Heartbeat – I Love You forever and Ever…..!
1.Thats how ….Heartbeat landed on the pages
Mahitha Nayana sat quietly, her fingers tracing the delicate curves of her engagement ring. A soft smile played on her lips as her thoughts drifted to Eshwar Anirudh. The gentle hum of the canteen around her barely registered—her mind was elsewhere.
Kranti suddenly slid into the seat across from her, breaking her reverie. “What’s up, Dr. Mahitha Nayana? You didn’t order anything.” He glanced around the bustling canteen filled with medico students, then back at her.
She leaned back and sighed. “I’m bored.”
Kranti smirked. “Ah, I get it. You just came back from Kerala, huh? Or… wait, I understand! You’re missing your soon-to-be husband, aren’t you?” He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.
Mahitha shot him a glare. “Kranti!”
He chuckled. “Come on, tell me the truth.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m literally feeling bored. I used to read novels all the time, but here—how am I supposed to carry novels to college? In my free time, I just—”
Kranti interrupted, snapping his fingers. “I have an idea! Why don’t you write a story yourself?”
Mahitha blinked at him. “Me? Are you joking?”
“Not at all,” he grinned. “You always have something running in that brain of yours. Instead of just reading stories, why not create your own?”
She tilted her head, considering his words.
It was a quiet Sunday. The kind of day that stretched lazily, filled with silence, the absence of chatter making the house feel vast and empty. Mahitha Nayana sat on her bed, absently flipping through a blank notebook. College was closed. No one was home. And boredom clung to her like an unwelcome shadow.
She sighed, recalling Kranti’s teasing words from the other day. “Why don’t you write a story yourself?”
She had laughed then, dismissing it as one of his random ideas. But now, in this moment of solitude, the idea lingered. Without thinking much, she picked up a pen and let her thoughts flow.
At first, it was just scattered words, a fragment of a story with no direction. But as she wrote, something strange happened. The words no longer felt like mere fiction. She wasn’t just creating a story—she was feeling it.
Somewhere between her inked lines and fleeting thoughts, she unknowingly started writing a chapter of her own life.
She didn’t realize it, but the main character—his presence, his voice, his essence—was unmistakably familiar. The way he spoke, the way he cared, the silent strength he carried—it was him. Eshwar Anirudh.
Unknowingly, she captured every shade of him—the unwavering intensity in his gaze, the unspoken words hidden behind his silences, the way his presence alone could make her feel safe. She wasn’t sure how she knew him so deeply, so effortlessly, but it poured out of her like a truth she had always known.
And then, without thinking, she wrote about her.
Her emotions, her hesitations, the warmth that bloomed in her heart whenever she thought of him. Every glance, every unspoken moment between them, every heartbeat that had unknowingly synchronized with his.
She paused, staring at the pages now filled with emotions she had never dared to put into words before. A realization settled over her like a whisper of fate—she wasn’t just writing a novel.
She was writing them.
And as her fingers hovered over the last sentence, the title came to her, as naturally as the rhythm of her own heartbeat.
Heart Beat – I Love You Forever and Ever.
She traced the words with her fingertips, a small smile playing on her lips. She never meant to write a love story.
But perhaps… some stories are meant to be written, even before we realize we are living them. ( If you want to know about Mahitha Nayana and Eshwar Anirudh, read – Look into My eyes series, right now enjoy Novel Heartbeat).
The Main Characters in Heartbeat – I Love You Forever and Ever
Rishi Arka – Heeranya Davala
Charan Vihari – Neha.
Dhruv vedant – Alekhya
Moksha – Abhimanyu
2.Heart Beat – Beginning
Rishi Arka was a force of nature—handsome, mischievous, and just a little too violent for his own good. At nine years old, he had already mastered the art of troublemaking, and his world revolved around his family, his friends, and, most importantly, a tiny firefly in his life—Heeranya Davala.
Heeranya Davala, at eight, was no less of a terror. Cute, yes. Innocent? Not even close. She wasn’t an angry bull charging into fights, but she was a mini monster in disguise. If Rishi was chaos, she was the spark that lit the fire. And together, they were nothing short of a storm waiting to happen.
That afternoon, the storm had already arrived.
“Rishi, stop running behind Heeru!” Neonika’s sharp voice rang out across the courtyard as she watched her son chase after the girl with unwavering determination. “Why do you always trouble her?”
“Mom, you don’t know what she did to me at school!” Rishi protested, his grip tightening around Heeranya’s wrist as she struggled to free herself.
Heeranya wasn’t one to back down from a fight. “No, Neo Aunty! I didn’t do anything!” she cried, twisting in his hold. “Rishi, leave my hand! Neonika Aunty, tell him to leave me!”
Before Neonika could respond, another voice cut through the commotion. “Heeranya!” Devika Davala, her mother, appeared at the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised in that way that made every ounce of defiance drain from Heeranya’s face. “How many times have I told you not to tease Rishi? But do you ever listen to me? No. Now, tell me—what ‘great achievement’ did you accomplish at school today?”
Heeranya, knowing better than to face her mother’s wrath, didn’t wait for a scolding. In a flash, she broke free from Rishi’s grip and dashed behind Neonika, gripping the edge of her saree like it was a shield that could protect her from the impending storm.
Meanwhile, Rishi took a different approach—he threw himself into Devika’s arms with exaggerated distress. “Devika Aunty, how do you even tolerate her? I can’t stand her for even a minute!”
Neonika smirked, patting Heeranya’s head as she looked at her son. “Rishi, that’s enough. Don’t say a word against my Heeru.”
Rishi’s jaw dropped. “Ohh! Your Heeru?” His eyes darted to the girl still cowering behind his mother. “This tiny troublemaker? Do you even know what she did—”
“Hey!” Heeranya shot out from behind Neonika, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Don’t call me tiny-winy! You’re the giant monkey monster here!”
Devika rubbed her temples. “Enough, Heeranya! What did you do this time?”
Rishi grinned, his eyes twinkling with the satisfaction of someone about to expose a great crime. “Aunty, I’ll tell you everything…”
And just like that, the storm raged on.
Flashback…..
The playground buzzed with excitement. The sun hung high, casting long shadows as students cheered for their teams. It was Sports Day, and the school’s cricket field was alive with energy.
Rishi Arka stood amidst the chaos, his sharp eyes scanning the ground in frustration. He was supposed to be leading his team today—after all, he was the school’s sports leader. But there was one small problem.
His badge was missing.
“Where is it?” he muttered, flipping through his bag, searching the pockets of his uniform, even looking under the bench. His teammates, Charan and Dhruv, were already gearing up for their match, waiting for him to join.
That was when trouble arrived.
“Rishi!” Heeranya Davala’s chirpy voice rang out as she came bouncing towards him. “Even I want to play with you!”
He barely looked up, his patience already wearing thin. “No, Heeru. I’m already in a mess. If I lose this match, that mindless coach will make me run laps around the entire school. So, better leave me alone and let me concentrate.” His voice was sharper than intended, but he didn’t care.
Heeranya frowned. “Rishi, this is the last time I’m asking you.”
“I won’t let you play. What will you do about it, huh?”
