A heartfelt welcome to you,dear cutie reader, in 1st chapter, and a warm thank you for choosing my book. I hope you will like it!!...
Somewhere in delhi.....
As I walked through the door, the familiar scent of home welcomed me after my long shift at the hospital.
It was past 11 at night, and the house was quiet. Not the kind of peaceful quiet, but the kind that settles after an argument-cold and heavy.
I checked my parents' rooms. As expected, they were sleeping separately. That's how it always was. Their fights ended with silence, their silence stretched into distance, and distance had long turned into a habit.
Sighing, I went straight to my room, freshened up, and headed to the kitchen. I knew my mother wouldn't have made dinner-she never did after a fight. It didn't bother me anymore. If anything, cooking felt like therapy.
I made myself a plate of white sauce pasta, the creamy aroma momentarily soothing the ache inside me. After eating, exhaustion finally took over, and I barely remembered slipping under the covers before sleep consumed me.
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Morning
I woke up at 7, the routine too ingrained in me to break, even on my day off. As I stepped into the living room, the tension was still there. My father sat on the couch, eyes glued to the news, while my mother moved around the kitchen in silence.
I walked over to help her.
"Vaani beta, I'm sorry," she said softly.
I smiled, shaking my head. "Maa, it's okay. I didn't sleep on an empty stomach. I made something, and trust me, it was delicious. You know how good I am at cooking."
She let out a small sigh and hugged me. I knew she would carry the guilt all day if I didn't reassure her. This was our pattern-my parents fought, my mother shut down, and in the morning, she'd apologize to me, as if I was the one she had hurt.
It wasn't as bad now as it was when I was a child. Back then, I didn't know how to cook, and I'd go to bed hungry. But now? Now, I have control over at least this part of my life.
If I weren't a cardiologist, I think I'd be a chef.
"Vaani?" My mother's voice pulled me from my thoughts.
"Hmm?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Nothing, Maa. Just random thoughts."
Just then, my father called me. "Vaani."
I turned. "Yes, Papa?"
"Bring my breakfast. I'm hungry."
"Abhi laa rhi hoon."
That was the only time he acknowledged me-when he needed something from me.
I handed him his plate and quietly took mine back to my room. This was the only space that felt like home. Sitting by my study table, I picked up the romance novel I had started reading.
Books were my escape. They took me away from the toxicity of this house and into a world where love wasn't just an illusion.
I wanted that-a real family. A husband who would love me, in-laws who would treat me as their own, and children who would grow up in a home filled with warmth. A world far away from this cold reality.
I sighed and forced myself to focus on my book.
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Evening
By the evening, I needed air. My favorite coffee place sounded like the perfect escape.
As I reached the street, I was about to cross when I noticed a child playing too close to the road. My heart dropped.
At that exact moment, a car came speeding toward him.
Without thinking, I ran, scooping the child into my arms just in time. The car screeched to a stop inches away from us.
I clutched the child tightly, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
The driver stepped out, and instead of checking if we were okay, he started yelling.
"What the hell were you thinking?!"
I blinked in shock. Was he serious? He was the one speeding!
Anger flared inside me. "Are you insane? I just saved this child from your reckless driving, and you're yelling at me?!"
The driver scoffed, about to argue back, when the back door of the car opened. A man stepped out. Tall, well-dressed, sharp features, hazel eyes that held an intensity that made me pause for a second.
"Enough," he said, his voice deep and authoritative.
I expected him to scold the driver, but instead, he turned to me. "You should have been more careful."
I stared at him, stunned. "Are you serious? Me? Your driver was the one speeding!"
He raised a brow. "And you left a small child unattended."
"I don't even know this child! I was just-" I stopped myself, shaking my head in disbelief. "Unbelievable. Who are you? The Prime Minister?"
The child's mother suddenly rushed forward, pulling him into a tight embrace before hurrying away.
I turned back to the man, folding my arms. "You should get your driver's eyesight checked. I can recommend a good doctor. If you can't afford it, let me know-I'll cover it."
His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable.
Then, with an exasperated sigh, he turned. "You're impossible."
"And you're insufferable," I shot back before walking away.
Even as I stepped into the coffee shop, I could still feel his gaze on me.
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At The Rajvansh Mansion
The Rajvansh mansion stood tall and majestic, exuding grandeur and royalty. Its intricate design and elegant architecture made it a sight to behold. Every corner of the house whispered luxury, from the gleaming chandeliers to the finely crafted interiors. The soft hues blended seamlessly, giving it an ethereal charm.
It was 7 AM, and the soothing sound of Aarti filled the air, creating a serene ambiance. Anvi stood in the temple, performing the morning Aarti with devotion, her voice carrying a sense of peace. After completing the ritual, she distributed Prashad to all the family members.
As everyone gathered around the grand dining table for breakfast, Sanjana, Siddharth's grandmother, looked around and frowned.
