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So, all these time they were casually nestled in his brother's hand and here he was turning the whole room up side down like a lunatic. Was that so entertaining to his brother!?

He recalled catching a glimpse of a small packet in Naksh's hand when he came here, but he did not pay any mind to it and had dismissed the notion deeming they were still secured in the secured place.

He had no idea that it could be possible to find it by someone and that too by Naksh, it was literally impossible and unbelievable or might not be.

Even though the objects might appear to be nothing but some ordinary pen-drives but the confidential information stored within its' digital walls made it a prized possession for him, one he guarded zealously.

And it would be a total disaster if anyone saw them or specifically to be told, the content in them. That very thought of someone or Naksh's discovery sent Avyaansh's anxiety soaring. They were his treasure, cherished and guarded with utmost vigilance and held secrets he dared not to share with anyone. Then how had Naksh managed to lay his hands on them? Avyaansh's usually impenetrable security measures had been breached, left him frustrated and perplexed.

Memories of Naksh's knowing smirk, his playful teasing, persistent attempts to get his attention were all a clever ruse just to prolong Avyaansh's agony.

'What a cunning brother he has!' Avyaansh grimaced in his mind. Though Naksh was only in his teens still that boy was so much cunning for his age, like a fox.

So as his elder brother should Avyaansh be proud for Naksh's extraordinary cunningness or should he be furious for touching what was his?

Just as the initial astonishment dissipated, Avyaansh's expression hardened, his jawline tensed into a rigid mask. His eyes narrowed to piercing slits, boring into Naksh's soul with an unyielding intensity. The calm that settled over him was deceptive, a serene facade concealing the tempest brewing within.... a tranquility that preceded a maelstrom.

Naksh's smirk fall seeing the changes in Avyaansh's demeanor. A shiver coursed through his spine as he sensed the ominous shift in Avyaansh's mood.

His adam apple bobbed nervously as he gulped, hastily averting his gaze from Avyaansh's glacier-like stare.

In an instant, Naksh found his brother standing infront of him. His imposing frame was looming over Naksh by couple of inches. This sudden action of Avyaansh sent a jolt of tension to Naksh's mind and soul.

The air was electric with tension, heavy with unspoken words.

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The clock ticked away, heralding the imminent union, Mrs. Sanjana Singhania glided into Parthika's room with the stately elegance of a queen. Her heels clicked softly on the floor, a subtle announcement of her arrival, echoing through the chamber like a gentle whisper.

Resplendent in a breathtaking pastel-hued silk saree, expertly draped to accentuate her slender physique, Mrs Sanjana embodied refinement and poise. The delicate fabric seemed to shimmer in harmony with her every move, as if infused with the essence of her refined beauty.

She was elegantly adorned with diamond earrings, a gold necklace, and bangles, casting a mesmerizing sparkle that danced across the room. Each piece carefully curated to complement her ensemble, amplifying her innate radiance.

Her raven-black tresses were neatly secured in a sleek bun, showcasing her sharp facial features and accentuating her regal demeanor. The style defied her age, revealing a timeless beauty that seemed to transcend the passage of time.

As she moved, her very presence commanded attention, exuding an aura of sophistication and grace. Her eyes, bright with a deep, inner light, shone like stars in the evening sky, illuminating the path ahead.

As Mrs. Sanjana Singhania stepped into the bridal chamber, her gaze fell upon Parthika, resplendent in her bridal finery. The vision before her arrested time, suspending the world in a tableau of elegance. Parthika's transformation from a vivacious youngster to a radiant bride left Sanjana breathless. Mrs Sanjana's heart was swelling with a mix of emotions – pride, nostalgia, and a hint of melancholy. The air was heavy with unspoken sentiments, as the clock ticked relentlessly, heralding the dawn of a new era.

Tears pricked at the corners of Sanjana's eyes as she beheld her daughter, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the chamber. The intricate embroidery on Parthika's lehenga shimmered, mirroring the turbulent emotions swirling within Sanjana's heart.

Memories of Parthika's childhood, her laughter, and her tears, flooded Sanjana's mind, threatening to spill over into a cascade of sorrow. She recalled the countless nights spent soothing Parthika's fears, the countless days spent guiding her towards independence.

As Sanjana's gaze lingered on Parthika's face, now aglow with an otherworldly serenity, her thoughts drifted to the impending separation. The realization that her little girl was leaving the nest, spreading her wings to embark on a new journey, cut deep.

Sanjana's eyes brimmed with tears, her vision blurring as she drank in the beauty of her daughter, now a vision in silk and gold.

Time stood still as Sanjana's heart swelled with pride, her soul aching with the bittersweet knowledge that Parthika's future beckoned, awaiting her emergence as a woman, a wife, and a partner. The silence between them pulsed with unspoken emotions, a symphony of love and longing.

In that moment, Sanjana knew that she would carry this image of Parthika, radiant and resplendent, forever etched in her memory, a testament to the transcendent power of her maternal love.

As Parthika's gaze converged with her mother's, the opulent surroundings dissolved into obscure, leaving only the two of them suspended in a timeless vortex of love and adoration.

Mrs. Sanjana came forward and whispered in awe, "You look like a princess, Pari." Her voice trembled at the end.

Parthika's eyes brimmed with tears as she beheld her mother's gaze, a deep wellspring of emotions surging forth. Her throat constricted, a palpable lump forming as the weight of impending separation bore down upon her heart.

With a sob, Parthika flung her arms around Mrs. Sanjana's neck, clinging to her with desperation, as if the warmth of their embrace could forestall the inevitability of farewell. Her voice cracked, fragile and vulnerable, as she confessed, "I don't want to leave you, Maa..."

Mrs. Sanjana's arms enveloped her daughter in a haven of comfort, her own tears spilling over, mingling with Parthika's. Gentle fingers stroked Parthika's tresses, soothing the turbulent storm brewing within. Soft, reassuring whispers caressed Parthika's ears, "It will all be okay, my love. I'll always be there for you, no matter where life takes you."

As Mrs. Sanjana's words washed over her, Parthika's anguish gradually subsided, replaced by the calming balm of her mother's love. In that moment, time stood still, and all that existed was the unbreakable bond between mother and daughter, forged in the crucible of devotion and sacrifice.

The world outside receded, leaving only the gentle rhythm of their entwined hearts, beating as one. Parthika's tears slowed, her breathing steadied, as she drew strength from her mother's unwavering presence. In Mrs. Sanjana's arms, Parthika found solace, from the uncertainty that lay ahead.

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The serenity was shattered by the sudden intrusion of a deep, masculine voice. Its timbre resonated through the air, disrupting the intimate atmosphere.

Parthika's heart fluttered, her senses heightened as she faced the one who had interrupted their poignant farewell.

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