Lovingly Yours..
1.The Talk of Raghuvanshi
The house didn’t wake up with alarms — it breathed into the day like a person.
Raghuvanshi padded softly across the marble floor, tying her lavender dupatta as she entered the prayer room. The scent of rose agarbatti mixed with filter coffee floated down the halls. Her first thought, as always, was..
Avni Raghuvanshi (ML’s Mom)
Did Surya Sleep.? *She thought.*
Her oldest, her quietest, her most inward child — he didn’t need much. Except peace. And she worried that this world, this empire they had built, didn’t leave enough space for that.
It was all Chaos and then calm but only for a little while.
Upstairs in Surya’s room.
He wasn’t cold, but people often mistook his silence for arrogance.
In truth, he just thought more than he spoke.
This morning, he was reading an Business impact report, glasses sliding slightly down his nose. Clean, structured, calm — everything he was raised to be.
Vikram Raghuvanshi – The Father Who Chose Love Over Ego
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
You missed your 6:00 run. Bad sign. *Sighs softly as he stood at the door*
Surya Raghuvanshi
*Without looking up.* Data was more urgent today.
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
So was the sunrise. You forget the balance, you lose the vision.
He walked in with a quiet authority, not a controlling presence — but one shaped by decades of leading without losing his soul.
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
You’re doing well, Surya. Better than I did at your age.
But don’t lose yourself to the chair. It’s made of wood, not your spine. *Patted his head softly.*
Surya Raghuvanshi
*Smiles softly.* Noted. Advice from the original CEO always hits different.
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
Just don’t forget that you don’t owe this family sacrifice.
You owe yourself a life.
Build that, and you’ll have honored the name far more than any contract ever could. *Smiles.*
Downstairs, Avni was setting plates for breakfast. One for Surya, one for Ved, one for Saanvi and one for Vikram — who’d always forget to eat unless she reminded him.
Avni Raghuvanshi (ML’s Mom)
You didn’t sleep again, did you?
Your eyes are darker than my eyeliner.
Surya Raghuvanshi
Just quarterly reports. I’ll sleep after next lifetime. *Sighs.*
Avni Raghuvanshi (ML’s Mom)
Then I’ll save you a pillow next time.
She gently tucked a tulsi leaf into his hand and fed him the first bite of aloo paratha — a habit since he was five.
Avni Raghuvanshi (ML’s Mom)
You do everything for the world, beta.Who’s going to do something for you? *Said more softly.*
He didn’t answer. But he stayed longer at the table that day.
Ved came running to eat breakfast.
Ved Raghuvanshi (ML's Brother)
Who gave Surya bhai those under-eye circles? The stock market?
Avni Raghuvanshi (ML’s Mom)
Ved-
Surya Raghuvanshi
You know I still remember how to lock your iPad permanently, right?
Ved Raghuvanshi (ML's Brother)
*Scoffs.* Of course you do.
Ved Raghuvanshi (ML's Brother)
Can I borrow your Bugatti though? Just to impress a girl.
She’s into CEOs. *Said while grinning.*
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
Let him try. It’s time you gave back to your fans, Surya. *Laughing.*
Laughter echoed through the breakfast table.
Warm. Real. Not perfect — but alive.
Ved Raghuvanshi (ML's Brother)
Why is Dad being so poetic today?
Saanvi Raghuvanshi (ML’s Sister)
Because Surya Bhaiya’s the golden child. He gets the ‘you-can-do-anything’ speeches. We get ‘clean your room’.
Everyone chuckled. Even Surya let out a small smile.
Later, in Surya’s room
He sat in front of his glass desk, files spread out like battle plans.
But his eyes drifted away from the numbers… to a small, leather-bound journal in his drawer. Inked Pages. Where he could write the most unhinged stuff and thoughts.
Sometimes, he wondered what life looked like outside of deals, boardrooms, and headlines.
But that was a luxury. And Surya Raghuvanshi didn’t do luxury for emotions.
He closed the drawer. The day had started. And his heart? Still quiet.
In Raghuvanshi Corporate.
He went for work and worked so much that he couldn’t see that it was late.
Surya stood by the massive window of his personal study, twenty floors above the city that never slept — a skyline of steel and light, blurring behind the glass.
The room was quiet. Too quiet.
His laptop screen was still open to a pitch deck from New York. M&A strategies. Forecasts. Deadlines. Yet his fingers hadn’t moved for the past twenty minutes.
Instead, his eyes were locked on the handwritten note tucked into the corner of his desk.
A single line. Written in his late grandfather’s script- “Build what you want the world to remember. But don’t forget who you are when no one’s watching.”