A mischievous glint flickered in Heeranya’s eyes. “I’ll tell Neo Aunty.”
Rishi smirked, crossing his arms. “Ohh, I’m so scared.”
Charan, always the peacemaker, chuckled. “Let her play, yaar. What’s the harm?”
Dhruv nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Rishi, it’s just a game.”
But Rishi wasn’t convinced. He turned to Heeranya, she is standing with her hands on her hips, looking all too pleased with herself. “Heeru, I’m your senior. Don’t you have any respect for me? How can you talk like that?”
She rolled her eyes. “Rishi, this is school, not college. Now stop acting like some big deal and hand me the bat.” Before he could protest, she grabbed the bat straight out of his hands. “Charan, throw the ball!”
Rishi’s patience snapped. “Just shut up and go away! I need to find my badge!”
Without thinking, he pushed her aside. She stumbled but quickly steadied herself, her expression unreadable—except for the flicker of mischief in her eyes.
That was when she saw it.
Rishi’s missing badge lay just a few feet away.
A slow, wicked grin spread across Heeranya’s face. She wasn’t one to let an opportunity slip by. She picked up the badge, but instead of returning it, she hatched a plan.
While Rishi was still fuming, she slipped away, running toward his classroom. The place was deserted—everyone was either on the field or in the stands. She grinned as she hopped onto the window ledge, swung her legs inside, and hurried to his desk. Flipping open his books, she tucked the badge neatly between the pages, hiding it deep inside.
By the time she returned to the field, the damage was already done.
“Rishi!” The booming voice of the sports coach made the entire ground fall silent. “Where is your badge?”
Rishi gulped. “Sir, I misplaced it…I was just searching for it—”
The coach didn’t wait for explanations. “Five rounds around the school. Right now.”
Rishi’s jaw dropped. “Sir…what?!”
Charan tried (and failed) to suppress a laugh. “Ohh, poor Rishi.”
Rishi turned to glare at him. “Charannn—”
Charan grinned. “Yes, Rishi baba, I’m Charan, not Charaaannnn.” He folded his arms, smirking. “Come on, yaar, it’s just five rounds. You’ll survive.”
That was when Rishi’s own evil smile appeared.
Charan immediately backed away. “No. No, Rishi. You are not doing what I think you’re doing.”
“Oh, Charan,” Rishi said sweetly. “You’re a genius.”
He marched straight to the coach. “Sir! Charan threw my badge!”
Charan’s eyes widened in horror. “Wait—WHAT?!”
The coach’s glare shifted. “Charan! Five rounds. Right now.”
Charan’s face fell. “You traitor.”
“Oops,” Rishi said, grinning.
And so, the two of them took off, running in circles while Dhruv stood at the finish line, counting their rounds with great enthusiasm.
Just as they approached the last round, a familiar voice rang out.
“Rishi!” Heeranya stood in front of them, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Have you checked inside your bag? You know…between the pages of your book?”
She barely held back her laughter.
Realization struck, and Rishi’s jaw clenched.
“Heeranya,” he growled, panting from exhaustion, “you better start running—because when I catch you, you’re done for.”
With a squeal, she turned and bolted, and the chase began once again.
End of Flashback
Laughter filled the room as Neonika burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.
Across from her, Rishi Arka sat with a deep scowl, his arms crossed in frustration. Seeing his mother laugh at his misery only made things worse.
“Oh, come on, Rishi,” she teased, wiping away a tear. “That was hilarious!”
“It was not,” he muttered, shooting a glare at Heeranya Davala, who looked far too pleased with herself.
Devika, however, wasn’t as amused. She turned to Heeranya, her tone sharp. “Say sorry, right now. Otherwise, I won’t allow you back home today.”
Before Heeranya could react, Neonika clapped her hands together, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “That’s a fantastic idea! Wow, Devika, I’m so happy! Heeranya, you’re staying here tonight. We’ll have so much fun.”
Heeranya gasped, her face lighting up. “Really, Aunty? Wow!” She started bouncing in excitement.
Devika sighed, rubbing her temples. “Really, Neo? This is exactly why she’s become such a careless girl. It’s because of you!”
Heeranya rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly unaffected by the scolding.
Neonika smirked. “Devu, you can’t go back on your word now. You punished her, and that’s final.”
Rishi groaned, slumping in his seat. “Great. Just great.”
And just like that, Heeranya’s mischievous grin widened—because no matter what, she always won.
3.A Mischievous Night
Neonika and Heeranya were having the time of their lives in the kitchen, giggling and chatting as they worked together to prepare dinner. Their bond was special—Neonika had always treated Heeranya like her own daughter, and it showed in every little gesture, especially in the way she had designed Heeranya’s room with utmost care and love.
Meanwhile, Rishi had his own plans brewing. He sneaked into Heeranya’s room, his lips curling into an evil smirk as he worked swiftly. He inserted a horror sound CD into the system, making sure it would play at just the right moment. Then, he carefully attached a glow-in-the-dark devil painting on the wall—one that would only be visible in complete darkness. Satisfied with his masterpiece, he grinned devilishly and slipped out of the room unnoticed.
In the living room, Heeranya’s excitement bubbled over as she spotted a familiar figure.
With a mischievous grin, she tiptoed up behind Raj Arka—Rishi’s father and her father’s best friend and also her friend and her own beloved confidant. She quickly placed her hands over his eyes.
“Guess who?” she chirped.
Raj chuckled, playing along. “Hmm… is this my little princess?”
Heeranya beamed, removing her hands. “Friend! I missed you so much!”
Raj turned, pulling her onto his lap. Just as he was about to reply, Rishi wasted no time and leaped onto Raj’s other knee.
“Dad!” he grinned.
Raj let out a small groan, now carrying two energetic kids. He looked between them, noting the silent exchange of glances and smirks.
“All right, what’s going on in those little brains of yours?” he asked, narrowing his eyes playfully.
And just like that, the floodgates opened. Both Heeranya and Rishi started ranting at once, each trying to outdo the other with complaints.
Before Raj could even react, Neonika’s voice called from the dining area.
“Dinner’s ready!”
Everyone settled for Dinner
Heeranya’s eyes sparkled. “Uncle, come on! You have to try the payasam I made today.”
Raj’s brows lifted. “You made it? Then I definitely need to taste it.”
Rishi scoffed. “Be careful, Dad. I don’t want to see you in a hospital bed tonight.”
Heeranya gasped dramatically, turning to Neonika. “Aunty, look at your son! He’s always teasing me!”
Neonika and Raj exchanged amused glances. “Rishi, enough. Come join us for dinner,” Neonika instructed.
Despite his usual teasing, Rishi secretly loved payasam—especially when Devika made it. He picked up his spoon and took a bite, expecting disaster. Instead, his eyes widened slightly at the taste. It was… delicious.
Without another word, he continued eating, completely focused on his plate, ignoring everything and everyone around him.
Heeranya shot him an annoyed glance. Monster! No—stupid monkey monster! she thought. Not even a single compliment? His ego is bigger than his head!
After finishing his meal, Rishi abruptly stood up. “Mom, I’m done. Good night.”
Before anyone could say anything, he hurried up to his room and shut the door.
