Sanvi was preparing breakfast inside the kitchen,the fresh aroma of ghee and sausage was mixing in air.her left hand bruised neatly covered with a thick layer of makeup.her face tired,pale and still she was cooking for her devil husband.

"Bhabhi, give me...I will help you"siya said softly, trying to help her but sanvi smiled softly, shooking her head in denial "no need for it,I can do this".

Her voice low and pale.siya scoffed and went outside without sparing her a single glance because sanvi always talks with her like she is a child who can't hold a spoon.sanvi wants to spoonfeed her which she hated the most.

Siya casually leaned against the couch, gazing at the ceiling when Kabir walked inside.his crisp dark red shirt was sticking to his body like second skin,his muscles flexing beneath the fabric.

"Good morning siya"he mumbled softly, ruffling her hairs.

"Good morning bhaiya"siya replied back with a smile.he hummed sitting beside her on the table.his one hand resting on his lap while with second he was using his phone.

Sanvi entered inside with tray of food and forward towards him,not any glance or a word.sometimes she doubted if they really loving each other like couples or not.

Ishaan,kabir brother stepped inside with a soft grin on his face.his face was glowing under the sunlight,hairs wet because of sweat, coming directly from the gym.he bent down and touched kabir feets"good morning bhai".

Kabir just hummed,still looking inside his phone.ishaan gritted his teeth and went upstairs towards his room.

After their breakfast,kabir and ishaan went for their work while siya was sitting beside window in her room, gazing at the road ahead, children's playing...car horn sounds etc

She didn't know how it feels to hold a child,she didn't know how to laugh freely because in this mansion, everyone is serious.no one cracks jokes,no one talks softly.

Siya's fingers traced the cold glass of the windowpane as she watched the world outside. Children ran and laughed, their voices high and carefree, while car horns blared in a chaotic rhythm. It all seemed so distant, like a life that didn't belong to her.

She wondered what it felt like to be truly free-to hold a child in her arms, to feel their tiny fingers curl around hers, to hear laughter that came from the heart instead of duty. Here, every smile seemed measured, every word weighed, every gesture calculated. Even the sunlight spilling into her room felt distant, like an invitation she wasn't allowed to accept.

Her eyes drifted to the road, following a little boy as he chased a stray ball. For a moment, she imagined herself there-running, laughing, the wind tangling her hair, a warmth in her chest she had never known. But the image faded as quickly as it appeared, leaving only the quiet hum of the mansion and the echo of her own solitude.

Siya leaned back against the window frame, sighing softly. She didn't belong here, not in this house of polished floors and cold hearts. And yet... a small, stubborn part of her clung to the hope that maybe, someday, she would know what it meant to feel at home, to laugh freely, to be loved without fear or restraint.

But for now, she would sit in silence, watching the world outside, learning life through its distant echoes, and dreaming quietly of warmth she had yet to touch.

"Siya I am going outside,do you need something?"sanvi asked softly, like speaking to a five year old girl.siya smiled fakely and shook her head "no ,I don't want anything".

Sanvi nodded and walked outside, wrapping shawl around her arms so that no one can see the part she always hide from the world.

When she disappeared,siya again gazed at the road ahead and something flicked in her mind.she didn't waited for any second and rushed towards sanvi room,the room where she was restricted to enter .

When first time she tried to enter in that room,kabir scolded her harshly and she ended up hurt herself and from that day kabir told her strictly to not even visit that room again.

Her hands trembled while holding the knob,each passing second was testing her patience.with a deep breath ,she twisted the knob gently.

Cold winds brushed her hair back and she flinched with the sudden contact of wind.

Room was cleaned,near, everything was on its place.she glanced around carefully and her eyes flicked to a box they always hide from her . without thinking twice she stepped forward and opened that box .

Sudden dust filled her nostrils, causing her to sneeze badly.she closed her mouth and brushedHer eyes fell on a small photograph lying on top. She picked it up with trembling fingers. A girl and a boy smiled back at her, frozen in a moment she couldn't quite place. Across the top, a bold name was written: "RIYA."

She blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts. The faces, the name... they seemed strangely familiar, yet distant, like a dream she almost remembered but couldn't reach.

