife jaina , grieving the loss of their child, welcomed Akshaya with open arms, treating her as if she were their own.

Over time, Akshaya became Arohi—a new identity, a new family. She found solace in the warmth of Daniel's care and the unconditional love of his wife. But fate had other plans.

One fateful night, an ambush by rivals shattered their lives. Jaina , shielding Arohi from a bullet, sacrificed herself. Her lifeless body crumpled to the ground, and with her, Daniel's world collapsed.

Broken but determined, Daniel faked his death and fled to hometown Hyderabad with Arohi. He traded his empire of power for a life of obscurity, raising Arohi as his own in the guise of a middle-class man.

Present:

The car jolted slightly, snapping Arohi back to reality. Her chest tightened as she whispered to herself, "Didi, I miss you. I wish I could have saved you from that witch."

Her eyes welled up with tears as she remembered jaina , akansha the only maternal figure who had ever truly cared for her. A lump formed in her throat, and she clenched her fists.

She came to her room from balcony and pretended like there is nothing happened in last few hours ..

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The morning sun casts a warm glow into the small kitchen, its light disrupted by the sound of something falling heavily to the floor. The loud clatter broke Arohi's peaceful sleep, and her brows furrowed as she sat up groggily.

"What fell down now?" she muttered to herself, slipping on her slippers.

She trudged to the kitchen, still in her pajamas, and leaned against the doorframe, listening intently. This wasn't unusual. Such noises had become part of her morning routine, courtesy of her father's experiments in the kitchen.

Inside, her father, Daneil  who became now Murthi ji, was muttering to himself as he picked up a fallen pot. His voice carried a mix of frustration and self-pity, laced with the weariness of a retired man who found solace in complaining about everything.

"I don't know how long I'll have to keep doing this alone. Managing the house all by myself is exhausting!" he said to himself.

Arohi smirked to herself. This was a daily ritual now. Taking a deep breath, she entered the kitchen.

"What happened, Murthi ji? What's the matter now? What are you upset about this time?" she asked playfully, addressing him with the name she often used for teasing him.

Murthi ji straightened up, his face a mixture of mock annoyance and genuine worry. "I'm not upset, I'm just stating the truth! No one listens to me anymore. And after retirement, it's even worse!"

Arohi chuckled, pulling open the fridge to retrieve the milk.

" Waise retirement ke pehle bhi koun sunta tha aapki? Ghar mein do hi log hai, ek main aur ek aap. Aap meri baat sunte nahi aur main aapki baat nahi sunti. Toh complaint kisko kar rahe ho?"

(Honestly, did anyone listen to you before retirement? There are only two people in this house-me and you. You don't listen to me, and I don't listen to you. So, who exactly are you complaining to?)

Murthi ji sighed, shaking his head. "Look, Aaru, you're 22 now. You're about to complete your MBBS this year. It's time to start thinking about marriage beta."

"Dekho, ghar mein damaad aayega toh mera help hoga. Hum dono milke ghar sambhaal lenge. Tab main tumhara peecha nahi padunga."He added with a hint of desperation.

(See, once a son-in-law comes into the house, I'll finally have some help. The two of us can manage the house together, and I'll stop pestering you about this.)

Arohi poured the milk into a saucepan and turned on the stove.

"Par Murthi ji, market mein house husbands aur ideal husbands ka manufacturing band ho gaya hai. Kahaan se laun ek sundar, susheel pati ko?" she said in a no nonsense tone with

(But, Murthi ji, the market has stopped manufacturing house husbands and ideal husbands. Where am I supposed to find a perfect, sweet, and obedient husband for myself?)

"Don't lie, Aaru! The last boy I chose for you was the perfect husband material, and you still rejected him!" Murthi ji exclaimed, stirring the tea with a slightly offended tone.

"Oh yes, your perfect damaad ( son-in-law)! The one who started flirting with the waitress just because I was five minutes late to meet him at the café?" Arohi replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

Murthi ji sighed, but his voice carried confidence this time."Dekhna, mera ideal damaad kahin na kahin tumhara intezaar kar raha hai. Jab waqt aayega, toh zarur tumhari life mein aayega."

(Just wait and watch, Aaru. My ideal son-in-law is out there somewhere, waiting for you. When the time is right, he'll enter your life.)

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Mumbai

Suryavanshi mansion ..

Early morning..

The golden sunlight seeped through the sheer curtains, lighting up the grand Suryavanshi Mansion. Inside the lavish kitchen, the aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air. A young man, seemingly in his mid-twenties, was busy stirring a pan, his tall and muscular frame moving with precision. His smoky grey eyes reflected a blend of fatigue and determination. His sharp jawline and slightly tousled hair added to his charm, a look reminiscent of Shivaksh but with a livelier aura.

