The car silently moved through the streets of Bangalore.

Neither of its passengers spoke.

Vikram was busy looking at something on his tablet.

Vanya was staring out of the window.

For the first ten minutes, the silence was peaceful.

For the next ten minutes, it became boring.

After thirty minutes—

It became unbearable.

Vanya sighed dramatically.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Vikram ignored all three sighs.

Rude.

Finally, she turned toward him.

"Uncle?"

"Hm."

"Aapke bhi private jet hai kya novel heroes ki tarah?"
(Do you also have a private jet like novel heroes?)

Vikram looked up from his tablet.

"Yes."

Vanya blinked.

"Oh."

Then she turned back toward the window and muttered,

"Amiro ke shauk."
(Rich people's hobbies.)

A brief silence followed.

Unfortunately—

Vikram had heard every word.

But instead of replying, he simply returned to his tablet.

Which somehow annoyed her even more.

An hour later, they arrived at the airport.

The moment Vanya stepped out of the car, she froze.

Internally.

Externally, she looked perfectly calm.

Or at least she hoped she did.

Because inside?

Inside she was screaming.

Security personnel immediately greeted Vikram.

Airport staff respectfully stepped aside.

Several people nodded toward him.

Everyone seemed to know exactly who he was.

Vanya slowly looked at him.

Then looked again.

Then one more time.

Just to be sure.

"Yeh businessman hai ya celebrity?"
(Is he a businessman or a celebrity?)

She wondered.

Vikram continued walking as if everything was normal.

Which somehow made it worse.

A few minutes later, they entered a private terminal.

Vanya's eyes widened.

Only slightly.

Very slightly.

Nobody noticed.

Hopefully.

"Mahadeva..."

She whispered under her breath.

Then quickly corrected herself.

"Control, Lavanya."

She had read enough novels to know what a private jet was.

Actually seeing one in front of her?

That was different.

Very different.

Soon they boarded the aircraft.

The moment she stepped inside, she nearly forgot how to breathe.

Everything looked expensive.

The seats.

The interior.

The lighting.

The food.

Even the air felt rich.

How was air rich?

She didn't know.

But somehow it was.

Vanya quietly sat down.

Then casually touched the armrest.

Just once.

For research purposes.

Obviously.

The seat was softer than her bed.

That felt illegal.

The aircraft soon took off.

Vanya immediately glued herself to the window.

The city below slowly became smaller.

Buildings looked like toys.

Roads became thin lines.

Clouds surrounded them.

For a while she forgot everything.

The novel.

The Rathores.

The future.

Everything.

It was beautiful.

After nearly an hour, the excitement faded.

The seat was comfortable.

The cabin was quiet.

The gentle hum of the engines was oddly relaxing.

Slowly...

Very slowly...

Her eyelids became heavy.

Then heavier.

Then—

She fell asleep.

Vikram looked up from his work.

His gaze landed on the sleeping girl beside the window.

She was sleeping peacefully.

One hand tucked beneath her cheek.

Hair falling over her face.

Looking far younger than the stubborn girl who had argued with him for days.

For a moment, he simply watched.

Then his expression softened slightly.

"Bilkul Raghav ki tarah."
(Exactly like Raghav.)

Stubborn.

Impossible.

And somehow capable of making everyone worry.

Several hours later, the aircraft landed in Mumbai.

The cabin lights brightened.

The crew prepared for arrival.

Yet Vanya remained asleep.

Completely unaware.

Vikram looked at her.

A small smile appeared on his face.

The journey had exhausted her.

He didn't want to wake her.

Not when she was finally resting peacefully.

After everyone else had finished preparing to leave, Vikram stood.

Then carefully lifted Vanya into his arms.

She shifted slightly in her sleep.

But didn't wake up.

Outside the aircraft, several security guards were already waiting.

The moment they saw Vikram—

They straightened immediately.

Then froze.

Completely froze.

Their terrifying boss.

The man who rarely smiled.

The man who could silence an entire room with a single glance.

Was carrying a sleeping girl.

Carefully.

As if she were made of glass.

The guards exchanged looks.

One looked at another.

The second looked equally confused.

The third looked ready to question reality itself.

If they valued their jobs—

They would keep those thoughts to themselves.

Fortunately.

They valued their jobs very much.

Vikram ignored all of them.

As usual.

He simply walked toward the waiting car.

One guard immediately opened the car door.

Vikram carefully placed Vanya on the back seat.

