In the grand mansion of the Renewat family, Abaya renewat walked slowly toward a room, her steps soft but filled with concern. She had come to check on someone—aathya. The girl was like family, a soul she loved deeply, even though she often remained quiet and unseen.
But when Abaya reached aathya's room, she stopped short. The door was slightly open, and the room was empty. She frowned. Where was she?
Confused, she turned and made her way downstairs to the mayor. "Where is aathya?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
The maid paused, glancing at the clock. "She left just after 6 in the morning. I don't know where she went, but... she wasn't here when I checked."
Abaya's worry deepened. She started dialing aathya's number, but before she could, a voice called from behind.
"Dadi!"
Abaya turned, surprised, as aathya appeared out of nowhere, running toward her and hugging her tightly from behind.
"Why are you running off so early in the morning? Where did you go without telling me?" Abaya asked, a touch of concern in her voice.
aathya laughed softly, excitement bubbling up. "Happy birthday, my Dadi Jaan!" she said cheerfully, her voice light and full of warmth. "I know you forget your birthday every year, but I never forget! I went to the temple this morning for your well-being.
Abaya smiled softly, looking down at aathya. She was a tall girl, height around 5^5, dressed in an elegant Indian attire, her presence striking. Her pink lips were soft and full, and her charcoal black eyes glistened, long doe-like lashes fluttering as she blinked up at her. She looked like the calm before a storm, like clouds—megham, the rain-washed skies—gracing her with a beauty that was as quiet as it was captivating.
"You're the only one who remembers my birthday," Abhayari said with a hint of emotion, her voice soft but warm.
aathya's face brightened with a wide smile. "No, Dadi, don't say that! No one has forgotten you. It's just not time yet!" aathya giggled. "Wait for a moment, you'll see!"
Just as she finished speaking, the front door opened, and loud voices filled the air. "Happy Birthday, Dadi!"
One by one, the family began to gather— first come the priya (ivaan mother) and riyan (ivaan father) who wish dadi and get blessing from her and then come Ishita and viyan (uncle and aunt of ivaan) wish and get blessing and then come the youngesters with full excitment and hug dadi.The entire family was there, surrounding Abaya with love and laughter. The house was filled with joy, and for a moment, Abaya felt the warmth of her family's love, their voices ringing out in harmony. She was truly cherished even livivg abroad they still attach to their indian culture and follow them with deep love
As laughter filled the renewat mansion, Abaya stood in the middle of her family, her heart full. The joy, the warmth—everything felt perfect. But as her eyes moved across each smiling face, something stirred deep inside her.
Her smile faded just a little. She looked around again, her voice suddenly softer. "Where is Ivaan?" she asked, glancing at Priya. "Why hasn't he come to wish me? He is my eldest grandson... he should be here today."
The room grew quiet. Priya, Ivaan's mother, stepped closer, her voice calm but carrying a quiet sadness. "Dadi, you know him. He doesn't come unless it's something big. He stays in his own world now, away from all this. He never comes..."
Abayai's eyes dropped for a moment. "But today is special," she whispered. "It's my birthday. Isn't that big enough?"
And just as the words left her lips, the front door creaked open.
Everyone turned.
There was a sudden hush, and then—footsteps. Strong, slow, echoing down the long marble hallway.
A deep voice rang out across the silence.
"Happy Birthday, Dadi."
Abaya turned sharply, her eyes wide with surprise. The tall figure stepped into the light—Ivaan Renavat, dressed in sharp black, his eyes intense, his presence impossible to ignore.
He had finally come.
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