Neonika sighed. “Arey, Rishi! At least drink this milk.”
Heeranya smiled. “Aunty, let it be. I’ll take it to him on my way to my room.”
Neonika nodded, handing her the glass.
After dinner, the house slowly settled for the night. With the milk glass in hand, Heeranya made her way to Rishi’s room. She pushed the door open and peeked inside.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the hallway behind her. She frowned. No sign of him.
He must be in the washroom, she thought.
Rishi smirked to himself as he crept into Heeranya’s room, his plan falling into place perfectly. The room was soundproof—no one outside would hear a thing. He quickly hid in a corner, his fingers hovering over the play button of the horror CD he had set up. He could barely contain his excitement.
Moments later, Heeranya entered the room, completely unaware of his presence. She turned off the lights and sighed tiredly before collapsing onto her bed.
A wicked glint flashed in Rishi’s eyes. Showtime.
With a single press of the button, the eerie sounds of whispers and wails filled the room. The chilling creaks, distorted voices, and sudden, sharp screams echoed in the darkness.
Heeranya’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs. She scrambled to the corner of her bed, curling into herself, her hands shaking as she covered her ears. Her mind screamed at her to move, but her body refused to obey.
Then she saw it.
The faint glow of something sinister on the wall—a horrifying devilish figure, its ghastly face illuminated by the darkness.
A strangled gasp escaped her lips before everything faded into black.
She slumped lifelessly against the bed, her body cold and unmoving.
Rishi waited, expecting her usual outburst, a scream, maybe even a pillow thrown at him. But there was nothing. No reaction. No sound.
The silence clawed at his chest.
Frowning, he cautiously stepped out from his hiding spot. “Heeranya?” he called, his voice uncertain.
Still, no response.
As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he finally saw her.
His stomach twisted in horror.
She was motionless, her face pale, her lips slightly parted as if the life had drained out of her.
“Heeru!” he yelled, rushing to her side. He shook her gently, panic clawing at his throat. “Kitten, wake up! It’s me, your monster! Open your eyes, damn it!”
No response.
His heart pounded. His prank—his stupid, careless prank—had done this.
Without wasting another second, he ripped the glowing devil painting off the wall, flung the horror CD out of the system, and threw them both far from her sight. Then, rushing to the bedside table, he grabbed a glass of water and sprinkled it over her face.
Slowly, she stirred, her eyelashes fluttering weakly.
Rishi let out a shaky breath of relief. “Heeranya! Thank God,” he muttered, his voice thick with guilt.
But as soon as her eyes fully opened, terror filled them again.
“Rishi… go away!” she whimpered, trying to push him back with her trembling hands. “That devil—it’ll come for you too! Please go before it takes you too!”
Her voice was broken, drenched in fear, and it shattered something deep inside him.
Even in this state, after what he had done to her, she was still worried about him.
Guilt crashed over him like a tidal wave.
How could he have been so cruel?
Rishi swallowed the lump in his throat. “Shhh… Heeru, nothing’s here,” he whispered, cupping her face gently. “Look at me. Just look at me.”
His voice was softer now, filled with regret, as he tried to bring her back from the terror that still clung to her like a shadow.
Heeranya slowly opened her eyes, scanning her surroundings, her body still trembling from fear. The moment she saw Rishi beside her, she didn’t hesitate.
She threw her arms around him, holding on tightly.
“Rishi… please don’t leave me alone,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “The devil… it’ll come back.”
Rishi’s heart clenched. He had never meant for his prank to go this far, never imagined it would shake her like this. Guilt weighed heavy in his chest.
He pulled her even closer, his arms wrapping around her protectively. “Hey, Firefly… look at me,” he murmured, gently rubbing her back. “I’m here… I won’t let anything happen to you. Please, don’t cry.”
Slowly, Heeranya relaxed, her breath evening out as she rested her head against his chest.
For a moment, she just listened.
The steady, rhythmic beats of his heart—strong, constant, comforting.
She closed her eyes, letting the sound calm her.
Rishi, feeling her soften in his embrace, carefully laid her down beside him, still holding her close.
“Heeru, say something…” he whispered, desperate to hear her voice again.
She took a deep breath. “I’m just listening to your heartbeat, Rishi… it’s like music. It gives me peace.”
Rishi swallowed, his own heart aching at her words.
A comfortable silence settled between them, the kind only the closest of friends could share.
Then, after a moment, he whispered, “Heeru… I’m sorry.”
A small smile tugged at her lips.
“You don’t even want to know why I’m apologizing?” he asked, surprised.
She shook her head slightly. “No.”
“Why?”
Instead of answering, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a silent request.
“Rishi… sing a song for me,” she murmured. “Please. Help me fall asleep.”
Rishi sighed, shaking his head fondly. “Heeru…”
“Please, Rishi,” she pleaded softly, her fingers clutching his shirt. “I just want to hear your voice.”
He couldn’t say no to her.
With a deep breath, he began to sing, his voice low and soothing.
Outside, the stars twinkled a little brighter, as if watching over them, as if blessing the unspoken bond between them.
Wrapped in the warmth of his voice, Heeranya’s eyes fluttered shut, and soon, the world faded away into peaceful slumber.
Rishi smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
And with that, he too closed his eyes, drifting into sleep beside his Firefly.
4.unbreakable.
Priya Vihari, the wife of the late Yash Vihari, stood at the doorstep with her son, Charan, watching as their belongings were tossed onto the ground.
A 50-year-old woman stood at the entrance, her face twisted with anger and bitterness.
“Get out of my house!” she spat, her voice sharp with resentment. “Because of you and your son, I lost my son. I don’t want to see your faces ever again.”
Her eyes gleamed with an evil smile as she slammed the main gate shut, her true intention hidden—she never wanted to share the property with them.
Priya took a deep breath, steadying herself. She turned to Charan, who stood beside her, his small hands clutching his mother’s saree, his eyes brimming with tears.
“Charan… don’t cry,” she whispered, kneeling in front of him. She cupped his tiny face, wiping away his tears with her thumbs. “See, Momma is with you. You’re my strong boy, right?”
Charan sniffled, nodding hesitantly.
“You know what the best thing in my life is?” she asked gently.
He rubbed his eyes and looked up at her. “What, Mom?”
“Your smile.” She smiled despite the pain in her heart. “Your smile is my energy. If you keep smiling, your Momma will become a superwoman—just like your superhero Dad.”
She ruffled his hair playfully. “And I will fulfill all your wishes. You trust me, right?”
Charan understood. Even at his young age, he could see the pain hidden behind his mother’s eyes. She was pretending to be strong for him, and he decided—he would be strong for her too.
Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile and held her hand.
“For understanding pain, words aren’t always needed,” he thought. “Sometimes, just a moment of silence is enough.”
With quiet determination, Priya and Charan gathered their things and walked toward the old house—her father’s gift to her. It was small, but for them, it was a heaven filled with love.
As they stepped into their new home, Priya looked around and smiled softly.
“No matter what, we’ll make this place ours, Charan,” she whispered, pulling him into a warm hug.
The little boy hugged her back tightly, his smile brighter than ever.
And in that moment, Priya knew—they would be okay.
