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
Author ✍️❤️
Bye bye Mwaah.
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