𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠. 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧.

𝘿𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙩 ☺😊☺

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯:

In Punjab, a girl prepares to leave for her further studies in Jaipur, filled with excitement about starting her college life. She chooses a kurti and pants for the day, mindful of her curvy figure. Though she feels insecure about her body and complexion, she never lets it show. With a confident smile, she masks her vulnerabilities, ensuring that no one can use her insecurities against her.

She is none other our Amayra Gill.

As amayra was about to leave her room, her mother (Harpreet Gill) unexpectedly entered. It was a rare occasion, as her mother usually only came to her room when necessary.

With a stern tone, her mother said, "From next month, you'll need to manage your rent and expenses on your own. Your brother will help you this month, but after that, it's all on you. And don't tell him I said this." Her words were sharp to the point and Without waiting to hear her reply, her mother turned and walked out of the room.

Amayra had grown used to her mother's behavior and as well as father's. She was well aware that her parents didn't like her, frequently making casual comments about her skin tone and curvy figure directly to her face.

Amayra descended the stairs, lost in her thoughts, when her brother, Harsh Gill, appeared behind her, also making his way down. "Good morning, Choti," he greeted her as he walked past. The sound of his voice pulled Amayra out of her thoughts, and she quickly returned the greeting.

Harsh is a well-known businessman who built his company from the ground up through his hard work and dedication.

As his wife Keerath is a designer.

"Are you all set to go?" Harsh asked, glancing at her.

"Ji bhai," Amayra replied with a nod.

He then mentioned, "I've transferred money to your account. If you need anything, just call me."

"Ji bhai," she repeated.

Amayra hugged her brother, not wanting to show her emotions, but Harsh could feel her hesitation. He knew she was feeling emotional about leaving.

Gently patting her head, he hugged her back and said, "I'll always be here for you. Just call me whenever you need anything. If you miss us a lot, you can come home anytime, alright? Don't stress, Choti."

She pulled back from the hug, her voice soft as she said, "I'll miss you, Bhai."

Harsh smiled, his eyes softening. "I'll miss you too. And yes, I'll drop you off at the airport. Now, let's have breakfast before we head out, alright?"

Amayra joined her family for breakfast. Harsh greeted there parents cheerfully, and they responded in kind. As usual, Amayra's presence was largely ignored by her parents, who instead focused their conversation on Harsh.

Keerath, Harsh's wife, greeted Amayra warmly, "Good morning, Ammu. I've made your favorite-aloo parathas and gulab jamun."

Amayra smiled, replying, "Thank you, Bhabhi," as she settled into her seat. Just then, her 3-year-old nephew, Kian, chirped her name, "Bui!" and climbed onto her lap.

Amayra giggled, squeezing his cheeks. "Hello, champ," she greeted him.

Kian's eyes lit up as he asked, "Bui, apple?"

Amayra handed him a piece of apple, watching as he happily munched on it. The family enjoyed breakfast together, though Amayra's mind was already elsewhere.

After finishing, Amayra was ready to leave. Her laguage was already settled on car by worker. Harsh was waiting for her outside when she said her goodbyes, hugging Keerath. However, as soon as Amayra began to leave, Kian burst into tears.

"Don't cry, champ," Amayra cooed, picking him up. "Bua is going to bring you lots of chocolates and toys." Kian's tears ceased as he giggled, and Amayra passed him back to Keerath.

She glanced at her parents, but they didn't even acknowledge her. With a heavy heart, she said a final goodbye and got into the car with Harsh.

The drive to the airport was quiet. At the terminal, Amayra bid her brother farewell before heading inside to check in for her flight to Jaipur.

This was it-her dream was finally coming true. She had worked hard for this moment and secured a spot at Jaipur College.

Upon landing, she took a cab straight to her rented house, a shared space with another person.As Amayra stepped into her rented house, her phone rang.

It was none other than her best friend, Priya Mehra. The call was flooded with questions - "Where are you? Why haven't you been answering your calls?" Amayra sighed, her voice calm as she replied, "I'm in Jaipur, just arrived at my room." Priya, without missing a beat, suggested, "Let's meet this evening." "Okay," Amayra responded, and with that, she ended the call.

She was the first to arrive. The place was neat and tidy, featuring a cozy hall, a functional kitchen, and two bedrooms. After taking a quick tour of the house, she finally made her way to her room and collapsed onto the bed, eager to rest and recharge.

𝐀𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

"𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙔𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄" The name Suryawanshi itself signifies power and respect. As a royal family, they are deeply revered by the people, who place their unwavering trust and admiration in them.

Nilima Suryawamshi was bustling around, giving orders to her employees as they prepared the food. She was filled with excitement and joy, eagerly awaiting the return of her two elder sons after six long years away in India. Nilima, a sweet, caring, and authoritative woman, was making sure everything was perfect for their homecoming.

Her husband, Akash Suryawamshi, noticed how hard she was working and gently urged her to take a break, reminding her she had been at it since morning. Meanwhile, their twins, Dhruv and Dhruvika, were playfully chasing each other around, teasing and laughing.

Suddenly,AbhilashSuryawamshi(Father-in-Law) entered the hall, looking around at the chaos. He grinned before announcing that his two grandsons were on their way but had been delayed due to some work.

At the news, Nilima's face fell slightly, a trace of disappointment crossing her features. But Akash, always the calming presence, wrapped his arm around her and whispered comforting words.

"Mom, don't be upset. Bhai will be here in just a few hours," Dhruv said, playfully chasing Dhruvika.

"Yeah, Mom," Dhruvika added, hiding behind her parents.

Nilima nodded, taking a deep breath. "Alright, both of you stop your banter and come eat breakfast," she said with a smile.

The twins replied in unison, "Okay, Mom."

As evening approached, the family eagerly awaited the arrival of their sons, but there was still no sign of them. As the hours ticked by and night fell, they tried calling, but their calls went unanswered.

Finally, Nilima picked up the phone one last time and dialed her eldest son, Tanvik. The phone rang, but just as it was about to disconnect, a girl's voice came through on the other end.

"Hello?" she said.

Nilima, overwhelmed with worry, didn't recognize the voice and, without waiting, blurted out, "Tanvik, where are you? We've been trying to reach you for hours, and you haven't answered!" Her voice trembled with concern.

The girl replied, trying to calm her down

"𝘼𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙮, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.. 𝙃𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡. "

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𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 2025. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.🙂☺☺

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