Rishi and Heeranya walked into the school courtyard, their friends gathering around them.
“Heeru, why do you look so dull today?” Alekhya asked, concern evident in her voice.
“Yeah, Heeru, what happened?” Moksha added.
“Did this monster say something to you?” Dhruv teased, nudging Rishi.
Rishi shot him a glare, making the others chuckle nervously before quickly apologizing to Heeranya.
She didn’t know why, but she wanted to avoid the topic altogether. Even she couldn’t explain why she felt that way. Instead, she changed the subject.
“Alekhya, where’s Charan?” she asked, scanning the area.
Alekhya sighed. “Even we’re looking for him. He’s nowhere to be found.”
Rishi frowned. “Heeru, go to your class. We’ll meet during the lunch break.” Then, turning to the others, he said, “Come on, guys, let’s go.”
Everyone nodded and headed to their classrooms.
The classroom was filled with the hum of students settling in as the teacher walked in, setting her books on the desk.
“Today’s topic is Environmental Science,” she announced.
Just then, the door creaked open.
“May I come in, Ma’am?” Charan’s voice was small but clear.
The teacher’s sharp eyes narrowed. “Do you have any sense of time? Is this the hour to walk into my class? Get out!”
Rishi clenched his fists, ready to protest, but Dhruv grabbed his wrist, shaking his head in warning.
Charan lowered his head. “I’m sorry, Ma’am. It won’t happen again.”
He hadn’t even realized when tears had slipped from his eyes.
The teacher’s gaze shifted to Rishi, knowing his temper. She hesitated for a moment before sighing.
“Come in.”
Charan quietly took his seat beside Rishi, who immediately grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly as if to reassure him that he wasn’t alone.
As the lunch bell rang, the group gathered at their usual secret spot, waiting for Heeranya to join them.
“Hey, guys!” Heeranya called out, walking towards them with a bright smile.
“You all have become so lazy,” she teased. “No one has even opened their lunchboxes yet! Very bad, very bad!”
The group groaned in mock exasperation.
“Heeruuuu!” they chorused.
“Okay, okay! I was just joking,” she laughed. “Aiyyoo, Aiyyappa, how can you guys yell at your poor, innocent Heeru?”
Rishi smirked. “Heeruuu!”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “Rishiii!”
Moksha and Alekhya groaned. “Can you two stop fighting for one minute?”
As they all opened their lunch boxes, Heeranya noticed something—Charan hadn’t touched his. He simply sat there, unusually quiet.
“Charan, where’s your lunch?” Moksha asked.
Alekhya frowned. “Why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m not feeling hungry,” Charan muttered.
Rishi’s eyes narrowed. “Buddy, are you okay?”
Dhruv added, “What’s wrong?”
Charan remained silent, struggling to find the words. His morning had been rough—not just at school, but at home too. He hadn’t eaten anything since morning. His mother had been too busy, and he didn’t want to trouble her.
“How can I say I’m hungry… when I know Mom didn’t even have time to eat herself?”
Rishi saw right through him. Something was wrong. Charan was never this quiet—not even for a second.
Without a word, Rishi slid closer, wrapping an arm around Charan’s shoulders in a side hug. Moksha took his hand, while Dhruv and Alekhya knelt in front of him, each holding onto him gently.
“We’re here for you,” Alekhya said softly.
Charan swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “Chill, guys! Don’t make me emotional. Eat your lunch. I’m really not hungry.”
But Heeranya had already made up her mind. She grabbed her lunchbox and walked up to him, sitting down beside him.
With a fake angry pout, she said, “Charan Bhai, even I’m not hungry. So, you can share with me, right? You eat a little, and I will too.”
Something inside Charan broke at that moment. The way she called him Bhai—brother—hit him harder than anything else. His throat tightened with emotion.
“Arey, Choti—” he began.
Heeranya gasped dramatically. “Choti?! Did you just call me Choti? Are you saying I’m short?!”
Charan panicked. “No, Heeru, that’s not what I meant!”
The others chuckled, realizing that Heeranya was teasing him on purpose.
“Charan Bhai,” she said, tilting her head, “your punishment is that you have to share your food with all of us—including me.”
His eyes widened. “What?!”
“Why are you looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost?” she teased. “Come on, open your mouth.”
Rishi smiled. “Yeah, buddy, open your mouth.”
Before he could protest further, Rishi, Dhruv , Alekhya, and Moksha all started feeding him, one by one.
Charan couldn’t hold back anymore. He let out a deep, shaky breath, his walls crumbling. Tears streamed down his face as he pulled them all into a tight group hug.
For the first time, he let his pain out—not through words, but through silent tears.
And just like that, he wasn’t alone.
After a few moments, he wiped his eyes and smiled. “Okay, okay. Now it’s my turn.”
He started feeding them in return, laughter replacing the heaviness in the air.
As they finished their lunch, Heeranya and the others wanted to ask him what was wrong, but they decided to wait.
“Sometimes, you don’t need words. Sometimes, just knowing someone is there is enough.”
And that was what made their bond unbreakable.
5.Friendship
Evening, 4 o’clock
Rishi and his friends were waiting with their bicycles, scanning the street as the sun cast long shadows over the pavement.
“So, Charan…” Rishi started, his voice laced with curiosity.
Charan looked up, startled. “Huh?”
Alekhya, Moksha, and Dhruv exchanged glances, waiting for him to continue.
“You want to talk about something?” Rishi asked, his tone gentle yet expectant.
Charan lowered his gaze, kicking a small stone with his shoe. Silence settled over the group.
“We’re not forcing you, Charan,” Dhruv reassured him.
“Yeah,” Moksha added. “If you’re comfortable, you can share.”
Sensing Charan’s hesitation, Alekhya decided to lighten the mood. “I know exactly what Charan is hiding!” she announced dramatically.
Charan looked at her, eyes widening in shock. “What?”
Alekhya smirked. “I knew it… You’re worried because your skin is going to be ruined by the sun.”
The group froze for a second before bursting into laughter. Even Charan cracked a small smile.
(That was their friendship—one for all, all for one. Even in sadness, they found ways to bring happiness.)
Just then, Heeranya arrived, glancing at Rishi for an update. He gave her a subtle shake of the head, indicating that Charan hadn’t opened up yet.
“What’s up, guys?” she asked, tilting her head mischievously.
“Nothing,” the group replied in unison.
Rishi shrugged. “Yeah, just waiting for you.”
Heeranya smirked. “Wow, I feel like the President of India, seeing all of you waiting for me.”
They all laughed before parting ways to head home.
Davala’s House
That evening, Heeranya called Rishi.
“Hey, what’s up, firefly?” Rishi answered casually.
“I was thinking about Charan Bhai,” she admitted.
Rishi paused for a moment before responding, “Let’s get the others on a call and figure out how to handle this.”
Soon, Alekhya, Moksha, and Dhruv joined the conference call.
“Where’s Charan?” Heeranya asked.
Moksha sighed. “His phone isn’t connecting.”
Alekhya suggested, “Let’s go to his house.”
“Good idea,” Dhruv agreed.
“Wait for me. I’m coming too,” Heeranya insisted.