Making sure she remained comfortable.

Only then did he sit on the opposite side.

The car started moving.

Mumbai's bright lights flashed outside the windows.

The city never slept.

The roads were crowded.

The buildings towered above everything else.

Meanwhile—

Vanya continued sleeping peacefully.

Completely unaware that she had officially arrived in Mumbai.

Completely unaware that five Rathore brothers were waiting at Rathore Mansion.

And completely unaware that her peaceful life was about to become significantly more complicated.

The black car silently moved through the streets of Mumbai.

Inside the vehicle, one passenger was working.

The other was sleeping.

Very peacefully.

Meanwhile—

At Rathore Mansion.

Life continued as usual.

Rudra was working.

Veeransh was arguing with someone over the phone.

Arjun was reading.

Kabir was annoying people.

And Aarav was hiding from society.

A normal day.

Until Vikram Rathore's message arrived.

Everyone in the main hall. Thirty minutes.

Silence.

Then—

Kabir frowned.

"What happened?"

"No idea."

Veeransh replied.

"Business?"

"Maybe."

"Emergency?"

"Maybe."

"Someone died?"

"Why would you jump to that?"

"Because it's dramatic."

Nobody had an answer.

Because Vikram hadn't given one.

And when Vikram Rathore sent a message—

People showed up.

They asked questions later.

Or not at all.

Especially if they wanted to live peacefully.

Meanwhile.

Inside the car.

Vanya remained asleep.

Completely unaware that five extremely confused Rathore brothers were currently trying to guess why their father had suddenly summoned everyone.

And unfortunately for them—

None of their guesses were even close.

The black car silently moved through the streets of Mumbai.

Inside the car...

One passenger was working.

The other was sleeping.

Very peacefully.

Meanwhile...

At Rathore Mansion.

Five Rathore brothers sat in the main hall.

Nobody knew why.

Nobody liked not knowing why.

Especially when the message came from Vikram Rathore.

Kabir frowned.

"This is suspicious."

Veeransh looked up from his phone.

"Tumhe sab kuch suspicious lagta hai."

(Everything seems suspicious to you.)

Kabir ignored him.

Then looked at Rudra.

"Business problem?"

"No."

He looked at Arjun.

"Emergency?"

"No."

He looked at Aarav.

"Alien invasion?"

Aarav stared at him.

Then returned to staring at absolutely nothing.

Kabir sighed.

"Nobody supports my creativity."

Veeransh rubbed his forehead.

"Thank God."

Just then—

The sound of a car entering the mansion grounds reached them.

Everyone looked toward the entrance.

Outside...

The black car stopped.

A guard immediately opened the door.

Vikram stepped out.

Then walked toward the other side.

Inside the hall...

The brothers waited.

The main doors opened.

And everyone froze.

Because Vikram Rathore walked inside...

Carrying a sleeping girl.

Silence.

Complete silence.

For a moment...

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody blinked.

Kabir's jaw nearly hit the floor.

The emotionally unavailable Vikram Rathore.

Their father.

Was carrying a girl.

Carefully.

As if she might break.

Kabir slowly opened his mouth.

"Dad..."

No response.

"Dad, hume pata hai aapko beti chahiye thi."

(Dad, we know you wanted a daughter.)

The hall became even quieter.

"Lekin aap kisi aur ki beti ko kidnap nahi kar sakte."

(But you can't kidnap someone else's daughter.)

Veeransh closed his eyes.

Arjun looked away.

Aarav stared at the floor.

Rudra looked at Kabir like he was an idiot.

Kabir looked back.

"What?"

Nobody answered.

Because honestly...

Nobody knew where to begin.

Meanwhile...

The sleeping girl stirred slightly.

A few seconds later...

Her eyes slowly opened.

For a moment, she didn't understand anything.

The ceiling was unfamiliar.

The lights were unfamiliar.

The voices were unfamiliar.

Slowly, she rubbed her eyes.

Then reality returned.

Mumbai.

Rathore Mansion.

Oh no.

Her eyes widened.

Then she realized something else.

She was not standing.

She was being carried.

Her soul nearly left her body.

"Aap mujhe kyun utha kar laaye?"

(Why are you carrying me?)

Vikram looked down at her.

"Kyuki tum so rahi thi."

(Because you were sleeping.)

"Aap mujhe jaga bhi sakte the."

(You could have woken me up.)

"Tum thak gayi thi."

(You were tired.)

Vanya opened her mouth.

Then closed it.