Beneath the photo lay a neatly folded dress, soft and worn at the edges. She held it up, and the texture pressed against her fingertips, stirring something inside her-a flicker of a feeling she couldn't name. Her mind felt foggy, fragile, as if peeking into a past that wasn't fully hers anymore.

A shiver ran down her spine. The photograph and the dress were meant to tell her something, to awaken memories-but all they did was blur the edges of her thoughts, leaving her unsettled, breathless, and painfully aware of how little she truly remembered.

She set them down slowly, heart pounding, eyes tracing the box again, hoping for clarity that didn't come. The past was there, close enough to touch, yet just out of reach, whispering secrets to a mind too sensitive to understand them all at once.

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Her hands trembled as she set the photograph and dress back into the box. The room seemed to tilt slightly, a gentle vertigo creeping in from the edges of her mind. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus, but the faces in the photo swam like reflections on water, refusing to settle.

A dull ache pulsed behind her temples, and her chest felt tight, as if the box had pressed a secret against her heart she wasn't ready to hold. Tiny fragments of memory teased her-a laugh, a warm hand, the rustle of fabric-but they vanished the moment she reached for them, leaving only confusion and an almost unbearable longing.

Her knees weakened slightly, and she sank onto the floor, fingers gripping the edge of the table for support. A soft, shaky sigh escaped her lips. Tears threatened to spill, though she didn't fully understand why.

The past hovered before her, blurry and fragile, like a dream dissolving in morning light. She wanted to understand, to remember-but her mind, delicate and raw from the accident just a year ago, could only offer fragments: fleeting impressions, a shadow of a life that had belonged to her, yet now felt like someone else's.

Her gaze drifted to the window, where the late morning sun spilled through the sheer curtains, painting golden ripples across the wooden floor. Dust motes floated in the light—slow, aimless, like her thoughts.

She swallowed hard, the taste of salt and fear bitter on her tongue. Who were they? The faces in the photograph lingered behind her eyelids—familiar yet distant, like actors in a story she once knew by heart but could no longer recite.

The silence around her felt heavy, almost alive. Even the faint hum of the ceiling fan seemed distant, muffled beneath the thunder of her heartbeat. Her fingers traced the rim of the box again, hesitant, as if it might whisper answers if she only listened closely enough.

Then, somewhere in the haze, came a flicker—a sound, a voice perhaps. A man’s voice. Low. Gentle. Saying her name.

Her breath caught.

She closed her eyes, clutching at the sound as if it were a lifeline. The voice was soft but sure, carrying warmth that seeped through the fog in her mind.

And then—

The smell of rain. Wet earth. Laughter echoing through an open veranda. A flash of white fabric swirling around her as someone spun her in their arms.

She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. It was gone as quickly as it came, leaving behind only the faintest echo of joy—and the ache that followed it.

She pressed her palms to her temples, desperate to hold onto the fragment. "Who are you?" she whispered into the emptiness. "Why can’t I remember you?"

Her voice trembled, dissolving into the quiet. The clock on the wall ticked, steady and indifferent, marking moments she no longer understood.

Her vision blurred. The edges of the room wavered, like reality itself was losing focus.

Her pulse quickened—too fast, too loud. The air felt heavy, suffocating.

Then it came.

A sharp, piercing sound slicing through her mind—tires screeching against wet ground.

The echo of it was so vivid that she flinched, her hands flying to her ears as if it were happening right now.

Her breath hitched. Her knees buckled.

She could hear voices—muffled at first, then clearer. One in particular, deep and trembling, shouting her name through the chaos.

"Siya!"

It tore through her mind, raw and desperate.

Her eyes widened in terror.

The sound of the car losing control grew louder, faster—metal twisting, glass shattering—and then the scream. Her own.

"No—stop—!" she gasped, clutching her head. The memories weren’t clear, just flashes—blinding headlights, rain, and his voice fading into panic.

Her breath came in ragged bursts. "Please… stop,"she whispered to no one, staggering backward.

The room tilted. The light fractured. The echo of the crash roared inside her skull.

"Siya "the voice called again—closer this time, urgent, almost real.

And then—

Darkness swallowed everything.

Her body went limp. The photograph slipped from her trembling hands as she collapsed to the floor, her mind surrendering to the wave of confusion and fear.