Rishi chuckled. “Who’s stopping you? But, Heeru, do you have to shout? My ears are suffering.”
“Stop bickering, you two,” Dhruv interjected. “Let’s all meet at Rishi’s house and head to Charan’s together.”
“Done,” everyone agreed.
The Arka Residence.
Ram Davala dropped Heeranya off at Rishi’s house, informing Raj Arka and Neo that he had a business meeting in Delhi. Raj and Ram were longtime business partners and family friends, so Heeranya was always at ease in their home.
While Heeranya chatted with Raj and Neo, Dhruv , Moksha, and Alekhya arrived.
Rishi caught Heeranya’s attention and signaled for her to come upstairs. She nodded but turned to Neo with a bright smile.
“Neo Aunty, I really want pancakes! Can you please make some for me? And call my mom to tell her I’m staying here for a while, please?”
Neonika laughed. “Okay, princess, as you say.”
With that settled, Heeranya followed Rishi and the rest upstairs, their minds focused on Charan and what was really going on with him.
6. A Test of Friendship
Heeranya carefully packed extra pancakes for Charan before she and Rishi made their way to Charan’s house. As they reached the doorstep, they were met with hostility.
An older woman, around fifty, glared at them with disdain. “Charan is not here. Just get out.”
Rishi clenched his fists, trying to control his anger, but Heeranya gently held his hand, grounding him.
Dhruv stepped forward. “Why are you speaking like that? We are Charan’s friends.”
The woman scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re asking about that worthless boy and his mother? They are nothing but bad luck. Because of them, I lost my son. They don’t deserve this house or my property.”
Rishi’s temper flared. “Just stop it! Not a word against my friend!”
The woman sneered. “How dare you raise your voice at me?”
Dhruv shook his head in disgust. “You don’t deserve respect. Being Charan’s grandmother, how can you speak so cheaply about him?”
Heeranya took a deep breath. “Guys, calm down. Let’s handle this wisely.”
Moksha’s voice was sharp. “We’re asking for the last time—where is Charan?”
“Get out!” the woman snapped.
Alekhya crossed her arms. “You don’t get to decide that.”
Heeranya exchanged a quick glance with Moksha before winking. Understanding immediately, Moksha reached into her pocket and suddenly tossed a small lizard toward the woman.
A piercing scream filled the air. “Aaaaahhhh! Get it away!” She jumped around, flailing helplessly.
Rishi smirked and pulled out a plastic snake, dangling it in front of her. Dhruv grabbed her wrist, holding her in place.
“Please, don’t! Leave me alone!” she shrieked.
Heeranya’s expression darkened, her voice cold. “Tell us where Charan is.”
Tears streaming down her face, the woman finally broke. “I—I threw them out this morning! I think they went to their old home. Here’s the address…” She stammered out the details.
Rishi itched to punch her, but before he could act, Alekhya and Heeranya had already started throwing food at her. The others quickly joined in—tomatoes, cool drinks, eggs—until the woman was left a complete mess.
Moksha, grinning, recorded everything on her phone before they turned away, leaving her to deal with the chaos they had unleashed. Without wasting any more time, they set off for Charan’s old home, determined to find their friend.
By the time they reached Charan’s old home, it was dark.
Rishi knocked on the door. After a long pause, it creaked open.
Charan stood there, stunned. “Rishi…? Dhruv …? Heeranya?”
The look on his face said it all. He hadn’t expected them to come.
Before he could react further, Rishi and Dhruv exchanged a glance. Without a word, they grabbed pillows from the nearest couch and whacked him over the head.
“Ow! Wait—what?!” Charan yelped, dodging another hit.
“You idiot!” Rishi scolded. “Why didn’t you tell us anything?!”
“Yeah!” Dhruv added, smacking him again.
Moksha and Alekhya joined in, swinging pillows at him mercilessly.
Heeranya stood to the side, passing them more pillows like an accomplice.
“Not you too, Heeru!” Charan wailed. “Someone save me!”
“Talk first,” Rishi ordered.
“Then we’ll consider stopping,” Alekhya added.
Charan sighed, rubbing his head, but despite everything, he smiled. His friends were here. No matter how bad things got, they always had his back.
And that was all he needed.
7. First fan
Heeru’s eyes sparkled as she pointed excitedly. “Mukku, Allu, Rishi, Dhruv ! Look at these! They’re so beautiful!”
Rishi nodded, taking in the stunning artwork. “Yeah, it’s amazing.”
Alekhya ran her fingers lightly over the frames. “I’ve never seen such beautiful paintings before.”
“Wowww,” Dhruv murmured, awestruck.
Moksha agreed, tilting her head in admiration. “You’re right.”
Rishi studied the paintings thoughtfully. “These… they have such depth.”
Charan stepped forward, a proud yet emotional expression on his face. “It’s my mom, guys.” (POV: I’m so proud of you, Mom. You’re such a talented person.)
Heeru clapped her hands together. “I want to meet your mom, Charan!”
The others chimed in eagerly. “Yes, Charan, we’d love to meet her too!”
Charan smiled. “You can, but she won’t be home until around seven.”
“That’s okay!” Heeru grinned. “It’s an honor to wait for her.”
They called their families, informing them they’d be late. Rishi’s father assured them he’d send a car for their return. Exhausted from cleaning and arranging everything, they collapsed onto the sofas and beds, falling asleep.
At 7:30, Priya Vihari arrived home. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the perfectly arranged and spotless house. Warmth filled her heart as she stepped inside.
She bent near Heeru, brushing her forehead gently.
“Mom… please let me sleep,” Heeru mumbled sleepily.
A strange, maternal affection welled up in Priya’s heart. Smiling softly, she kissed Heeru’s forehead, her gaze shifting toward the others. Seeing them all resting so peacefully filled her with quiet happiness.
Wanting to do something for them, she moved to the kitchen and prepared dinner.
As the scent of home-cooked food filled the air, the group stirred awake, stretching and making their way toward Charan’s mother.
“Mom!” Charan smiled, standing up. “When did you come? Let me introduce you to my friends!”
He introduced each of them, and soon they were sitting down together for dinner. Laughter and warmth filled the room as they enjoyed Priya’s delicious cooking, quickly growing fond of her and her nurturing presence.
Eventually, it was time to leave. With heartfelt goodbyes, they thanked her and stepped into Rishi’s car.
Just as the car was about to leave, Heeru suddenly remembered something. Gasping, she bolted back toward the house, clutching a diary.
“Aunty! Aunty!” she called breathlessly. “I’m a huge fan of yours! Please, give me your autograph!”
Priya blinked in confusion. “Autograph?”
Charan’s eyes widened. “Fan?”
Heeru grinned mischievously. “Yes, Charan!” She took Priya’s hands. “Aunty, I’ve become your biggest fan! No, your FIRST fan! Your paintings are incredible!”
Priya chuckled warmly at Heeru’s enthusiasm, signing the diary.
“Aunty,” Heeru asked eagerly, “have you ever given an autograph before?”
Priya shook her head, smiling. “No, sweetheart. I’m not that great of an artist. Painting is just a hobby. But thank you, Heeru, for making me feel special.”
