Author's POV
The Oberoi mansion, usually alive with laughter and echoes of three entwined legacies, had fallen into a silence so heavy it seemed to press against the walls themselves. All three families sat gathered in the vast sitting area, bound together not by words but by the dread of a day they had prayed would never come. Yet it had arrived—merciless and unbidden—shattering the spirit of the one soul they all cherished beyond measure: Ashvi Oberoi.
Faces were drawn, eyes clouded with grief and fear. Not a whisper of teasing passed between siblings, not a spark of quarrel stirred among cousins, not a hint of warmth softened the stillness. The house that once roared with life now held its breath.
All eyes drifted, again and again, toward the grand staircase, as though willing her to appear—smiling, laughing, scattering light into every corner as she always had. But in the quiet chambers of their hearts, they knew the truth. That smile would not come today.
And so, powerless before fate, all they could do was wait—wait in silence, wait in sorrow, wait for the weight of this day to break them completely.
Ashvi's pov
In her room, Ashvi lay upon her bed, yet sleep was no gentle friend singing lullabies to her. Instead, it came like a haunting shadow, restless and unkind.In sleep she became restless from the dream or a reality....
A small baby boy stirred in his delicate lilac crib, his tiny fists and feet kicking into the air. The crib, worn and slightly broken at its legs, screeched faintly with every movement. It had been placed in the living room of a vast mansion, where a little girl, barely four years old, played beside the child, her laughter as soft as she tried to entertain him.
In the kitchen, their mother busied herself, the ordinary rhythm of family life unfolding—until the air was torn apart.
THUD!
A cruel, sharp sound thundered through the mansion. Within moments, the entire family gathered in the living room, their faces pale with alarm.
Upstairs, a figure jolted awake in horror.
"Aaj phir se… wahi sapna, wahi dard… Main bhul kyu nhi pati unko jinhone ik bar bhi nhi socha...."
I am Ashvi Oberoi. For now, that much introduction should be enough—though, truthfully, my life is far too complicated to explain in a few words. If I try, I fear I’ll only leave you confused. Perhaps you’re wondering what all of this was—those fragments, that scene—but I ask you to keep it to yourself. It is my past… a past I will share in time. For now, this is goodbye.
Ashvi blinked herself back into reality, her nightmare dissolving like mist. She reached for her phone, the screen’s glow revealing the hour—only five. Relieved, she slipped out of bed and made her way toward the shower.
Half an hour later, she emerged from her closet, her reflection transformed. Fully dressed, eyes determined, she stood ready—not as a woman chained by her past, but as someone prepared to conquer the world.
She stepped forward, standing before the mirror, ready to doll herself up for the day. Her fingers adjusted a strand of hair, her eyes steady as if preparing armor.
Just as she was about to leave the room, her gaze fell upon the small side table. There, the calendar lay open—and the date stared back at her. 9th September.
Her breath hitched. It grew shallow, uneven, as though the very air was being stolen from her lungs. Her chest tightened, and for a moment, she could not draw a full breath.
Her eyes burned red, blurring with unshed tears. Before she could gather herself, before she could compose the mask she always wore, the weight of her past clawed her back. Memories surged, darkness seeped in, and she felt it consuming her whole.
In that heavy silence, the handpiece resting on the table slipped by her hand when she became unconscious and shattered against the floor.
And at that very moment, footsteps echoed in the corridor—someone was on their way to her room.
Author's POV
The moment Adwait heard the sound of something shattering from Ashvi’s room, his steps quickened, urgency flooding his veins. He reached her door and, standing before it, knocked once—firmly, anxiously. No response.
Heart pounding, he turned the doorknob and pushed it open. What he saw stole the breath from his body, as though his very soul had been torn from within.
There she lay—Ashvi—collapsed on the floor, gasping for air, her hands trembling, her chest heaving as though fighting against invisible chains.
In two long strides he was beside her, crouching down in desperation.
“Ashu… breathe for us, Ashu! You’re strong, aren’t you? Come on—inhale with me… now exhale…,” his voice broke, each word a plea.
But it was in vain. The rhythm of life refused to return to her. She was already lost in the haunting shadows of this month, consumed by memories no one could wrest her free from.
Panic seizing him, Adwait fumbled for his phone before shouting out instead, his voice raw: “Dr. Soori!”
The doctor, already waiting in the living room—as though the family had known this day would demand him—rushed toward them. For in the depths of their hearts, they had all feared what this date would bring.
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