"Anvi, where is Sid?" she asked.
"Maa, he left early this morning. He had an important meeting to attend," Anvi, Siddharth's mother, replied.
Rajiv, Siddharth's grandfather, sighed. "This boy... all he does is work. He barely spends time with us anymore."
"Yes, Daddu! Even Bhaiya doesn't spend time with us like he used to," Aadya, Siddharth's younger sister, chimed in, pouting.
Anvi's expression turned worried. "I'm genuinely concerned about his future. He shows no interest in marriage, no desire for a family-just work, work, and more work. I don't know what's going to happen with him."
Rudraksh, the youngest in the family, smirked. "Oho, Badi Maa! If you're so eager for a 'Bahu,' forget Bhaiya-I'm ready for marriage!"
Anaya, his cousin, laughed. "Bhai, but the real question is-who would want to marry you?"
The entire family burst into laughter.
Rudraksh turned to his mother with a dramatic sigh. "Badi Maa, look at them! They're making fun of me, and even you're laughing. This isn't fair!"
Anvi chuckled. "Don't tease my son, all of you."
Rudraksh grinned. "Badi Maa, you're the best!"
The family continued their breakfast, teasing and laughing, cherishing the rare moments of togetherness.
Meanwhile, Siddharth emerged from his dressing room, exuding power and confidence. His hazel-brown eyes gleamed under the soft office lights, the slight curls in his hair adding to his undeniable charm. He was the kind of man who could make heads turn effortlessly. Every girl would undoubtedly swoon over his sharp features and intimidating aura.
But today, his mood was anything but charming.
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Sitting in my office cabin, I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening with frustration.
I had lost a crucial deal this morning.
And it was all because of that traitor-someone had leaked confidential information about the project.
How dare he?
Did he have any idea what consequences awaited him? Did he really think he could betray me and walk away unscathed?
I grabbed my phone and dialled my PA. "Abhinav, find that bastard. I want him in the basement by evening. No delays."
As soon as I cut the call, I inhaled sharply, trying to regain control of my temper.
The next meeting was equally important. This time, with international clients. I pushed aside my anger and focused on the negotiations. By the time the meeting ended, the sun had already begun to set.
I left the office, heading straight for my penthouse.
The world saw me as a ruthless business tycoon, but no one knew the other side of me. And honestly? No one needed to.
Sitting in the backseat of my car, I leaned against the headrest, eyes closed. But my brief moment of peace was interrupted when the driver suddenly hit the brakes.
My eyes snapped open.
A child had run into the road.
Before I could process anything, a girl dashed forward, pulling the kid into her arms just as my driver brought the car to a screeching halt.
For a moment, everything was still.
Then, my driver stepped out, furious. "Are you crazy?! Running into the road like that?"
I watched as the girl turned to him, fire blazing in her brown eyes. "Aapko motiyabind hai kya?! Gaadi chalate waqt bacha nahi dikha? Khud itni tez gaadi chala rahe hain aur mujhe sunaa rahe hain?!" (Are you blind or what?! Didn't you see the child while driving? You're the one speeding, and you're yelling at me?!)
I couldn't help but stare at her.
She was different.
Her brown eyes were captivating, her presence strong. And for a second-just a second-I found myself lost in them.
What the hell, Sid? I snapped back to reality.
I stepped out of the car. "Excuse me, Miss-whoever you are. You should have paid attention to the child instead of blaming others. It wasn't my driver's fault. I told him to drive fast-I had an urgent place to be. You, on the other hand, left a child unattended in the middle of the road. Now, you can leave."
She stared at me for a moment before scoffing. "Excuse me, Mr. Whoever-You-Are! First, your driver was the one breaking traffic rules. Second, I don't even know this child! I was just saving him from your high-speed car! And now you're blaming me? What do you think you are? The Prime Minister? Even if you were, the law is the same for everyone!"
I narrowed my eyes at her audacity.
But before I could respond, the child's mother rushed forward, grabbed him, and walked away without a word.
We both stood there, momentarily stunned.
Then, before I could get a word in, she smirked and added, "By the way, make sure your driver gets his eyes checked. You have enough money for that, right? If not, let me know-I'll get him examined by Mrs. Mathur."
And just like that, she turned and walked away.
I stood there for a full two minutes, still in shock.
Who the hell was this girl?
Was she crazy? Or was I losing my mind?
I shook my head, annoyed at myself for even thinking about her. Getting back into my car, I forced myself to push her out of my thoughts.
But no matter how hard I tried, she lingered in my mind throughout the entire drive.
And that was not a good sign.
So, this is it for the 1st chapter. I hope you all will like it... It may be a little boring . But i promise I will try my best. And pls vote & comment whether you guys like it or not?? Did you like our sid & vaani???? See you all in the next chapter.
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