Heeru beamed. “That means I’m your first fan! Your first autograph belongs to me! And trust me, Aunty, one day you’ll be famous. People will wait in long lines for your autograph!”
Priya chuckled, touched by her words. “You’re such a sweet girl.”
The others watched the exchange with full hearts, feeling the love and warmth in the room.
The next morning, Sunday, Rishi was fast asleep, completely lost in his dreams when his phone started ringing. Grumbling, he lazily reached for it and saw Heeru’s name flashing on the screen.
“Ugh… Heeru, please let me sleep,” he mumbled groggily as he answered the call. “My dreams are precious, yaar… don’t disturb them.”
“Rishi, just listen!” Heeranya’s voice was filled with excitement.
“Do I even have a choice?” he sighed, rubbing his eyes.
“Do you know about the international painting competition?” she asked eagerly.
Rishi blinked, trying to wake up. “Yeah, I think I read about it somewhere… Isn’t it happening next Friday? The participants have to submit their paintings, and it’s being held in Paris, right?”
“Exactly!” Heeranya said, clearly impressed. “I was reading about it in the newspaper too.”
Rishi stretched and yawned. “Alright, what’s cooking in that brain of yours, kitten?”
“I have a plan, Rishi,” Heeranya said mischievously.
Rishi groaned. “Please don’t say you’re planning to participate. Your Aiyyappa will run away in fear, Heeru. Please, just don’t.”
Heeranya giggled. “How would I participate when I don’t even know how to hold a paintbrush properly?”
“Exactly!” Rishi teased. “That’s what I’m saying—please spare the competition from your artistic talents!”
Heeranya burst into laughter. “Rishi!”
Her laughter was contagious, and despite his initial frustration, Rishi couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, alright, tell me your plan before I regret picking up this call.”
8. Plan to Action
Heeranya sat on her bed, twirling a pen between her fingers, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she called Rishi.
“Rishi, I think we should steal Priya aunty’s painting,” she said, lowering her voice dramatically. “Even Charan shouldn’t know about it!”
Rishi, half-expecting some wild idea from her, still sat up straight in shock. “Are you out of your mind?!”
“Yeah, probably,” Heeru giggled. “No, no, listen to me first.”
Rishi sighed. “Alright, go on. What’s your crazy plan this time?”
Heeranya took a deep breath. “Rishi, I want Priya aunty to become a famous painter. She has so much talent, but no one knows about it! If we send one of her paintings to the international competition, she’ll finally get the recognition she deserves. But we have to do it secretly—with Moksha, Dhruv , and Alekhya’s help.”
Rishi ran a hand through his hair, still skeptical. “Are you sure about this?”
Heeranya’s voice was firm. “A hundred percent. Priya aunty deserves this. I trust her talent, Rishi.”
Something about her confidence made Rishi pause. He felt an odd sense of pride—Heeranya always had the craziest ideas, but her heart was always in the right place.
“I’m in,” he finally said. “But why aren’t we telling Charan?”
She chuckled. “Buddhu! It’ll be a surprise for him.”
Rishi smirked. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.”
“Knew it! I’m always right, Rishi.”
“Hello, Ms. Right, do your homework first,” Rishi teased. “We’ll meet at Charan’s place in the afternoon.”
“Okay, bye, Rishi!”
“Bye.”
As he put his phone down, Rishi shook his head with a small laugh. This girl is crazy… Every conversation with her starts with ‘Rishi’ and ends with ‘Rishi’… He found himself smiling. Wait… am I the one going crazy? I’m just ten, and I’m already overthinking!
Later that afternoon, after finishing their homework, Rishi gathered Dhruv , Alekhya, and Moksha. When he told them about the plan, they were instantly on board, excited about the idea. With determination in their eyes, they all headed to Charan’s home, ready to pull off their little mission.
Charan looked up in surprise as his friends barged into his house. “Well, what a pleasant surprise!” he said with a grin.
Rishi turned to Moksha with a smirk. “Don’t you think Charan has gotten way too formal these days?”
Moksha nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been noticing it too. Feels weird.”
Before they could continue, Charan grabbed a pillow and threw it at them. “Stop analyzing me like I’m some science project!” he laughed.
Heeranya giggled and looked around. “Charan Bhai, where’s Priya aunty?”
“She’s busy in the kitchen,” Charan said. “Sunday special—Butter Chicken.”
Rishi and the others exchanged excited glances. “Oh, we love Butter Chicken!”
Heeranya’s eyes lit up. “I’ll go help her!”
Cooking was her passion. Even though she was just nine, she had been helping her mom and Neo aunty in the kitchen for years. She knew her way around cooking better than most kids her age.
She tiptoed toward the kitchen, carefully taking small steps so Priya wouldn’t notice her presence. Then, just as she got close—
“BOWWOW!” she barked loudly like a puppy.
Priya jumped in shock, nearly dropping the spoon in her hand. “Heeru! You scared me!”
Heeranya burst out laughing. “I know, I know! All credit goes to me. Thank you, thank you—I’ll take this as an honor!” She dramatically bowed, making Priya shake her head with a smile.
“You naughty girl! Now tell me, why are you here instead of playing with your friends?”
Heeranya put her hands on her hips. “Aunty, what kind of question is that? I’m here to help you cook, of course!”
Priya chuckled at her dramatic tone. “Alright, alright. Let’s get to work, little chef.”
With smiles and laughter, they got busy in the kitchen, chatting about everything from school to random stories, making the Sunday meal even more special.
Hall
Rishi and Moksha were busy playing with Charan, keeping him distracted so he wouldn’t notice what Dhruv and Alekhya were up to. Meanwhile, Dhruv and Alekhya carefully slipped into the store room where Priya’s paintings were, thinking they were useless and took up too much space in their small house. But the group knew their real worth. Dhruv and Alekhya quickly gathered the paintings and sneaked them outside, placing them in the car without anyone noticing.
Once they were done, they exchanged a subtle look with Rishi and Moksha, silently confirming the mission’s success.
Just then, Priya’s voice rang from the kitchen. “Children, come fast! The food is waiting for you!”
The group rushed to the dining table, eagerly inhaling the aroma of the delicious butter chicken.
“Aunty, this is heaven!” Rishi declared dramatically. “I love you so much for this butter chicken!”
Charan groaned. “Hey, don’t say that! She’s my mom!”
Rishi rolled his eyes. “So what?”
Moksha grinned mischievously. “Aunty, can you be my girlfriend?”
Priya playfully smacked her on the head. “You little troublemaker!” she laughed.
Meanwhile, Heeru glanced at Dhruv and Alekhya, silently asking about the paintings. They nodded in response—it was done.
The rest of the evening was filled with laughter, food, and chatter. By the time they left Charan’s house, the day had turned into one of those Sundays they’d never forget.
Later that night, as Priya cleaned up, she found herself smiling. Her life had always been full of struggles, but ever since Charan’s friends had entered it, things had changed. They weren’t just his friends—they were his family.
She thought of Rishi, the overprotective ‘angry monster’ who always had Charan’s back. Moksha, his wild partner-in-crime. Alekhya, the sweet but sharp one who balanced the group. Dhruv , the ever-reliable buddy. And then, of course, there was Heeranya—like a little sister, all of them, always bringing warmth and laughter.
