Dear Vidhur,I'm a huge fan, especially of your left-handed batting! It's like you have a hidden power, a potential that burns bright inside you. Only you can truly grasp your dreams, their beginnings and ends. Even if you share them with others who nod and say, "Sure, maybe that'll happen," that shouldn't matter. Your dreams are yours, not theirs. Don't let their opinions or judgments hold you back.Instead, focus on their support, even if it comes from a place of love. This dream, this vision you hold, isn't for them to understand completely. You hold the compass, you know the destination, you know your own limitless potential. There's no need to explain or prove anything to anyone else.This journey is entirely yours. You need the space within you to be free, open to new possibilities. Make sure nothing clouds that space, make sure the dream remains pure and wholly yours.I can't wait to see you become the incredible cricketer I know you can be. Honestly, I've never felt this way a
As the hustle and bustle of the goodbyes subsided, Haneesha found herself standing alone in the corridor outside Vidhur's house. The rain, a relentless companion throughout the day, had finally begun to ease, leaving behind a cool, refreshing breeze.She closed her eyes, the memory of the day replaying in her mind – the stolen kiss, the unspoken emotions, the lingering touch. A blush crept up her cheeks as she imagined Vidhur's arms wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, a gesture of intimacy that sent a thrill through her.Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, and she whirled around, her heart pounding in her chest. But the corridor was empty. Disappointment washed over her as she realized it was just a figment of her imagination.Vidhur, standing a few feet away, watched the scene unfold with a raised eyebrow. Her sudden twirl, the blush on her cheeks, the fleeting look of disappointment – it all painted a picture of a heart yearning for a connection.He gav
A nervous knot tightened in Haneesha's stomach as she stepped out of the hostel gates. Today was the day, the culmination of months of relentless studying and sleepless nights. This exam held the key to her future career, and the weight of expectation pressed down on her.Taking a deep breath, she scanned the street for an auto rickshaw. Suddenly, a strong hand grasped her wrist, yanking her towards a waiting car parked at the curb. A scream rose in her throat, but before it could escape, another hand clamped over her mouth, effectively muffling her.Haneesha's eyes widened in terror. Through the haze of panic, she recognized the car – Vidhur's. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at him, frozen in disbelief."Don't shout," he hissed, his voice a low murmur against her palm. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were filled with concern.Slowly, he removed his hand. The silence that followed was deafening. Haneesha blinked, trying to process the absurdity of the s
He smiled.She sipped her coffee, leaning back and relaxing."How's the coffee?""Superb! Thanks. So, anything else on your mind?" she asked, surprised by his silence.She noticed him hesitate. "Just a hunch," she said playfully.He raised an eyebrow. "A hunch, huh? About what?""The cricket match, maybe? Or maybe you don't want to talk about it."He seemed taken aback. "Haneesha, I was asking you something.""Ah, right," she said, feigning innocence. "Wild guess, then."He stared at her, then a slow grin spread across his face. "Wow, seriously? A wild guess? That's...amazing! You know, you have a talent I never realized.""Can't I guess anything else?" she teased. "Like when you'll see your girlfriend Isha?"He gave her a playful nudge. "Come on, Haneesha, you can do it!""Well," she said, leaning forward conspiratorially, "who's this Honey everyone's talking about on the blog? Your secret admirer?"He leaned back, a dreamy smile on his face. "What can I say? She's special."Her jaw
Haneesha's parents, fueled by their daughter's success and perhaps a nudge from Vineel, took the initiative. They contacted Vidhur's parents, proposing a meeting. Thankfully, the response was positive. Shortly after, Haneesha's phone rang. It was her parents, their voices brimming with excitement. "Vidhur's parents have agreed to come over! We just called him to let him know, and he'll be joining themHere's an improved version of the scene:Two days had passed. The media frenzy surrounding Haneesha's achievement showed no signs of slowing down. TV channels bombarded her with interview requests, but Haneesha, ever the introvert, politely declined them all.However, her parents and, surprisingly, Vidhur's parents, were all but insistent. They believed a well-placed interview could not only boost Haneesha's profile but also help quell some of the public's curiosity. Finally, with Vineel by her side for moral support, Haneesha found herself at the television studio, facing the bright lig
Reyansh's eyes shone with admiration. "That's a wonderful story about your parents, Saarayu. I truly appreciate how they chose to live a simple life, even though they were at the top of their respective fields – your father, the legendary cricketer Vidhur, and your mother, the esteemed IAS officer Haneesha."Saarayu, her smile radiating a warmth that matched her parents' legacy, chuckled softly. "It's definitely a story worth telling, Reyansh. But for now, let's focus on the present, shall we? After all, you wouldn't be here without their unwavering support, and now it's my turn to carry the torch. Consider this my way of paying tribute to their belief in you – I'm sponsoring your concert!"Reyansh's jaw dropped slightly. "Whoa, Saarayu! Are you serious? I can't believe it! There's no way I could refuse such a generous offer. Did you leave me any choice, really?" he teased, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and playful disbelief.Saarayu winked. "Not at all. Besides, your talen
Excitement crackled in the air as Reyansh stepped out of the Principal's office, the official letter clutched tightly in his hand. "Congratulations, Dr. Reyansh," the Principal had declared, his voice booming with pride. "You've been selected for the cardiac cell regeneration research program! It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."A wave of emotions washed over Reyansh. This research was the culmination of years of tireless study, fueled by the same passion that propelled his music career. It was a chance to make a real difference, to potentially unlock a breakthrough in the field of cardiology and honor his parents' legacy in a new way.But amidst the elation, a flicker of concern crossed his mind. Avi, his whirlwind of a niece, wouldn't adapt well to the demands of the research schedule. Saarayu, who had become an indispensable part of Avi's life while her mother battled a critical illness, was his first point of contact.He dialed her number, his heart pounding with a mixture of
The afternoon sun cast playful patterns on the living room floor as Saarayu knelt before a mountain of colorful building blocks. Across from her, Avi, a whirlwind of energy in a pink tutu, giggled with delight, meticulously stacking blocks into a precarious tower."Careful, little architect," Saarayu teased, her voice laced with amusement. "Don't want the whole city to come tumbling down!"Avi, her tongue peeking out in concentration, ignored the warning, adding another block with a triumphant squeal. Just as Saarayu predicted, the tower wobbled precariously before collapsing in a joyous heap. Far from being discouraged, Avi burst into infectious laughter, clapping her chubby hands.Saarayu chuckled, scooping Avi into a hug. "Alright, alright," she conceded. "Looks like we need a more stable design. How about a bridge this time? Daddy would be proud of you, building bridges just like he does in his research."Avi's eyes widened. "Daddy hero?" she parroted, tilting her head in innocent