He swallowed something down. A feeling he couldn’t name.
The door creaked open and Vikram, his father, stepped in.
He looked casual for once. No tie. No stern expression. Just a warm glance and two mugs of steaming masala chai.
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
Figured you could use this. *Handed him one mug.*
Surya accepted it silently. The warmth of the cup seeped into his cold palms.
They sat in silence for a minute. The kind that only fathers and sons who rarely speak their hearts can share.
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
You’re doing a good job.. *He finally said.*
Surya Raghuvanshi
Am I.? *Jaw clenched.*
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
You doubt that.?
Surya didn’t answer but his eyes spoke a lot more.
Vikram turned slightly, watching his son.
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
You know, when I was your age, I thought success meant working harder than everyone else. Proving I could carry the name. I didn’t realise success could isolate you.
Surya stared into the tea.
Surya Raghuvanshi
Feels like I live in a glass box. Everyone sees me, but no one gets me. *Sighs.*
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
*He chuckled.* That’s because you don’t let them.
Surya looked at him then. Sharp. Quiet. Honest.
Surya Raghuvanshi
I don’t know how to.
FLASHBACK — Surya, Age 16
He was in this same office. Crying quietly after his first public failure — a school debate where he froze mid-sentence and ran off stage.
It was Avni who found him. She didn’t say anything. Just sat beside him, rubbing circles into his back until he stopped shaking.
No speeches. No pressure. Just presence.
Back then, he thought silence was weakness. Now? He craved it.
PRESENT
Vikram stood up, patting Surya’s shoulder.
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
You don’t have to be perfect to be respected, beta. You just have to be real. *Said while patting his head softly.*
He walked out, leaving Surya with that one sentence — and the weight of his own thoughts.
Later That Night — 12 AM
The rest of the house was asleep.
But Surya?
He sat at his grand piano. A matte black beast that took up the corner of his study. Few people even knew he played. It was his secret escape. His childhood therapy.
His fingers moved slowly, almost unsure at first — but then the melody bloomed. A soft, haunting tune. Sad and beautiful.
If anyone heard, they’d never believe the stoic CEO of Raghuvanshi Enterprises could create something so achingly delicate.
But there he was — lost in a piece he never named.
And somewhere in the city, life stirred quietly.
The kind of life Surya had no idea he was about to collide with.
Author ✍️❤️
Thank you for reading.
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
I’m 46 , I love my children equally.
Avni Raghuvanshi (ML’s Mom)
I’m 41 , I love my children but I stay concerned more about Surya.
Ved Raghuvanshi (ML's Brother)
I’m 18 , cheerful , flirty and expressive. I’m studying for software engineering.
Saanvi Raghuvanshi (ML’s Sister)
I’m 17 , I am studying business , kind , funny and pretty
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Bye bye Mwaah.
2. The Rathore House
The first thing you heard when you entered the Rathore house at night was music.
Not polite music.
Not the kind that plays gently in the background of someone’s living room.
This was rage.
This was heart.
This was Sameeksha Rathore , hunched over a canvas with paint-streaked arms, head bobbing to an underground indie track blasting in her AirPods.
Her fingers were smeared with charcoal black and ochre red — fiery like her mood. She’d ruined three canvases tonight.
Sameeksha Rathore
Ugh, Why won’t this feel right:?! *she snapped, flinging her brush across the room. It hit the wall with a splatter of vermillion.*
From the hallway, Raina,her sister, peeked in with a tub of ice cream.
Raina Rathore (Fl’s Sister)
You know you could just… breathe?
Sameeksha Rathore
Can you not be so calm when I’m clearly going through a creative breakdown?
Raina walked in anyway, plopped on the beanbag, and opened the ice cream without asking.
Raina Rathore (Fl’s Sister)
You always have a breakdown before your best work. It’s like… your superpower.
Sameeksha glared at her, charcoal on her cheek, mascara smudged.
Sameeksha Rathore
Wow. Thanks, therapist Barbie.
They both broke into tired laughter.
DOWNSTAIRS — Kitchen
Saira, their mother, was cooking tea at almost 11 PM — her daughter’s creative chaos wasn’t new.
Reyansh entered quietly, in his soft kurta, rubbing his temples.
Reyansh Rathore (Fl’s Dad)
She’s still in her studio?
Saira Rathore (Fl’s Mom)
Of course. It’s a full moon night. Her emotions are on steroids. *Said while handing him a cup.*
Reyansh Rathore (Fl’s Dad)
That’s our girl. *He smiled.*
Saira Rathore (Fl’s Mom)
*She leaned on the counter.* She feels everything so deeply. It’s beautiful yet so terrifying.
