Destined To Love You

CH 3

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(Third Person POV)

A grand white mansion stood tall against the evening evening sun, its intricate jaali windows and sandstone columns basking in the golden glow. Birds fluttered near the tall fountain in the courtyard as laughter, chatter, and a bit of scolding echoed through the vast halls.

A sleek golden nameplate shone on the front gate:
"The Rajvanshs"

Inside, the air was lively — not with chaos, but the kind of vibrant noise that only a home filled with too many siblings and too little self-control can create.

In the middle of the living room stood Sanjana Rajvansh, every inch the graceful matriarch — elegant in her crisp cotton saree, a delicate pearl chain hugging her neck, her eyes sharp behind her glasses as she pointed at the three "kids" lounging on the velvet couches like royalty.

"Ahana, put that phone down and stop making those ridiculous reels! You're twenty-four, not fourteen!"

Ahana — in oversized sunglasses, hair wrapped in a towel, and wearing a face mask — shrugged. "Reels are life, Mumma."

Sanjana groaned, turning to the next culprit.
"And Karan, how many times do I have to tell you, no cricket in the house? That vase was a wedding gift!"

Karan, twenty-two and proudly wearing a jersey with 'Legend' written on the back, grinned. "I didn't break it this time!"

"Because Samar ducked and caught the ball," Sanjana snapped. "And Samar—don't you dare smirk. You're seventeen, you're supposed to be the sensible one!"

Samar rolled his eyes with the perfected flair of a teenager. "Exactly. I'm seventeen. I'm literally the baby of this family."

Sanjana exhaled dramatically, placing a hand on her hip as she glared at all three of them. "I don't know what I did to deserve this. My whole house is a circus. And my eldest? He's twenty-seven and behaves like he's forty-seven! That boy was born grumpy. I've raised wild children and a walking lecture."

"Someone help me."

Just then, a warm chuckle echoed from the grand staircase.

Rajeev Rajvansh, suave in his kurta-pajama, salt-and-pepper hair perfectly in place, leaned against the banister with a twinkle in his eye. "Well, if the house is a circus, that makes you the beautiful ringmaster, doesn't it?"

Sanjana's scowl faltered. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as she tried to compose herself. "Rajeev, don't start."

He walked up to her and leaned in with a smirk, lowering his voice just for her. "If you keep getting prettier with every scolding, I'll have to provoke the kids more often."

Sanjana gave him a pretend glare, swatting his chest lightly, but the smile she was trying to hide had already taken over.

Before the flirting could escalate further, a soft voice entered the room.