Scene 1.

The morning light slipped into the small room, warming the room in soft gold. Aastha rocked Vihaan gently, his small fingers clutching her kurta as if afraid to let go. His laughter bubbled in the quiet air, sweet and unrestrained.

“To the world, you’re tiny,” she whispered against his forehead, “but to me, you’re everything.”

In his innocent gaze, Aastha found both her strength and her vulnerability. The world outside could judge her, label her, dismiss her. But here, in this moment, she was only a mother.

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Scene 2

A folded newspaper on the table carried words she tried to ignore. Hriday Patil to contest election. A name that stirred both respect and unease.

Men like him belonged to a world she had no part in. A world she didn’t want near her son.

And yet, fate never asked before crossing paths.

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Scene 3

At the NGO, life buzzed with children’s laughter and endless tasks. Aastha’s hands were full, her eyes everywhere except on the tall figure who had just walked in.

Vihaan’s cry cut through the noise. She turned, ready to rush, but someone reached him first.

Hriday Patil.

His touch was steady, his voice low. And just like that, Vihaan stopped crying. The baby’s small hands reached for him, a smile replacing tears.

Aastha froze. Her son never let anyone else hold him. But in this stranger’s arms, Vihaan was calm. Safe. Happy.

And in that moment, something fragile yet unshakable took root, an invisible thread pulling their worlds together.

She didn’t know then that this moment, fragile and fleeting, would change everything. That the man her son had chosen would become the man her heart could never let go of.

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The prologue is here. Let me know, what do you think about it.

Lots of love,

Shay 💗