Reyansh Rathore (Fl’s Dad)
She’ll learn to hold her fire, Sai. Or she’ll meet someone who calms it. *While sipping slowly*
They both fell silent. As if sensing something was coming.
UPSTAIRS — 11:30 PM
Sameeksha was finally quiet. She had stopped painting. Instead, she sat on the floor, back against the wall, sketchpad on her knees.
A loose pencil in hand. Her strokes soft, almost uncertain now.
She was drawing a face. Not fully formed. Sharp jaw. Thick lashes. Eyes that looked like they saw right through you.
A man she had never met.
But kept sketching again.
And again.
And again.
Sameeksha Rathore
What the hell are you trying to tell me? *she whispered to no one, flipping the page as Raina slept beside her.*
In the room next door, Ansh was playing video games with his headphones on, unaware that the universe had just taken a small, silent breath —
waiting for the spark to finally strike.
Ansh, her 17-year-old brother, lay sprawled on his bed, headphones on, shouting at a friend in the middle of an intense multiplayer match.
Ansh Rathore (Fl’s Brother)
Bro , left se aarahe hai sniper , cover de na.! * He paused only to gulp his cola and throw a crumpled paper at the door when Raina knocked to tell him to shut up..*
Typical Ansh. The loudest during midnight but the first to cry when Sameeksha got even a scratch.
He worshipped his eldest sister in secret — never said it, never showed it, but he noticed everything.
Every shift in her moods, every change in her playlist, every night she didn’t eat dinner.
And tonight was one of those nights.
1AM – TERRACE
Sameeksha stood alone under the moonlight, cigarette tucked behind her ear but didn’t plan to smoke yet.
She didn’t smoke — just liked holding it. It gave her something to do with her fingers when her mind was screaming.
She stared up at the sky.
Sameeksha Rathore
I want more. *She whispered* Not fame. Not even success. Just… something real. Something mine.
Something she didn’t have to fight for, or explain, or apologize for.
Something that didn’t flinch when she got angry.
Something or someone who understood her silences.
Behind her, the door creaked open. Reyansh, her father, walked out with a cup of cold coffee.
Reyansh Rathore (Fl’s Dad)
You always come here when you’re about to change something big.
Sameeksha Rathore
You keep track.? *She looked at him , surprised.*
Reyansh Rathore (Fl’s Dad)
*He handed her the coffee.* I’m your dad. I may not always speak the language of brushes and storms, but I speak you, my second baby.
She softened — the only person who made her do that without even trying.
Sameeksha Rathore
You think I’m too much sometimes?
Reyansh Rathore (Fl’s Dad)
*He chuckled.* I think the world isn’t enough for you yet.
She blinked away something sharp in her throat.
Reyansh Rathore (Fl’s Dad)
There’s someone out there, *He said, staring at the sky.* Someone who won’t tame your fire. Just hold space beside it.
A pulse.
A flicker.
A whisper that something, someone… was coming.
Back in her room, as the night folded itself into sleep, she finally looked at the sketch again. The unfinished face.
Sameeksha Rathore
*She traced the eyes with her finger.* Who are you.?
The next morning, the universe would take one step closer to answering that.
Raina had, of course, returned to scrolling through Reels like nothing happened.
Ansh had shut his door but not before giving her that ‘don’t let them get to you’ glance.
Sameeksha exhaled slowly. It was over. At least for tonight.
Just as she was about to toss her phone onto the bed and peel off her kurti, it vibrated in her hand.
Anaya called , Her Bestfriend.
Sameeksha’s lips curved into the smallest smile. Trust Anaya to know exactly when to check in — like her soul had a sixth sense for Sameeksha’s storms.
She slid her finger across the screen and answered.
Sameeksha Rathore
I was about to throw myself into a hole in the ground. *Sameeksha said by way of greeting.*
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
Then thank God I called *Anaya replied, voice light but warm.* What happened now? Is Raina being a walking red flag again?
Sameeksha huffed a tired laugh, flopping onto her bed.
Sameeksha Rathore
More like waving the red flag at full speed. I was just trying to say something genuine, you know, from my soul, as you would say and Raina basically said I live in la-la land.”
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
First of all *She said* you do live in la-la land. That’s what makes you magic. Second, Raina wouldn’t know what a soul looks like unless it was in Mcdonald’s packaging.”
Sameeksha Rathore
You’re such a bitch. I love you. *She laughed.*
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
Obviously. But seriously, what’s going on in that brain of yours? You sound more off than usual. *Asked curiously.*
Sameeksha stared at the ceiling. The fan spun slowly above her. Even the shadows on her walls looked tired.
