A bright sunny day with cold wind in delhi a girl looking seven or eight years old wearing an old worn out tshirt which was oversized and pants was walking on the street with a bun in her hand given by a baker who adores her. The adorableness she has was always doubted the others that is she the child of that cruel family or not.
She was walking on the street with a happy cute grin on her face just cause she got an bun to eat that's how she in small things she finds happiness. Her beautiful brown doe eyes were looking golden in the sunlight, her fair skin and her chubby rosy cheeks like she was really a doll in the cruel world. As she was going towards her so called home she sees a woman with a child in her arms asking money from people and those people who think themselves as elite were ignoring that woman and the little girl without thinking twice gives the bun in which she found a little amount of happiness despite her starving....
"Here aunty......" A sweet gentle voice the little girl hands her the bun,
The woman takes that without hesitation and eats it while the girl was seeing her and peeking at the baby in the woman's arms, when the woman was done eating she sees the girl still standing was trying to peek,
Then the woman bends and asks while caressing the little girl's cheeks "do you want to see my baby"....
The little girl eagerly nods her head, then with a chuckle the woman removes the cloth which was covering baby's face and shows to the little girl.
The little girl was looking at the baby with wide grin and eyes "cute baby" she says while touching the baby's cheek and squeals....
The woman laughs seeing that and says "thank you beta for food....... Take care"....
Then the girl waves at the woman with innocent smile saying "bye bye aunty and bye bye baby".......
Then prepares herself to go to home, when she enters in the home she was on the ground with a small hand on her cheek....
Her lips were trembling because of the intensity of slap she received from her so called mother.....
"How dare you to leave the house....huhh" the mother of that little girl shouts, and grabs the arm of the little girl tightly and drags her to the living area and leave the arm harshly making the little girl stumble.
"I-i'm sorry...." The girl was crying hysterically with sobs...
"I'll will not go again ma'am....ple-please" the girl was trembling....
Then the mother of that innocent girl says " go and bring water for your sir..."
The little girl walks and brings the water for her father " s-sir...water"
The man that little girl's so called father takes that and says "get lost and don't show me your face again...."
The little girl runs to her room which was practically a store room with a mat and some old books, the girl falls on mat and starts crying facing the cruelty which was in her fate while her heart begging for the love she suppress that crave knowing she doesn't deserve it....
That was the girl who looks 7 or 8 facing the cruelty of being born, believed by others and her own parents that she is a burden....
The girl who doesn't says what she wants but gives what she has....
She is AARVIKA SHA an innocent and kind girl unfortunately the daughter of SHEKAR SHA and RAVEENA SHA a couple who is greedy for money and prefers sons over daughter's, thinks daughter as burden and never felt guilty to torture that innocent little girl and doesn't care about that girl and loves their younger son KNISHAK SHA alot who is 9 years old rudest child and he takes the advantage of his parents hating AARVIKA and treats her badly...
AARVIKA always seen her parents loving and caring for her younger brother while she was always been tortured and never cared but she still doesn't says anything and just admires the love of her parents for her younger brother.
She is just greatful for getting food and shelter to stay, she craves for love but doesn't shows and asks but gives her love to everyone without hesitation....
She believes that she will not get love that she deserves..... let's what destiny holds for her .
Meanwhile,
The grand Rathore Mansion stood proudly under the morning sun.
Power. Wealth. Influence.
Everything the world associated with the Rathore family was visible within those towering walls. Yet despite all the luxury, the mansion felt cold,Silent,Empty. Ever since the death of Divya Shauryansh Rathore, the warmth of the house had disappeared. And so had the smiles of the men who lived in it.
---
At exactly 7:00 AM, the dining hall was prepared. The servants stood quietly Nobody dared make unnecessary noise. Because the Rathores valued discipline. And discipline started with punctuality.
The first person to enter was SHAURYANSH RATHORE. The King of the Rathore Empire at 53 he still carried himself like a ruler His sharp eyes scanned the room once before he took a seat at the head of the table
The servants immediately lowered their gazes. Years ago, Shauryansh had been known for his calm smile and gentle nature.
Then Divya shauryansh Rathore died the beloved wife of shauryansh Rathore
And something inside him died too.
Now he rarely smiled, Rarely laughed, rarely showed emotions
His cold gaze alone was enough to silence an entire room
A servant approached carefully.
"Sir, your coffee."
Shauryansh nodded once, Nothing more.
---
A few moments later, another figure entered.
VIHAANSH RATHORE.
CEO of Rathore Empire.
Twenty-eight years old.
Tall.
Handsome.
Cold.
If Shauryansh was feared by the business world, Vihaansh was feared by everyone around him.
His black suit was flawless.
His expression unreadable.
