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🌙 The Gentle Bond of Three Hearts
Once upon a quiet evening in the bustling city, there lived a man named Abhay. He was only twenty-eight, yet his eyes carried the weight of someone who had lived many lifetimes. He was known across the city as one of the sharpest businessmen-mature, disciplined, and so strict with his routine that even the ticking clock seemed to follow his command.
But behind those strong shoulders and a voice that rarely faltered, there was a heart that beat with only one name-Ansh.
Ansh was Abhay's younger brother, twenty-two, sweet like sunshine and fragile like a glass ornament. To the world, Ansh looked carefree-always laughing, always finding joy in the smallest things. But when the nights grew silent, shadows from the past returned. He had witnessed the accident that had taken their parents, and sometimes he woke up trembling, his eyes wet with fear, calling for the mother he no longer had.
And Abhay would always be there, holding him close, whispering, "I'm here, baby. I won't let anything hurt you."
Years passed like this. Abhay worked endlessly, building a life where Ansh never had to worry about food, clothes, or studies. But there was one thing Abhay couldn't give Ansh-a mother's love. And though he hid it well, a part of him feared: What if I'm not enough?
His friends noticed how Abhay carried every burden alone. They often said, "You need a partner. You need someone who will love Ansh like you do. He deserves a motherly heart in the house."
Abhay always shook his head. "No. What if she doesn't understand Ansh? What if she hurts him? I can't take that risk."
But fate has its own way of weaving stories.
That was when Asha entered their lives.
Asha were a doctor-disciplined, compassionate, yet gentle. Asha's cousin happened to be Abhay's friend, and before long, talks of marriage reached him. At first, he resisted. He feared change. But something about her steady eyes and soft words made him pause. She weren't dazzled by Abhay's wealth or name-she only wanted to understand his world.
And when She first met Ansh, everything shifted.
He was shy at first, hiding behind Abhay's arm, staring at her with curious eyes. But then, slowly, he warmed up. Asha listened when he spoke about his silly little hobbies, she smiled at his childish jokes, and when he called her "Mumma" for the first time, it melted something deep inside her, because she never taught she became mother for Ansh from bhabhi. She loves Ansh like her child.
Abhay had been watching silently, his heart torn between fear and relief. And that night, for the first time in many years, he allowed himself to close his eyes knowing someone else was also there for his brother.
Let's see on next chapter how three of them life going together with some care,love and Decipline and being supportive for each other in every problem like a family.
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