Sameeksha Rathore
I don’t know Anu *She paused.* it’s just. I feel like something’s about to change. Like this fog is going to lift or something. I just… I don’t know what.
There was a beat of silence.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
*Said softly* You’ve been dreaming again, haven’t you?
Sameeksha Rathore
Yeah. *Replied as she closed her eyes.*
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
Same dream.?
Sameeksha Rathore
Not exactly. It’s always just… moments. Like I’m standing in front of something or someone but the details blur. Like my heart knows, but my eyes don’t.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
Wow. That’s very Main Character of you.
Sameeksha Rathore
Shut up.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
No but like, seriously what do you think it means.?
Sameeksha Rathore
I don’t know. But it doesn’t feel random. And today… I got this weird feeling. Like someone was thinking about me. Someone I haven’t met yet.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
Maybe they were.
Sameeksha Rathore
You sound so sure.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
Because I am.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
Look, babe. You’re not meant for average things. You feel too much. You notice too much. People like you , life finds them in strange, poetic ways.
Sameeksha’s throat tightened. No one made her feel seen the way Anaya did.
Sameeksha Rathore
Will you still love me when I run away from home and open a coffee shop that sells journals instead of cappuccinos?
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
Obviously. I’ll design the logo and sue your suppliers when they mess up.
Sameeksha laughed — the real kind. The first in days.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
*Yawned dramatically.* Okay, soulmate. Sleep. Text me your dreams tomorrow. If any hot strangers appear, I want full descriptions.Anyhow. Got it.?
Sameeksha Rathore
You’re so shameless *Laughed.*
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
And you love it.
The call ended with a sleepy goodnight and a reminder from Anaya to “trust the signs.” Sameeksha set the phone aside, pulled the blanket over herself, and let her body sink into the mattress.
The city outside her window was still glowing, still moving.
But inside her?
Something had shifted.
And somewhere far across the city, in a home she didn’t know existed, someone named Surya Raghuvanshi was dreaming of ink-stained hands.
Sameeksha Rathore
I’m 22,Lost soul , pretty and kind.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
I’m also 22 ,Bubbly, flirty and sweet
Raina Rathore (Fl’s Sister)
I’m 18 , Annoying , cute and funny
Ansh Rathore (Fl’s Brother)
I’m 17, Fun , loving , excitement about everything
Saira Rathore (Fl’s Mom)
I’m 40 , kind , pretty and chill , I love them equally.
Reyansh Rathore (Fl’s Dad)
I’m 45 , Loving, funny , hot , I also love them equally but more to Sameeksha.
Author ✍️❤️
Bye bye, Mwaah Cuties
3. The Space between them
The Raghuvanshi penthouse stood like a quiet fortress in the Mumbai skyline , floors above the chaos, above the city’s neon heartbeat. But inside, in the stillness of 4AM, Surya Raghuvanshi was wide awake.
He didn’t like being awake this early.
Not because of the silence ,he liked that , but because this hour stripped him down. No meetings. No strategy. No distractions. Just him… and the ache.
He stood at the edge of his private balcony, wrapped in an old grey hoodie and cotton pyjamas.
Not CEO Surya. Not the man whose signature decided millions. Just a boy with insomnia and questions too big for his chest.
Behind him, the automatic lights in his room dimmed gently. His desk was still lit, a notebook lying open with a sentence scratched into the page:
“Why does everything I build still feel empty?”
He didn’t know why he wrote it. It had just come to him.
Surya wasn’t dramatic. He was practical. Thoughtful. The kind of man who read five different newspapers and never forgot a birthday. He didn’t let storms take over.
The quiet wasn’t peaceful anymore.
He’d been dreaming strange things.
A girl. Never clearly seen, but always felt. Hair tangled like wild stories. Voice that came like an afterthought.
A presence that made his heart hurt in that soft, unbearable way you only feel when someone gets you without ever saying a word.
Surya Raghuvanshi
Useless thoughts *He muttered.*
At breakfast, his family noticed.
Ved, just turned 18, loud, mischievous, halfway into his third Paratha, squinted at him.
Ved Raghuvanshi (ML's Brother)
Did someone reject your LinkedIn request or what?
Surya Raghuvanshi
Yes, Ved. That’s exactly what keeps me up at night. *He gave him a glare.*
Ved Raghuvanshi (ML's Brother)
Then send her a follow-up email saying you’re emotionally available now. *Said while grinning.*
Avni Raghuvanshi (ML’s Mom)
*Laughed softly from her seat.* Enough, Ved. Don’t poke your brother like that.