The last thing she heard before losing consciousness was that same voice—soft now, almost a whisper—calling her name like a prayer.

"Siya please!, please don't go"

That sound was so vulnerable,so much soft and broken that she lost her consciousness.her head fell back, hitting the table and a lone tear escaped down from her eyes.

The memories she always tried to find but got nothing except the blurry image of a family,a car somewhere in rain,a man and a woman playing with children's....just memories.

Ishaan stepped inside the mansion with a small gift in his hands, directly came from work to just give her something.

He entered inside her room but it was empty,then he went inside sanvi, followed by his own,checked every room of the mansion except one because he knows that room is restricted for her but little did he also knew that siya is not the girl who stays silent.

His feets dragged him towards the room and when he peeked inside,his breath hitched.siya was uncousiously lying on the floor.the same box was open,his eyes widen and without thinking twice he moved forward, patting her cheeks in panic "siya...siya don't scare me "

"Siya ,are you listening?"he asked.

Nobody in the house dared to go against kabir except ishaan because Ishaan knew who is siya,with whom she belongs to

But he is scared,not of kabir but of her health because siya mind is not ready for any truth .

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"Oohoo maasi,this poori is not round"vyom said while smirking widely.avyukta and priyanshi both rolled their eyes in response.

It was late afternoon.maya and seema with their husbands went in a business party .only these little munchkins and priyanshi was present inside the mansion.

"No no this is round"avyukta exclaimed when the poori got a shape of round structure after rolling.vyom rolled his eyes and glanced at priyanshi.

"Masi, you have to help me!"Vyom whined, pointing dramatically at his unevenly rolled poori.

Priyanshi chuckled, shaking her head as she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel. "I am helping you, Vyom. But maybe you need to stop trying to be a chef and just eat what comes out of the dough," she teased, ruffling his hair gently.

Avyukta pouted, still holding her perfectly round poori like a trophy. "See! Masi, look at mine! Perfect!"

Vyom stuck out his tongue at her. "It’s not fair! You always get perfect ones!"

Priyanshi laughed, kneeling down to his level. "Okay, okay. Let’s try together. I’ll guide your hands. This time, I promise it’ll look round."

Vyom’s eyes lit up, and he eagerly placed his little hands over hers, pressing and rolling the dough with careful precision.

"See?"Priyanshi said finally, lifting the poori to show its shape. "Now it’s round. Not perfect, but round enough to eat."

Vyom grinned triumphantly. "I did it! Masi, I did it!"

Avyukta clapped. "Yeah, yeah… your poori is round. But mine still looks better," she teased, nudging Vyom playfully.

Priyanshi shook her head, smiling at their bickering. "You two are impossible," she said fondly, brushing flour off her hands. ".both giggled warmly, grinning at her.

After two more poori's they was tired now.vyom let out a deep sigh while avyukta leaned back to counter.

"Ahhh we can't do anymore"vyom mumbled dramatically, wiping his own sweat.avyukta also nodded her head "yes mumma,now I wants my banana milk shake for fast energy and vyom needs fruit salad".

Priyanshi shook her head in defeat "will you both stop troubling me".

Both grinned widely, showing their full teeths "heeeee never".Priyanshi couldn't help but laughed softly with them.

Soft cry pierced through their ears "uffs now our anu waky waky,she also wants you to trouble Mumma"avyukta said, hifing with vyom.both of them laughed together,she scoffed and walked outside towards the hall where little anu was crying in her crab.

Her legs bouncing,tears felling down from her eyes.priyanshi bent down, taking her in arms "olllle mele baccha,mumma is here sona"she exclaimed happily, brushing nose against her.

Anaya stopped crying and for a while she was silent, looking at priyanshi with her little doe eyes.priyanshi kissed her cheeks,then again brushed nose with her.she giggled,her little palm raised, resting over priyanshi cheeks"m..mamm..mma"

Anaya exclaimed with a giggle, patting her cheeks.priyanshi kissed her again and hide herself in priyanshi arms.priyanshi smiled softly then walked towards the kitchen, waving at a chef.

"Turn off the stove"

He nodded and bowed his head on response.both avi and vyu settled themselves on the couch followed by Priyanshi with anaya in her lap.

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