They were a complete package—one that brought happiness into Charan’s life and, unknowingly, into hers as well.
With that comforting thought, she closed her eyes, feeling like she was living in a beautiful dream. Only this one was real.
9.Executing Plan
Evening Drive – 5 PM
As the car cruised through the evening streets, the golden hues of the setting sun painted a warm glow inside.
Alekhya and Dhruv exchanged glances. “So… what’s next?” Dhruv asked.
Moksha leaned forward. “Yeah, Heeranya. How are you planning to send these paintings to the competition?”
Heeranya sighed, staring out the window. “I don’t know, guys. We still have two days to figure it out.”
Rishi, who had been silent, suddenly smirked. “Actually, I have an idea. But I’m going to need all of you for it.”
Moksha, Alekhya, and Dhruv grinned at each other. “All the best to both of you,” Alekhya teased.
Rishi dropped the others off at their respective homes before turning the car towards the Davala residence.
At the Davala House
As soon as they entered, Heeranya’s father looked up from his newspaper and beamed. “Hey, champ! How are you?”
Rishi grinned. “I’m fine, Uncle. Where’s Aunty?”
Before her father could answer, Heeranya dramatically folded her arms. “Wow, am I even visible to you people? O Aiyyappa, please grant them some sense!”
Her father laughed. “Ha! Ha! Heeru, you’re such a drama queen.”
Heeranya tapped her foot and smirked. “Thanks for the compliment, my hero.”
Rishi rolled his eyes. “Uncle, I swear you deserve an award for tolerating this kitten.”
“Rishi!!” Heeranya huffed, giving him a playful glare.
Still smirking, Rishi grabbed her wrist. “Uncle, we’re actually here to invite you for a small dinner treat. Will you come?”
Just then, Heeranya’s mother walked in.
“A dinner treat?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rishi nodded. “Yes, Aunty.”
Her parents exchanged amused glances before replying dramatically, “Well then, we accept your invitation, Mr. Rishi Arka and Ms. Heeranya Davala.”
Heeranya quickly called Rishi’s parents and extended the invitation.
Dinner Preparations
Heeranya took charge of the kitchen, whipping up her special ice cream chicken noodles. Rishi, meanwhile, focused on garnishing the dishes and arranging the table.
By the time both sets of parents arrived, the dining area looked elegant yet cozy.
With mischievous grins, Rishi and Heeranya stepped forward and, in unison, announced:
“Mr. & Mrs. Arka and Mr. & Mrs. Davala, we both formally invite you to our small dinner party. Will you please join us?”
Their parents chuckled at their dramatic delivery, while Heeranya and Rishi exchanged a knowing glance. Tonight was just the beginning of their plan.
A Night of Laughter and Surprises
The dining room filled with laughter as both families settled in for dinner. Conversations flowed effortlessly, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.
Neo chuckled, looking at Devika. “Devu, I’m sure Heeru is a better cook than you! You should start taking lessons from her.”
Devika scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Very funny.”
Rishi and Heeranya’s fathers exchanged a knowing look before teasing, “We bet Heeranya can cook better than you, Devika. There’s no competition here.”
Between bursts of laughter, playful banter, and some light-hearted arguments, they all enjoyed the delicious meal.
As they finished eating, Heeranya’s and Rishi’s parents smiled at their children. “So, do you two want any return gift for this wonderful dinner?”
Heeranya quickly shook her head. “No, no! Well… actually, yes!” She turned to Rishi, signaling him to take over.
Rishi nodded and stood up, bringing out the paintings they had taken from Charan’s house.
Heeranya gently made their parents sit down, and both she and Rishi knelt in front of them. Taking a deep breath, Heeranya spoke first. “There’s something we need to tell you.”
Rishi continued, “Over the past few days, we managed to get these paintings… by sneaking them out of Charan’s house.”
Their parents raised their eyebrows in surprise but remained silent, waiting for the rest of the explanation.
Heeranya looked at them earnestly. “We did it because we believe these paintings deserve recognition. We want to submit them to a competition, and we need your help to send them.”
For a moment, there was silence. Then, their parents exchanged glances, their expressions softening with pride.
Neo and Devika carefully examined the paintings. Their admiration was evident as Devika said, “These are incredible.”
Neo smiled. “Priya’s work is beautiful. We’ll sponsor them for the competition.”
Rishi and Heeranya’s faces lit up with joy. With their parents’ support, they successfully submitted the paintings along with the necessary documents.
As the night came to an end, Rishi and Heeranya shared a victorious grin. Their mission was complete, and their eventful day had ended on a perfect note.
An Eventful Evening
The next morning, Rishi and Heeranya reached school and discreetly signaled to Moksha, Alekhya, and Dhruv that the job was done. They had managed everything so carefully that Charan didn’t have the slightest suspicion.
As usual, classes went by in their usual rhythm, dragging on until the final bell rang. By evening, the group gathered at their usual secret hangout spot, enjoying their ice creams.
However, Dhruv and Charan, being their mischievous selves, managed to cheat Alekhya, Moksha, and Heeru by stealing bites of their ice cream. What followed was a flurry of playful arguments, exaggerated complaints, and dramatic threats. In the end, between all the chaos, everyone finished their ice creams, laughing and bickering.
Just as they were about to leave, Heeru’s eyes caught sight of a mango tree, its branches heavy with ripe fruit. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Dhruv , Charan, go get those mangoes!” she said eagerly.
Not one to back down from a challenge, Dhruv and Charan exchanged a glance before nodding. “On it,” Charan smirked.
Rishi, being the ever-reliable one, brought a ladder for them to climb. Just as he positioned it, Dhruv and Charan eagerly scurried up, determined to get the best mangoes.
However, before they could even pick one, Heeru glanced at Alekhya and Moksha with a knowing look. Both girls immediately understood what she was thinking.
Moksha smirked. “Rishi, move aside for a moment.”
Rishi raised an eyebrow. “Moksha, have you lost it? How are they supposed to get down if I move the ladder?”
Alekhya and Heeru stepped in, grinning mischievously. “Please, Rishi! It’s just a small payback for them stealing our ice creams earlier,” Alekhya said sweetly.
Rishi let out a dramatic sigh but secretly enjoyed seeing where this was going. “Fine, fine… as you wish. But be careful,” he warned, stepping back.
Heeru clapped her hands in excitement. “You’re the best, Rishi! Here, take this chocolate and enjoy the show.”
Rishi leaned back against a tree, smirking as he unwrapped the chocolate and prepared for the entertainment.
Meanwhile, Heeru, Alekhya, and Moksha called out in unison, “Dhruv vvvvvv!! Charannnnn!!”
Charan, still reaching for a mango, frowned. “Why are you shouting like that?”
Moksha folded her arms. “Just look down.”
Dhruv finally glanced down and froze. “Oh no…”
Charan followed his gaze and paled. “Wait… where’s the ladder?!”
Rishi was casually munching on his chocolate, looking far too amused.
Dhruv groaned. “Charan… we’re trapped.”