Unfortunately...

She couldn't find an argument.

Which was tragic.

Very tragic.

"Ab mujhe neeche utariye."

(Now put me down.)

For a moment, Vikram didn't move.

Because carrying her like this...

Felt strangely peaceful.

A feeling he hadn't experienced in years.

Not since Sanvi.

The realization surprised even him.

Slowly, he pushed the thought aside.

Then carefully put Vanya down.

The moment her feet touched the floor—

Her legs immediately betrayed her.

"Ayyo!"

She stumbled forward.

After sleeping in the same position for hours...

Her legs had gone numb.

Before she could fall—

Vikram caught her arm.

"Careful."

"I am fine."

She was not fine.

Not even slightly.

But admitting that would damage her dignity.

And she had already suffered enough today.

Only then did she notice them.

Five pairs of eyes.

Watching her.

The Rathore brothers.

For a brief moment...

Nobody spoke.

All five brothers looked at her.

Then suddenly realized they were staring.

Immediately—

They looked away.

As if nothing had happened.

Vanya narrowed her eyes.

Suspicious.

Very suspicious.

Meanwhile...

Inside her head—

Lavanya was having a crisis.

Rudra Rathore.

Veeransh Rathor.

Arjun Rathore.

Kabir Rathore.

Aarav Rathore.

The disaster package had arrived.

Or technically...

She had arrived.

Same thing.

If they ignore me like they ignored original Vanya...

I am ignoring them too.

Simple.

Peaceful.

Beautiful.

And if they behave properly...

Maybe...

Just maybe...

I can make them my brothers.

The thought surprised her.

Then she quickly buried it.

No expectations.

Expectations were dangerous.

Vikram finally spoke.

"Ye mere bete hain."

(These are my sons.)

He gestured toward Rudra.

Rudra stepped forward.

His expression remained unreadable.

"Rudra Rathore."

That was it.

No smile.

No extra words.

Very Rudra-like.

Next came Veeransh.

"Veeransh."

Short.

Simple.

Cold.

Then Arjun stepped forward.

"Arjun Rathore."

His voice was calm.

Professional.

Controlled.

Next was Kabir.

"Kabir Rathore."

Gone was the joking expression from earlier.

Now he looked much more reserved.

Finally—

Aarav stepped forward.

For a moment, he hesitated.

Then quietly said—

"Aarav Rathore."

A pause.

"Nice to meet you."

Then he stepped back.

Silence returned.

Now everyone was looking at Vanya.

Which was unfair.

Very unfair.

She hadn't prepared a speech.

Slowly, she came out of her thoughts.

Then smiled politely.

"Main Vanya Singh hoon."

(I am Vanya Singh.)

"Pandrah saal ki."

(Fifteen years old.)

"Aapse milkar accha laga."

(Nice to meet all of you.)

The introductions ended.

Just then—

Several servants entered carrying luggage.

And more luggage.

And somehow...

Even more luggage.

Kabir stared.

Then stared again.

There was a lot of luggage.

A concerning amount of luggage.

Vanya pretended not to notice.

She noticed.

Everyone noticed.

Vikram looked at the servants.

"Uska samaan kamre mein rakh do."

(Take her luggage to her room.)

"Ji, sir."

(Yes, sir.)

The servants immediately left.

Vikram turned toward Vanya.

"Tum bhi jao."

(You should go too.)

Vanya blinked.

"Huh?"

"Kamra dekh lo."

(Go see your room.)

"Aaram karo."

(Get some rest.)

A brief pause.

"Baad mein dinner ke liye bula lenge."

(We'll call you later for dinner.)

For a moment, Vanya simply stared at him.

Then nodded.

"Theek hai."

(Okay.)

A maid stepped forward.

"This way, Miss."

Vanya followed her.

Slowly walking toward the grand staircase.

Her luggage.

Her new room.

Her new life.

Everything felt unreal.

As she disappeared upstairs—

Five Rathore brothers silently watched.

And somewhere deep inside...

Every single one of them had the same thought.

Their lives were never going to be peaceful again.

Vanya followed the servants through Rathore Mansion.

At first, she had been impressed.

Then she had been surprised.

Now she was simply tired.

Very tired.

The mansion seemed endless.

Every time she thought they had reached their destination, another corridor appeared.

Then another.

And another.

At this point, Vanya was beginning to suspect that the architect had been paid based on the number of hallways.

"Mahadeva..."

She sighed internally.