Saanvi, 17, quieter and bookish, gave Surya a knowing look from across the table. She never teased but only noticed.
Saanvi Raghuvanshi (ML’s Sister)
You’re thinking too much again. *She said while reaching for the toast.* Go easy on yourself Bhaiya.
Avni served Surya another paratha even though he hadn’t finished the first. That was her love language that was food. She never said, I’m worried, but you could tell by the extra spoon of ghee.
And their father, observant and wise, sat with his tea, waiting for his son to speak.
But Vikram caught his eyes.
Vikram Raghuvanshi (ML’s Dad)
Whatever it is, *He said calmly* you’ll figure it out. You always do. You were born with a compass most people spend their whole lives building.
It hit Surya in the chest. That kind of belief.
Later that day – In his office at Raghuvanshi Group.
The conference table was clean. His assistant had already arranged the files for the Singapore merger, the design team was pitching the new logo variants, and his calendar buzzed with appointments.
Not when something inside him was shifting, like his heart was turning its head to listen to a song that hadn’t played yet.
He found himself scrolling through Instagram mindlessly during a break, rare for him. A post caught his eye.
Raw. Chaotic. Beautiful. Like it had been born out of a storm.
It had no hashtags. Just one line in the caption. “Some feelings don’t want names.” -@inkywitch
Surya stared at it.
He didn’t double-tap.
Didn’t follow.
Didn’t even save.
But he couldn’t look away.
And then he closed the app. Stood up. Paced.
Something about that sketch made his lungs feel tight. Like it was meant for him but not yet.
That night, the dreams returned.
Only this time, he saw her hands. Smudged with ink. Fingers that shook when they made art. Fire in her voice even when she whispered.
The dream didn’t scare him.
And when he woke up, the first word that came to his mind without reason, without logic was - Sameeksha.
He didn’t know anyone with that name.
But it tasted like something real.
Like something about to change everything.
Sameeksha sat by her window, knees pulled to her chest, sketchbook open, but untouched.
She hadn’t been able to sleep.
And not in the usual overthinking way.
No, this was different. A quiet ache under her ribs. A kind of… search. For what, she had no idea.
THAT DREAM.
A tall shadow. A presence. She didn’t see his face, but she remembered his silence. Not cold but heavy. Like he carried a thousand things he never said aloud. His fingers brushed hers in the dream, and the moment they touched, she felt something collapse gently, like surrender.
She woke up gasping.
And now she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
she was remembering that dream just then the door opened and Anaya barged inside.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
Dude , what is going on with you currently.?
Sameeksha Rathore
Nothing, why.? *Blinked.*
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
You haven’t posted art in a week. You haven’t ranted about society’s pretentious love for minimalism in two days. You didn’t even cry during Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani last night. You’re scaring me.
Sameeksha Rathore
*She smiles.* I just… I don’t know. I feel like something’s coming. Or maybe I’m going.
Anaya Shetty (Fl’s Best friend)
*Raised her eyebrow.* Baby girl, either you’re getting psychic again or PMS just hit different this time.
Sameeksha laughed. But still, she looked back at the sketch.
And then down at her phone.
She didn’t know why she opened LinkedIn of all apps. She rarely used it , the app annoyed her. Everyone there was either too fake-happy or too success-thirsty.
But something Nudged her.
She clicked on a notification.
A new position announcement: Surya Raghuvanshi, Group CEO at Raghuvanshi Infrastructure.
She didn’t know why she froze.
Just a name. Just a post.
But her fingers stilled above the screen.
And that was before she even tapped on the profile.
When she finally did, she found a man with sharp eyes and an unreadable smile.
His bio was clean, efficient: “Vision. Structure. Integrity.”
But his eyes didn’t match that.
There was something broken in them. Something she felt she knew.
Sameeksha’s breath hitched.
Didn’t follow. Didn’t connect.
Later that day, when she sat in her little home studio surrounded by half-used paints, ink bottles, and undone canvases, she opened a fresh page and began to paint.
It came out of her without any thought.
A silhouette standing in the rain. His back to her. A city behind him. And around him, emptiness shaped like longing.
She titled it:
“He waits, but doesn’t know what for.”
That night, she had the dream again.
But this time, she heard the name.
Sameeksha woke up with her hands covered in charcoal and her heart racing.
She had never met anyone named Surya.
But she whispered the name anyway, into the morning air like a secret.
Sameeksha Rathore
Who are you.?
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Bye bye, Mwaah cuties
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