This was Rudra Suryavanshi, the youngest scion of the Suryavanshi family. Having returned home late from attending an emergency at the hospital, he was now cooking his favorite white sauce pasta to satiate his hunger.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted the serenity. It was his mother, Madhavi, entering the kitchen, visibly surprised.

“Rudra! Tum wapas kab aaye? Aur kitchen mein kya kar rahe ho?”

(Rudra! When did you return? And what are you doing in the kitchen?)

Rudra turned, flashing his signature grin. “Hospital se abhi aaya hoon, Maa. Bhook lagi thi, toh white sauce pasta bana raha tha. Aap khaogi?”

(Just got back from the hospital, Maa. I was hungry, so I’m making white sauce pasta. Want some?)

Madhavi’s brows furrowed in concern. “Toh yeh sab tumhe karne ki kya zarurat thi? Ghar mein itne saare servants hain na, beta.”

(Why did you have to do all this? There are so many servants at home, son.)

Rudra chuckled, flipping the pasta expertly in the pan.  Maa, I don’t want to be dependent on anyone. And anyway, I want to become an ideal husband. Consider this as training.

Madhavi sighed, shaking her head fondly. Her son’s playful attitude was something she could never get enough of. Unlike his elder brother Shiv, who was always serious and no-nonsense, Rudra had a knack for turning every moment into a lighthearted one.

By now, the kitchen had turned into a hub of activity. The ladies gang of the Suryavanshi family ,, Madhavi, Richa (Rudra’s aunt), and Shirisha (his elder brother Gaurav’s wife) had joined in. Wherever Rudra went, the women of the house followed; his charm was undeniable.

Richa, known for her spirited personality, spoke up with a teasing smirk. “Accha, toh ideal husband ban ke kya karoge? Don’t tell me you’ll start doing puja and all that!”

Before Rudra could respond, she leaned closer, whispering mischievously, “ let me tell you Gyaan of the day, Girls like some bad boy qualities too, Rudra. Trust me”

But before she could finish, Madhavi twisted her ear gently. “Besharam ladki! Mere bete ko bigaado mat!”

(Shameless girl! Don’t spoil my son!)

The trio burst out laughing as Richa playfully rubbed her ear. Rudra, unfazed, leaned against the counter with a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chachi, I just want to recreate all those iconic moments from Dadaji and Dadisa’s love story. Pehli baarish mein bheegna, taaron ke neeche proposal, aur ghar ki balcony se unke liye aana-jana… Sab kuch.”

(Chachi, I just want to recreate all those iconic moments from Grandpa and Grandma’s love story—getting drenched in the first rain, proposing under the stars, sneaking into their balcony… Everything.)

Shirisha chuckled, “Tum na ekdum filmy ho, Rudra.”

(You’re such a filmy person, Rudra.)

The Suryavanshi family was a joint family with three brothers , Vikram, Gaurav, and Rishab. Vikram, the eldest, was the pillar of the family, but after his accident years ago, his brothers took charge of the family business. Gaurav, the steady second-in-command, and Rishab, the youngest, shared a bond akin to Ram, Lakshman, and Bharat. And Shivaksh became hukum sa bcoz he is the elder son of the younger generation..

Rudra’s choti cha hi , Richa, was the family’s firecracker. Despite being 10 years younger than her husband, Rishab, she fit seamlessly into the family. Their marriage had been a whirlwind romance, breaking societal norms, and Rudra often sought her advice on love.

Even the patriarchs of the family—Dadaji and Dadisa ,, were icons of love, having had a love marriage in the 1960s despite belonging to rival families. Their story was the inspiration behind Rudra’s romantic dreams.

Amidst this lively family was Suhasini Bua , the ever-complaining younger sister of the senior brothers. She had a sharp tongue and a penchant for stirring up drama, but her love for the family was undeniable.

The younger generation included Gaurav’s children, Riya and Raghav, both college students; Rishab’s adorable three-year-old daughter, Nina and Suhasini’s daughter, Ruhi ( completing her schooling ) . The kids shared a bond of pure love and mischief, adding to the vibrant atmosphere of the Suryavanshi mansion.

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As Rudra served the steaming pasta, the kitchen echoed with laughter and banter. Despite their quirks and differences, the Suryavanshi family was a portrait of love and togetherness.

But little did they know, their peaceful lives were about to take an unexpected turn. The Devshree sisters were about to enter their lives, bringing with them a whirlwind of emotions, challenges, and love.

To be continued…

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