Beinteha : Worship of Love EP 10

Hotel sky high

[A dimly lit suite with modern yet dark aesthetics. The large glass window overlooked the shimmering cityscape, but inside, the air was heavy with silence.

Suvahan sat on the couch, a drink in his hand, his jaw clenched. His phone lay on the table, buzzing occasionally with unread messages from his family—messages he refused to open.]

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

(muttering to himself, eyes darkening): Unhone tab nahi suna… ab mujhe sunnana bhi nahi hai. (They didn’t listen then… now I don’t care to listen either.)

[The anger he carried was old, deeply buried, yet fresh enough to sting every time he thought about it. Exhaling sharply, he leaned back, rubbing his temple. Just as he closed his eyes, his phone rang—an unknown number from the hotel reception.]

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

(picking up, tone cold): Haan, bolo. (Yeah, speak.)

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(hesitant): Sir, koi aapse milna chahta hai. Neeche lobby mein hai. (Sir, someone wants to meet you. They’re in the lobby.)

[Suvahan’s brows furrowed. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Hardly anyone knew he was staying here, and the few who did wouldn’t dare show up unannounced.]

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

(curtly): Naam poocha? (Did you ask for a name?)

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Ji sir, unhone apna naam nahi bataya… bas kaha ki zaroori baat karni hai. (Sir, they didn’t share their name… just said it’s important.)

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

(gritting his teeth): Bhejo upar. (Send them up.)

[He slammed the phone down, his expression unreadable. He turned toward the door, his heart a strange mix of emotions—anger, resentment, and something he refused to name.]

[A few minutes later, a knock echoed through the suite. Suvahan took a deep breath before unlocking the door. As the door swung open, Virendra Rajvansh, his grandfather, stood there, his face as imposing as ever.]

Virender Rajvansh/ML grandpa

(sternly, scanning Suvahan up and down): Bahut din ho gaye tumse mile. (It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.)

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

(leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed): Haan, maine notice kiya. Aaj achanak mere yaad kaise aa gayi? (Yeah, I noticed. What made you remember me today?)

Virender Rajvansh/ML grandpa

(stepping inside without invitation): Tumse baat karni thi. (I needed to talk to you.)

[Suvahan shut the door, exhaling sharply before turning to face his grandfather, who was now observing the room with quiet disapproval.]

Virender Rajvansh/ML grandpa

(disapprovingly): Ek Rajvansh hotel mein rahta hai, apne ghar par nahi? (A Rajvansh lives in a hotel, not his own home?)

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

(coldly): Main sirf naam ka Rajvansh hoon, yaad hai na? Aap logo ne mujhe kab ka nikal diya tha. (I’m only a Rajvansh by name, remember? You all threw me out long ago.)

Virender Rajvansh/ML grandpa

(sharply): Tumhe kisi ne nahi nikala, tum khud chale gaye. (No one threw you out, you left on your own.)

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

(chuckling humorlessly): Achha? Kyunki mujhe yaad hai jab main chala gaya tha tab kisi ne roka bhi nahi tha. (Really? Because I remember that when I left, no one stopped me.)

[Silence filled the room, thick with unspoken words. Virendra sighed, his hardened expression softening just a little.]

Virender Rajvansh/ML grandpa

(quietly): Ghar wapas aajao, Suvahan. (Come back home, Suvahan.)

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

* let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head*

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

Aap logon ne mujhe ghar se nikal kar ek perfect grandson dhoond liya tha na? Ab kyun yaad aaya main bhi family ka hissa hoon? (Didn’t you all replace me with the perfect grandson? Why do you suddenly remember I’m still part of the family?)

Virender Rajvansh/ML grandpa

(firmly): Koi tumhari jagah nahi le sakta, Suvahan. Par ghar chhod kar problems solve nahi hoti. (No one can take your place, Suvahan. But running away doesn’t solve problems.)

Suvahan Rajvansh/ML

(gritting his teeth): Mere liye solve ho gayi. (For me, they did.)

[Virendra sighed again, looking at his grandson—the boy who once idolized him, now standing before him like a stranger. He shook his head and turned toward the door.]

Virender Rajvansh/ML grandpa

(softly before leaving): Hamesha bhaagte nahi reh sakoge, beta. Ek din wapas aana hi padega. (You can’t keep running forever, son. One day, you’ll have to come back.)

[As the door shut behind him, Suvahan clenched his fists, his chest tightening. He turned toward the window again, staring at the city lights—wondering if they could ever outshine the shadows of his past.]

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Rajput haveli

In the grand living room of Rajput haveli everyone is sitting and talking.