Charan’s face twisted in horror. “No way! Girls, this isn’t funny—put the ladder back!”
Alekhya crossed her arms. “Not until you say sorry for stealing our ice cream.”
Dhruv huffed. “Not happening.”
Heeru smirked. “Oh well… Did I mention I saw a monkey around here yesterday?”
Rishi burst into uncontrollable laughter, nearly choking on his chocolate.
Charan and Dhruv immediately looked around, their expressions turning from defiance to pure panic. “Wait… what?” Charan’s voice cracked slightly.
“Yeah,” Heeru said casually. “A big one too. And I heard they don’t like intruders in their trees.”
Charan and Dhruv exchanged terrified glances. “Okay, okay! We’re sorry!” Dhruv blurted out.
“We won’t steal your food again, promise!” Charan added quickly.
Moksha grinned. “That’s more like it.”
Alekhya gave Rishi a nod. “Alright, let’s be nice now.”
Rishi, still shaking with laughter, finally placed the ladder back. Charan and Dhruv wasted no time climbing down, muttering complaints under their breath.
As soon as they reached the ground, Charan shot a glare at Rishi. “It seems like you enjoyed it so much .”
Rishi smirked. “Absolutely.”
Still bickering, the group headed home, their day ending on yet another memorable note.
10. Painted Destinies
The small children were unknowingly preparing to bring a heaven of joy into their best buddy’s life and for their affectionate mother figure. Everything in their lives seemed normal, flowing as usual.
Neonika and Devika had recently met Priya, and within just a week, Neo had started calling her ‘Di,’ while Devika had bonded so deeply with her that they became soul sisters. Their connection was instant, warm, and filled with an unspoken promise of support.
One evening, after school, the children returned home in high spirits. Meanwhile, Charan was lounging in front of the TV, waiting for his mother. However, the sudden, frantic knocking at the door startled him. When he peered outside, his heart pounded—dozens of reporters and media personnel stood at his doorstep. Panic surged through him as he immediately slammed the door shut, his mind racing.
He fumbled for his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed a number.
“Hello?” came Rishi’s calm voice.
“Hel… hello! Buddy…” Charan stammered.
Rishi instantly sensed something was wrong. “Charan, what happened?”
“I… I don’t know,” Charan stuttered, his breath uneven. “There are so many people outside… cameras… media… they surrounded my home.”
Rishi’s grip on his phone tightened. “What?! Hold on, Charan. I’m coming. Just stay inside, okay?”
Before he could leave, Neo, Devika, and Heeranya walked in, their hands full of sweets and cakes. Seeing Rishi’s tense expression, Neo frowned. “Rishi, where are you rushing off to? What’s wrong?”
Rishi quickly explained the situation, his worry evident. But the moment he finished speaking, Neo and Devika burst into laughter.
Rishi frowned. “What’s so funny?”
Heeru, who had been silent, pulled out her phone and turned the screen toward him. “Look at this, you idiot.”
The TV flashed a breaking news segment—Priya Vihari had won the prestigious Best Painting Award and was also announced as the in-charge of the painting section for the International Space Academy in Delhi, an esteemed institute covering fields like sports, arts, medicine, and engineering.
Rishi’s eyes widened, his emotions swelling inside him. Without thinking, he pulled Heeranya into a tight embrace.
Caught off guard, Heeranya nearly lost her balance, but their mother caught her just in time.
“Rishi, let me go! I can’t breathe! I’ll fall!” Heeranya gasped dramatically, struggling against his iron grip.
Rishi, finally realizing how tightly he was holding her, loosened his grip, his lips curling into a smile.
Neo and Devika watched them, their eyes filled with emotion.
Heeru, still catching her breath, playfully nudged Rishi’s nose. “Aiyyoo, Rishi! Look at your nose—it’s as red as a cherry! You look like a joker!”
Rishi chuckled, his gaze softening. He cupped her face gently. “From this second onwards, you are my life, Heeranya. I swear, I will write my entire life with your name. Trust me, I’ll be with you at every step—through good and bad. I’ll never let go of your hand, ever.”
Heeru’s heart clenched at his words. She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling overwhelmed. But she quickly composed herself and smirked. “Monster Rishi, have you forgotten? Charan is waiting for us!”
Rishi exhaled deeply. “I already sent Alekhya, Dhruv , and Moksha to handle everything and explain to him. Now, we have something important to do. We’re bringing Priya aunty home to surprise Charan. Come on, ladies, let’s go!”
Heeru instinctively reached for his hand, while Neo and Devika followed closely behind. As they walked, Neo whispered to Devika, “Devu, don’t you think Rishi just proposed to Heeru in front of us?”
Devika rolled her eyes and playfully hit Neo.
Meanwhile, Alekhya, Dhruv , and Moksha were already at Charan’s home, handling the situation. As they explained the reason for the media’s presence, Charan’s initial fear melted into sheer disbelief. He stood frozen for a moment before suddenly hugging them, his emotions spilling over. He had no words—just a silent, unbreakable grip on his friends.
Just then, Neo, Devika, Rishi, and Heeranya arrived with Priya. The moment she stepped in, she froze, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming scene in front of her. The house was filled with people, cameras flashing outside, and the entire group of children looking at her with bright, expectant eyes.
Rishi, exasperated, turned toward the reporters. “Enough! Let her go inside first. You’ll get your interview in five minutes.” His authoritative tone, especially coming from a ten-year-old, left the media stunned into silence.
As soon as they stepped inside, Charan ran to Rishi and Heeranya, pulling them into a tight embrace. He didn’t speak—he just held onto them as if afraid they’d disappear. His hands trembled, and his breath hitched with suppressed emotions.
On the other side, Priya sat down in shock, unable to react. Devika and Neo gently held her hands, explaining everything to her. The moment she realized the truth, she looked at the children before her—her children.
Without another thought, she rushed forward and embraced them all, her tears finally breaking free.
“Thank you,” she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you so much, my kids. I am truly blessed to have you in my life.”
The room filled with soft sniffles and teary smiles.
Alekhya, attempting to lighten the mood, wiped her tears dramatically. “Enough, guys! If we keep crying like this, I’ll catch a cold.”
Moksha added, pouting, “And my dad won’t let me have ice cream if I get sick!”
Laughter erupted in the room, breaking through the emotional tension. Just as they were settling down, Raj Arka and Ram Davala entered, holding a set of documents.
Priya’s hands shook as she took them. Her breath hitched as she read through the papers—her husband’s company, Vihari Co., which had been wrongfully taken away after his passing, had now been legally reclaimed.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at the two men. “Why… why would you do this for me?” she whispered.
Ram smiled warmly. “Because it’s a brother’s right to protect his sister and fulfill her dreams.”
Priya’s vision blurred. “You… you really consider me your sister?”
Neo, without hesitation, side-hugged Priya.
Priya clutched the documents to her chest and turned to Ram “Thank you… Bhai. This means everything to me.”
And with that, surrounded by love, gratitude, and unbreakable bonds, they stepped out together to face the media—stronger than ever.
Moksha grinned. “So… what’s next?”
The group exchanged knowing smiles.
And in unison, they all hugged, sealing the moment as one unshakable family.
