The apartment was wrapped in a soft glow of sunlight. The sunlight was peeking through the window and casting a soft glow at Mira's face. She was sleeping tightly hugging a pillow like a cocoon. Her lips were forming a small pout, her hair tied in a messy loose braid.
She stirred when her phone started ringing, she turned and covered her face with blanket. Her phone again started ringing. She groaned and picked up the call.
"Hello"
She mumbled
"You are still sleeping Mira, it's already 7:30 and I have my surgery at nine. Wake up and get ready in thirty minutes otherwise I will not pick you up. I'll be there in a few minutes and also-"
She disconnected the phone and finally wake up, she yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"I think I choosed wrong profession."
She whispered and went to the bathroom.
After a few minutes Mira emerged from the bathroom wearing a black sleeveless designer kurti paired with a black pant and grey dupatta with black border, she reached for her jewellery, selection pieces that complemented rather than overwhelmed a pair of subtle earrings, a slender bracelet, and a delicate chain that rested lightly against her collarbone. Each ornament seemed to whisper refinement, enhancing her natural poise rather than demanding attention.
Sitting down Mira applied a touch of makeup just enough to accentuate her features. A hint of kohl lined her eyes, a nude lipstick brushed against her lips and a subtle glow warned her cheeks.
After getting ready she walked in the living room and glanced at the clock.
"Abhi bhi dus minute baaki hai thoda aur so jaati hoon."
She said with a smile and laid on the couch.
Shivansh emerged from the lift and begun to walk to her flat. He stood at 6'1, his presence commando attention without effort. He wore a crisp white shirt paired with sleek black jeans. The sharp lines of his attire mirrored the precision of his personality. A pair of thin rimmed spectacles perched on his nose, lending him an intellectual charm that only accentuated his tall, athletic frame. His clean shaved face revealed strong, defined features.
He is almost every doctor's even nurse's crush in the hospital.
"Bhagwan jaane ye sleeping beauty uthi ya nahi."
He buzzed the door bell but no response again but still no response. He sighed and took out a spare key which she gave him in case of emergency as she lives alone. He opened the door and get inside, he scanned the living room and sighed seeing Mira sleeping on couch.
I knew it. He whispered.
"Oye kumbhkaran ki mausi ki bhatiji uth jaa." He snapped
She jolted awake slowly swung around to him and grinned.
"Khamma ghani Mishra ji."
She greeted him with joined hands.
He gave a tight lipped smile.
"Ram Ram Goenka ji, uth jaiye ji warna aapko chhor kar chala jaunga ji."
He replied gritting his teeth.
"Ab mai itni bhi kuch khaas nahi."
She smiled sheepishly in shinchan style. He rolled his eyes and smacked her head.
"Oo shinchan ki behen mene tujhe kaha tha ready hoke rehna but tu fir so gayi."
He snapped eyes beaming with anger, he had already told her how important this surgery is and he can't get late but he also can't leave his best friend, his only support system.
"But shinchan ki behen to himawari hai."
His patience wearing thin but he controlled himself not bursting out not before his surgery after that he will definitely not leave her.
"Get ready fast and come."
He gritted his teeth.
"Oh I am already ready wait I'll be back taking my stethoscope and coat."
She said and went to her room to get her belongings. After a few minutes she come out of her room with her.
"Chal jaldi." He said already moving towards the main door.
"But Shivansh my breakfast."
"It's in the car now come fast."
After a few minutes Mira was engrossed in her phone waiting for Shivansh who headed to the parking to get the car. Suddenly a man came infront of her standing at 6'2 tall he wore a sky blue shirt and black pants with sunglasses.
Her eyes widened she gulped and stepped back.
"Prem"
She whispered, he is her stalker Prem Khanna, who is stalking her from last two years.
He smirked and take a step towards her she began to step back but her back hit the cold surface of the wall. People were standing there watching the whole scene unfold, some were murmuring, some recording.
He lifted his hand to cup her face but before he could touch her a punch landed on his face.
He glanced at the man who punched him and clenched his fist.
"You Shivansh what's your problem, why you always come between us."
Again a slap landed on his face.
And what's your problem why are you always behind her.
Shivansh clenched his fist.
He smirked and shook his head.
"Tumhe kya problem ho rahi hai Shivansh mai kuch bhi karu Mira ke saath." He said
Shivansh grabbed his collar.
"She is my sister."
"Bhai hoon main iska, behen hai ye meri."
Shivansh shouted and slapped him so hard that his lips started bleeding.
"Now get lost and aaj ke baad kabhi Mira ke aas paas bhi dikha to tujhe chhorunga nahi."
Shivansh grabbed his collar and warned him.
"Abhi jaa raha hoon but wapas aaunga Mira ke liye, and tumhe bhi bataunga ki Prem Khanna kya chiz hai." He said and wiped the blood.