"If I have to walk this much every day, I won't need exercise."

A few more steps.

"I won't need morning walks."

Another corridor.

"I won't need a gym membership either."

The servants continued walking.

Vanya stared at their backs.

"This mansion is the gym."

The thought felt completely reasonable.

Rich people were strange.

Very strange.

After several more minutes, the servants finally stopped in front of a large double door.

One of them stepped forward and opened it.

"Miss, for now this will be your room."

Vanya nodded.

Truthfully, she barely heard what the woman said.

At the moment, her brain had stopped functioning properly.

She only understood three things.

She was tired.

The room had a bed.

And the bed looked comfortable.

Everything else could wait.

Preferably tomorrow.

The servants carried her luggage inside.

One of the maids smiled politely.

"Miss, unpacking mein help chahiye?"

(Miss, do you need help unpacking?)

Vanya immediately shook her head.

"Nahi, thank you."

(No, thank you.)

"I'll manage."

The maid nodded.

"If you need anything, please let us know."

"Theek hai."

(Okay.)

A few moments later, everyone left.

The door quietly closed behind them.

Silence filled the room.

For the first time since arriving in Mumbai, Vanya was finally alone.

She looked at the bed.

Then at the room.

Then back at the bed.

The bed was winning.

Very convincingly.

She removed her shoes and dropped them somewhere near the door.

Then walked toward the mattress.

Actually...

"Walked" was a generous description.

She more or less dragged herself there.

The moment she sat down, the mattress sank slightly beneath her weight.

Her eyes widened.

Dangerous.

This was dangerous.

The bed was far too comfortable.

The kind of comfortable that made people forget responsibilities.

The kind of comfortable that convinced people they deserved "just five more minutes."

The kind of comfortable that ruined lives.

Vanya immediately lay down.

For research purposes.

Obviously.

The ceiling above her was unfamiliar.

Everything felt unfamiliar.

The room.

The mansion.

The city.

Her life.

For a brief moment, the excitement faded.

Leaving only exhaustion behind.

Mumbai.

She had actually come to Mumbai.

The thought still felt unreal.

A week ago she had been Lavanya Patil.

A college student.

A book lover.

A girl whose biggest concern had been arriving late to class.

Now she was Vanya Singh.

Living inside a novel.

Inside Rathore Mansion.

And somehow...

That wasn't even the strangest part anymore.

A sigh escaped her.

Slowly, she turned onto her side.

Then her gaze landed on a box near the wall.

Books.

Her books.

Immediately, she felt better.

Good.

At least her emotional support books had arrived safely.

For a moment, she considered unpacking.

Then she looked at the bed.

Then at the books.

Then back at the bed.

The bed won again.

Meanwhile...

Downstairs.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was strange.

Five Rathore brothers sat across from Vikram Rathore.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody interrupted.

Everyone waited.

Because clearly their father had something to say.

Finally, Vikram placed his phone on the table.

The movement immediately drew everyone's attention.

"Vanya Singh."

The brothers looked at him.

"Wo Raghav Singh ki beti hai."

(She is Raghav Singh's daughter.)

The hall became silent.

"Ek hafte pehle..."

(One week ago...)

"Raghav aur Maya ka accident mein dehant ho gaya."

(Raghav and Maya died in an accident.)

For a brief moment, nobody reacted.

Even Kabir remained quiet.

Because losing both parents wasn't something anyone could joke about.

Vikram continued.

"Uska khayal rakhne wala koi nahi hai."

(There is nobody left to take care of her.)

"Raghav aur Maya dono anath the."

(Both Raghav and Maya were orphans.)

"No grandparents. No close relatives. No family support."

A pause followed.

"So..."

"Maine use yahan le aaya."

(So I brought her here.)

The brothers finally understood.

The sudden trip.

The mysterious girl.

Everything.

For several moments, silence filled the room.

Then Vikram spoke again.

This time, his voice was noticeably colder.

"Uske saath acche se behave karna."

(Behave well with her.)

A pause.

"Ya phir usse baat hi mat karna."

(Or simply don't talk to her.)

Nobody spoke.

Because they knew that tone.

And that tone usually meant:

Don't test me.

Vikram's gaze moved across all five sons.

Rudra.

Veeransh.

Arjun.

Kabir.

Aarav.

Then he delivered the final warning.

"Aur agar mujhe pata chala..."

(And if I find out...)

"Kisi bhi wajah se..."

(For any reason...)