His footsteps steady.
He sat beside his father.
"Good morning."
His voice was calm but emotionless.
Shauryansh looked at him.
"Morning."
That was enough.
Neither needed lengthy conversations.
They understood each other perfectly.
Sometimes silence spoke louder than words.
---
The next person entered wearing a white shirt with a doctor's coat hanging over his arm.
AARAV RATHORE.
Twenty-seven years old, One of the country's most respected doctors.
Unlike his brothers, Aarav carried a sense of calm around him.
He was a little expressive and caring But he wasn't calm either if the matter is about health and family.
He greeted everyone with a small nod. "Good morning."
Vihaansh nodded.
Shauryansh nodded.
That was the Rathore version of affection.
Aarav sat down.
"Three surgeries today so I may have to stay overnight."
Shauryansh looked at him.
"Take care of yourself too."
For a brief second, surprise crossed Aarav's face.
Then he smiled faintly.
"I will."
The conversation ended, But everyone noticed it.
Shauryansh rarely voiced concern, When he did, it meant a lot.
---
Footsteps echoed again. This time more confident,More arrogant,More impatient.
ISHAAN RATHORE.
Nineteen years old, Business student, Future businessman, Sharp-minded, Cold, A little rude, A little rebellious, But extremely intelligent.
He entered while checking something on his tablet.
"Morning."
Without looking up, Vihaansh raised an eyebrow.
"You are thirty seconds late."
Ishaan finally looked up.
"Thirty-two bhai"
The servants nearly stopped breathing, Only Ishaan could casually correct Vihaansh.
Vihaansh stared at him, Ishaan stared back. These two are copy of eachother in short ishaan is second version of vihaansh.
The tension lasted three seconds.
Then Shauryansh spoke.
"Sit."
Immediately Ishaan obeyed.
No arguments, No excuses, Because no matter how cold he acted, he respected his father deeply. All four brothers did.
---
A loud crashing sound suddenly echoed from upstairs, Everyone looked toward the staircase.
Another sound followed, Then hurried footsteps.
Then—
"Move! Move! Move!"
A young voice shouted, Seconds later, a boy came running down the stairs.
His hair was messy, His tie was hanging loosely, One shoe was in his hand, The other was somehow on the wrong foot.
ARYAN RATHORE.
The youngest Rathore, Fifteen years old, A little chaotic, A little introverted, The complete opposite of his brothers.
Before Divya's death, Aryan had been cheerful and talkative
Now he mostly stayed quiet,Keeping things inside, Avoiding people, Only occasional glimpses of his old self remained, Like right now.
He nearly slipped on the last step, Aarav immediately stood.
"Careful."
Aryan froze.
"Sorry bhai."
His voice became small instantly, The dining hall fell silent, Everyone knew Aryan was different, Not weaker, Just more fragile after losing his mother, And because of that, everyone treated him more gently, Especially Shauryansh.
The boy sat down quietly, Looking at his plate, Avoiding eye contact.
---
A servant accidentally dropped a spoon nearby, The loud noise made Aryan flinch slightly.
Shauryansh noticed immediately, His eyes softened for a fraction of a second, A change so small that nobody except his sons could notice it.
"Eat properly."
The words sounded strict, But everyone knew what he meant, Take care of yourself.
Aryan nodded.
"Okay dad"
---
Breakfast continued quietly, Until Shauryansh finally spoke.
"I'll be leaving for Delhi after a week to inspect about the orphanages. "
Everyone looked at him, Vihaansh asked first.
"The one which mom used to run?"
"Yes."
Aarav took a sip of coffee.
"How long?"
"One week."
Ishaan leaned back.
"Then Vihaansh bhai will handle everything here."
Vihaansh looked at him.
"I already do."
Aryan almost smiled,Almost.
Aarav noticed, So did Shauryansh, Neither mentioned it.
---
After a few moments, Shauryansh placed his cup down, The sound echoed through the silent hall, Immediately everyone's attention shifted to him,
Not because they feared him, Because they respected him,Loved him, Admired him.
He had built everything they had, Protected them, Raised them, Even while carrying the grief of losing the woman he loved most, His gaze moved across his four sons.
Vihaansh.
Aarav.
Ishaan.
Aryan.
His greatest achievements, but still the crave for one daughter lingered Though he would never say it aloud.
"Make sure you look after each other."
The words were simple, But they carried weight,The four brothers exchanged brief glances.
Then Vihaansh spoke first.
"We always do."
For the first time that morning, the slightest hint of satisfaction appeared in Shauryansh Rathore's eyes.
And for a family like the Rathores—That was equivalent to a smile.
This was the first chapter i hope you guys liked it .
Anyways, take care of yourself starlights 💋 😘......
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