"Abe jaa na main bhi Shivansh Mishra hu and hum banaras wale kisi se bhi kam nahi hai tera wo haal karunga ki tu apni shakal nahi pehchan paayega." Shivansh said.
"Let's see."
Prem smirked and left.
He turned around and scanned the crowd with burning eyes.
"I'm not surprised. This society always blames a girl. Just imagine if today instead of Mira it was your sister, your wife or your daughter, would you still be recording videos."
Silence fell.
Shivansh grabbed Mira's wrist.
"Chal Mira."
He walked away as the crowd slowly dispersed, some ashamed, some thoughtful.
Meera looked up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears.
The mahogany gates of the Bhosale residence open Just as the evening san dipped low, Casting molten gold across the driveway. Anvika Bhosale Stepped out of her car, her shoulders Squared, her gait confident victory clinging to her like a second skin.
She had won.
Not just a case, but a battle of intellect, patience, and sheer resolve.
Still dressed in her crisp lawyer's attire, Anvika inhaled deeply. No courtroom could rival the comfort of home.
The front door swung open she stepped inside.
"Anvi"
Her mother Navisha Bhosale rushed toward her face glowing with unrestrained pride. She cupped her cheeks.
"Meri beti". Navisha whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace. I know you would win.
Anvika smiled, melting effortlessly into a daughter craving affection. I missed you Maa.
Navisha pulled back, after wiping her hands on her dupatta.
You go and freshen up I'll prepare your favorite aalu parathas.
Anvika eyes glistened, she nodded and quickly went to her room.
After changing into a comfortable night suit and tying her hair into a loose braid, Anvika climbed the stairs, drawn by a family rhythmic sound controlled breathing and dull thud of effort.
She stopped outside a room.
Dhruv's room.
Pushing the door open silently, she found her elder brother on the floor, shirtless, muscles taut as he powered through push-ups with relentless discipline.
(Mere pati hai ye, kya maal- I mean kamaal hai🌚🙂).
"Eighty-three... eighty-four-"
Anvika lips curved into a mischievous smile.
Without warning, she ran forward and jumped onto his back.
"Champion lawyer returns!"
"Aaaaah ANVI-"
Dhruv collapsed flat against the floor with a sharp groan, his arms giving out under the sudden weight.
"Have you lost your mind." He snapped
Anvika laughed, utterly unapologetic.
"Oh please bhaiya."
He stood and quickly wore a t-shirt.
She looked past behind him and her eyes widened. He frowned before he could process-
Someone tipped the bowl of ice cube straight down Dhruv's back inside his t-shirt.
"Aaaaaaah"
Dhruv leapt to his feet like a man possessed.
"AAN"! He screamed.
Dhruv turned around and saw him standing there.
Avyaan Bhosale standing at 6'2 tall his presence impossible to ignore. He wore a black shirt paired with black pants, the dark hues only amplifying the intensity he carried so effortlessly. Spectacles rested on his face, framing his sharp features, his chestnut brown eyes sparkling with mischief. His hair was slightly messy as if he had rushed here. He was holding the bowl, some ice cubes were still in the bowl.
Avyaa screamed with laughter and rushed across the room, his footsteps echoing like war drums.
Dhruv chased him, grabbing stray ice cubes and hurling them like a weapons.
"Abe oye aan ruk jaa."
Dhruv screamed on the top of his lungs.
Anvika leaned across the doorframe, laughter spilling freely as Dhruv and Avyaan vanished down the stairs shouting, slipping and threatening eternal vengeance.
The living room echoed with laughter, hurried footsteps and the unmistakable chaos of sibling warfare. Dhruv had finally cornered Avyaan near the sofa, ice cubes melting in his fists, while Anvika stood at a safe distance, offering strategic commentary and unapologetic laughter.
"Hold him Anvi." Dhruv barked.
"I'm a lawyer not an accomplice. She replied smoothly."
Just then-
"Enough."
The single word cut through the commotion like a gravel striking wood.
All three siblings froze.
Abhishek Bhosale stood near the doorway, his posture calm yet commanding, arms folded across his chest. His expression was unreadable neither amused nor angry, but unmistakably authoritative.
With a subtle gesture of his hand, he pointed toward the sofa.
"Sit all of you."
No arguments. No excuses.
Like disciplined soldiers, Dhruv, Avyaan and Anvika exchanged wary glances before quietly taking their seats, suddenly very aware of their surroundings.
Abhishek lowered himself into the sofa opposite them, resting his hands on the armrests with deliberate composure.
He glanced at Dhruv and sighed.
I have seen a girl for Dhruv.
Silence
Absolute, stunned silence.
Dhruv's spine stiffened. His eyes widened as he just saw a ghost.
"WHAT"
Dhruv shouted
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