"Uski aankhon mein aansu aaye hain."

(That there are tears in her eyes.)

The room became deadly silent.

"Toh consequences alag honge."

(Then the consequences will be different.)

Nobody doubted him.

Not for a second.

Because Vikram Rathore never made empty threats.

Never.

Satisfied, he stood up.

Then walked toward his office.

Without another word.

A few moments later, the office door closed behind him.

Silence returned to the hall.

Complete silence.

The brothers stared at the empty doorway.

Trying to process everything.

Kabir was the first to speak.

"I think Dad just threatened us."

Veeransh looked at him.

"I think that's exactly what happened."

No one disagreed.

Because for the first time in years, their father had given them a warning.

About a girl they had known for less than an hour.

And somehow...

All five brothers had the feeling that their peaceful lives were about to become significantly more complicated.

For several moments, nobody spoke. The office door had barely closed when all five brothers exchanged glances. They were still processing what had just happened.

Because their father had practically threatened them.

Over a girl.

A girl they had known for less than ten minutes.

That alone was shocking.

Kabir was the first to break the silence.

"So..."

He leaned back against the sofa.

"Ab humein usse princess treatment dena hai kya?"

(So now we're supposed to give her princess treatment?)

Veeransh looked at him.

His expression remained completely emotionless.

"Dad ne aisa nahi kaha."

(Dad didn't say that.)

"Indirectly toh wahi bola."

(Indirectly that's exactly what he said.)

Arjun sighed.

"I think you're exaggerating."

Kabir immediately pointed at him.

"No."

"You're underestimating the situation."

He copied Vikram's serious voice.

"'Agar uski aankhon mein aansu aaye toh consequences alag honge.'"

(If there are tears in her eyes, the consequences will be different.)

Kabir shivered dramatically.

"That sounded terrifying."

Aarav remained silent.

As usual.

His attention stayed fixed on the floor.

Listening.

Observing.

But saying nothing.

After a few moments, Rudra finally spoke.

His voice was calm.

Cold.

Controlled.

"We don't know her."

The room became quiet.

Because Rudra rarely spoke unnecessarily.

When he did, people listened.

"Five minutes ki introduction mein kisi ko judge nahi kar sakte."

(You can't judge someone from a five-minute introduction.)

His gaze briefly shifted toward the staircase.

"People show what they want others to see."

A pause.

"Their real nature comes later."

Veeransh immediately agreed.

"Exactly."

He folded his arms.

"We know nothing about her."

"Nothing about her personality."

"Nothing about her intentions."

"Nothing."

Arjun frowned slightly.

"She didn't seem bad."

Both Rudra and Veeransh looked at him.

Arjun sighed.

"What?"

"You talked to her for ten seconds."

Kabir informed him.

"Maybe fifteen."

Veeransh corrected.

Arjun rolled his eyes.

Still...

He remembered the sleepy girl rubbing her eyes while being carried by Vikram.

She hadn't looked dangerous.

She had looked exhausted.

Unfortunately, nobody else seemed interested in that observation.

Veeransh leaned back.

"She's an only child."

A pause.

"There's a high chance she's spoiled."

Kabir considered it.

Then nodded.

"Valid point."

Arjun looked unimpressed.

"Or maybe her parents simply loved her."

Nobody answered.

Because technically...

Both possibilities existed.

After a few moments, Kabir stood up.

"Fine."

He stretched lazily.

"I've made my decision."

"What decision?"

Arjun asked.

Kabir grinned.

"The safest option."

A pause.

"I'm not talking to her."

Silence.

Then-

Veeransh nodded.

"Good idea."

Rudra nodded as well.

"Less complications."

Kabir pointed dramatically.

"Exactly."

"If I don't talk to her..."

"I can't accidentally make her cry."

"If I can't make her cry..."

"Dad can't kill me."

Arjun stared.

"That's not how logic works."

"It works for me."

Kabir replied immediately.

For the first time, a tiny smile appeared on Aarav's face.

Only for a second.

Then it disappeared.

Nobody noticed.

After that, the discussion ended naturally.

Rudra returned to work.

Veeransh checked his phone.

Arjun picked up a book.

Kabir disappeared toward his room.

And Aarav quietly went upstairs.

Meanwhile...

Upstairs.

Inside her room.

Vanya finally woke up after another hour of sleep.

Slowly she opened one eye.

Then the other.

Then immediately closed both again.

The bed was dangerous.

Extremely dangerous.

"Bas paanch minute aur..."

