Viyana and Viyakshi, both 2 years old, were seated on the bed, absorbed in their drawing books and sketch pens that Viyansh had bought for them. Viyansh had bought these drawing books for them after the incident with Vaidakshโs homework. The poor boy had been so upset when his twin sisters had innocently scribbled all over his carefully done drawing assignment. Vaidehi had managed to calm him down and helped him redo the homework, but Vaidaksh had made a thoughtful request to his father. He asked Viyansh to get some drawing books for his sisters so they could have their own space to create and wouldnโt disturb him while he studied. Vaidehi was engrossed in her work, typing away on her laptop, but as she glanced at the time, she realized it was getting late. She looked up from her screen and her eyes softened at the sight of Viyana and Viyakshi sitting on the bed, surrounded by their new drawing books and a colorful array of sketch pens.
๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ '๐ฌ ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
"Kuch kahaniyan kabhi poori nahi hotiโฆ isiliye woh dobara janam leti hain." When fate tore them apart in another lifetime, their souls carried the ache forward, not to forget, but to complete a love left unfinished. He was reborn as a king, not only to rule a kingdom, but to command the shadows as a Mafia King. Surrounded by power, feared by many, yet loneliness flowed silently through his veins. She returned to the world alone, fighting for survival, bearing pain no soul should endure. And when she believed nothing worse could happen, darkness claimed her eyes. Forgotten. Broken. Unprotected. Yet somewhere within her fragile heart, hope waitedโฆ for someone she could not see, but had always belonged to. She yearned for love. He had been deprived of it his entire life. And thenโฆ they met again. He found her in her most fragile state. She found him without knowing his face. This time, fate will not test their love, it will measure the depth of their devotion. Because some souls are reborn not to begin again, but to finish what destiny once destroyed. And this timeโฆ love refuses to die.




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