(Just five more minutes...)

A pause.

Then she suddenly sat upright.

"WAIT."

Her eyes widened.

"Maine private jet mein bhi soya tha."

(I already slept in the private jet.)

"Car mein bhi soyi thi."

(I slept in the car too.)

"Phir yahan bhi so gayi?"

(Then I slept here too?)

This was becoming a problem.

A serious problem.

At this rate she would sleep through the entire novel.

"Ayyo Mahadeva."

She looked at the ceiling.

"I think this bed is possessed."

The bed remained silent.

Which she considered suspicious.

Very suspicious.

After getting out of bed, she walked toward the washroom.

Then opened the door.

And froze.

For several seconds she simply stood there.

Staring.

Then slowly stepped inside.

The washroom was huge.

Ridiculously huge.

Unnecessarily huge.

Vanya looked around.

Then looked around again.

Then one more time.

Just to be sure.

"Mahadeva..."

Her voice came out as a whisper.

"Log yahan nahaate hain ya conference meeting karte hain?"

(Do people bathe here or hold business meetings?)

The marble flooring practically shined.

The mirror was bigger than her study table.

The bathtub looked expensive enough to pay someone's college fees.

She folded her arms.

"Rich people really don't know what to do with their money."

The washroom remained silent.

Which she took as agreement.

Satisfied, she freshened up and came back outside.

Then her eyes landed on the luggage.

Three suitcases.

One backpack.

One giant box full of books.

Silence.

Complete silence.

"Ayyo."

She pointed accusingly at the luggage.

"Ye sab kisne pack kiya tha?"

(Who packed all this?)

A pause.

Then realization struck.

"Oh."

"Main hi thi."

(I did.)

That somehow made everything worse.

"Vanya."

She pointed at herself.

"Kaam pe lag ja."

(Get to work.)

Nobody listened.

She dragged all three suitcases near walking closet door.

When she open the door.

Her jaw hit the ground.

This huge.

She stepped inside.

Then took another step.

Then another.

The closet still continued.

"Yeh closet hai ?"

(Is this a closet ?)

She slowly looked around.

Then pointed accusingly at the shelves.

"I can easily open a small no no big clothes shop here"

The shelves offered no answer.

Rude.

Very rude.

Several minutes later she finally finished arranging her clothes.

Form her two suitcase.

Then came third suitcase.

Which is filled with

Shoes.

Sandals

Flat chappals.

And etc

She stared at them.

Then sighed.

"Maybe Sunita Aunty was right."

Because nobody needed this many shoes.

Nobody.

She arranged them also.

Neatly.

After arranging she came outside.

she opened her backpack.

Now came the important things.

The truly important things.

Books.

A smile immediately appeared.

Much better.

These were her people.

One by one she removed everything.

Laptop.

Charger.

Earphones.

Bookmarks.

Stationery.

Her favorite stuffed toy.

The moment she placed the stuffed toy on the bed-

She looked around suspiciously.

"No witnesses."

Good.

Because explaining why she still slept with a stuffed toy sounded exhausting.

Next came her accessories.

Simple bracelets.

Bindis.

Hair ties.

Hair clips.

A pendant.

Nothing expensive.

Nothing flashy.

Exactly how Lavanya liked it.

Unlike Vanya.

She had never cared much about makeup.

Lip balm?

No.

Nail polish?

No.

A huge makeup collection?

Absolutely not.

Too much effort.

Finally came the books.

Her favorite people.

A smile immediately appeared.

"At least tum log mujhe emotional damage nahi doge."

(At least you people won't give me emotional damage.)

The books remained trustworthy as always.

One by one she arranged them on the shelves.

Novels.

Academic books.

Reference books.

Diaries.

Everything found its place.

Almost an hour later, she finally stepped back.

Then looked around the room proudly.

The clothes were arranged.

The books were arranged.

The study table was arranged.

Everything looked neat.

Everything looked organized.

Everything looked perfect.

For approximately three seconds.

Then her eyes landed on the balcony.

"..."

Of course.

There was still more room.

Why was there still more room?

How big was this place?

"Mahadeva."

She pointed dramatically.

"Agar mujhe yahan rehna hai toh map chahiye."

(If I have to live here, I need a map.)

Then she walked toward the balcony doors.

The only place she hadn't explored yet.

A curious expression appeared on her face.

"Chalo dekhte hain."

(Let's see.)

And with that, she reached for the handle.

To Be Continued...